God is always love
Forever seek the kingdom;
Praise the creator
Keep giving what you can give
Please endure until the end
Protecting the meek ones earth
Watching over us
Helping us to cope with life
Comforted with hope and trust
When you find rhythm
You find your hearts inner core
Celebrate the times
Make them better than before
Reminisce and dance all night
Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”
Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”
One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But, there, to his surprise…
Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”
He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.
Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”
Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.
Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed.
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.
Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he ‘d come on the double.
Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray,
“Lord, let this day be my last.”
For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one night,
Bob quietly passed away.
The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….
Stood an old dog beside the grave,
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”
He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place.
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then turned and licked her face.
She smiled. “I had a dog when I was young….
a good one too. His name was Pal.”
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel
Beauty so pure
your character delights
my devotion forever
Heartbeat on screen
My unbelief ceased
first squeezed my finger
A little girl lost her home this year, for her, Christmas wouldn't be there.
Her family was angry from all the troubles, they simply couldn't repair.
Don’t bother us about presents her parents said, they were depressed by their fate.
With bitterness they said, you’d be lucky to have dinner tonight, or even a plate.
Life was harsh, nowhere to go, anger and fear had put their souls, in a terrible place.
The little girl had found no hope or joy, lurking near their old car, of late.
The car was their home, gas money was scarce, and with few places they could park.
Yes, their troubles had slowly extinguished, that precious hopeful spark.
Without that spark, they’d never find their way, from this terrible place of cold and dark.
And life’s darkness grew deeper nightly, as hope vanished under a reality so stark.
Even the very fiber of her family, seemed to be shattering slowly, slowly, apart.
The child felt alone here in this dark car, as sadness tried to engulf her little girls heart.
The future seemed filled with hopelessness, as shame and dread, were leaving their mark.
Embarrassment to be seen and turned away, made it hard for them to reach out, to restart.
But life goes on, and we can’t fear to rebuild, or the future will be hard to impart.
The girl suddenly declared there’s more to life, and she wouldn't let it conquer her heart.
She decided triumphs will come, and all will get better, if she held to that hopeful spark.
Seeing the desolation and anger here, she couldn't stay around, she had to get away…
So she climbed out of the car, and she walked into town, not so very far to stray.
She went and looked at the store windows, where Christmas was being displayed.
The music and people filled her heart, lifting her spirits, deep inside, that day.
She noticed a store, way down at the end of the row, on the next block, where it lay.
No one was there, it seemed lonely, and the darkness was again, spreading it’s decay.
She ran there in time to see an old man closing up, with sadness on his face betrayed.
What use were his goods, if no one would shop, or come down along his way?
The super store down the block, was daily making him lose more and more in the fray.
He could no longer afford to hire people, and the season had very little time, to stay.
As they talked the girl saw that she couldn't let the darkness take another, so she prayed.
Then she told the old man, if he’d open the shop, she’d bring customers down his way.
She added, she’d find reasonable workers, if her family could live upstairs, she portrayed.
First bring the customers, he said, and the rest will be yours little friend, he conveyed.
She had him put his best toys, as a contest prize, and to add lots of lights on the display.
He set a contest, “Winners-the best collectors for families in need” on Christmas Eve.
He put out a bright contest sign, but still nobody came to his end of the block, to survey.
So she had him call the Salvation Army, for a kettle, Bell ringer, and Carolers, who came
Lickety split, their way.
Then she had him call a dear old friend, and farmer, to bring a tractor full of bails of hay.
Another volunteered his horse and sleigh, both, to see the city lights thru New Years Day.
This was a great idea, since the older drivers, could use the help, for their bills to pay.
The girl ran all over spreading the excitement, and to come see the prizes, his way.
The families suddenly started heading toward his door, and to those wondrous rides.
At that moment her parents came, and she explained what her hope, had improvised.
Her father talked a contractor into building a disabled family a home, to help advertise.
He could get a tax break; come to this store for supplies, and hire unemployed workers, he devised, so wise.
In the end, each night grew brighter, because of a girls hope, and heart-warming delight.
And the old man began smiling for the first time, in a long, long, time, starting that night.
All was saved, a home was found, and another built, as a sad little girl taught grownups to smile along the way…
You might say, A Spark of Hope lit a candle, then a raging fire, which was burning bright by Christmas day.
The moral to my story is:
Never give up on Hope; it’s your best friend, as life brings its troubles your way…
Know that with time, a good heart, good will, and friendly ways…
You can find God’s gifts again, if you don’t let the dark take you away…
The warm light calls me
And all the people who cries for thee
I raise my hand in this abyss
Only to make one wish
To float among the others
With all my sisters and brothers
I call out for forgiveness with passion
I take their pain into myself for this occasion
The moment that I see the sky
I will not look back and cry
My body is laying still
People standing by it with a chill
The air gets dense with sadness
I would not think of it less
Some people look up and down
To see the light hit the ground
Some can vision the uplifting feeling they see
One soul that has been and always be
It is special to notice such aberration
And that might be how souls are awaken
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?
I have barely seen Him or catch even His shadows around.
I have barely touch His hands...
Nor I have barely heard His soft soothing voice..
Nor I have barely felt His footseps lurking beside or behind me..
However, what a deep soaring reassurance is His presence...
Not of like a Human Being that can be perceive..
Rather He is the silent rescuer and ever living Spirit..
No need for extravagant welcoming..
He has always been within our innerselves..
He is the calmer of our quivering nerves..
He is the greatest teacher not wanting us to fail.
He is our dearest friend not forgetting..
He always is waiting for you and me..
His arms widely open to embrace us..
His unending; unfailing is so felt..
Beyond wonders; beyond times and beyond borders..
All the time we are invited to talk to Him..
Even sing a song for Him and with Him..
More to play a harmonious melody to commemorate Him..
Truly, majestic in limitless abundance is His providence...
He is only one..
No one can overpass Him..
All the earth will uphold His Name..
He is our God - OUR GOD...
GOd has always been with me..
and so is He with you..
He will comfort you..
He will be there, never leaving..
Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?
In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware,
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat
thats been thrashing
inside me since birth
Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute
Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty
Right now I am peace - still you
Right now, I am exactly as I am
God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.
The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Am I the only one who's feeling there is something very wrong with all of this ,
I can't seem to get anybody to listen not even when I raise my fist.
How can they not see what I see ,has everybody lost thier mind I say,
Why can't they see what it is that is making them act this way.
Have you taken a look around to see there's something that has changed,
When you look into peoples eyes Lord how you can see the rage.
No compassion for thier fellow man as if they have never ever cared,
For the future of mankind and how we all should be aware.
Saw a friend of mine the other day he was acting a little strange ,
I can't help but wonder just when , how , and who's the blame.
This power and greed is consuming us all we just can't seem to stop
Stepping on our brothers & sisters as we race to the top.
Where's the love ,the kindness ,the hope and faith we use to live by,
How we allowed ourselves to sink so low I' will never know why.
Still I will contunue to spread the word which has always been,
Be good and love one another as you are learning not to sin.
Please don't be another wreck that has been pushed to the side ,
If you' listen to the one and only word you will know why.
We will all band together so we can stand tall and free,
It is one simple word and that is love how could you nor see.
Jesus Is the Best Thing That Happened to Me!
Jesus is the best thing that happened to me!
He loves me so much! It’s plain to see!
Jesus has provided everything I need, to get tough!
If it wasn’t for him…
I don’t know what I’d do!
Jesus has come, that I might life so abundantly!
He’s given me all I need… Most assuredly!
He does for me, what nothing in this world, could ever do!
And completely understands,
everything I go through!
He brings his peace, hope and a blessed satisfaction!
I can have fellowship with him! A “heavenly interaction!”
He can restore what the enemy has stolen and taken away!
He brings a true meaning! And has changed me today!
I’m very thankful! For all that he’s provided!
I’m going to live for him!
This has already been decided!
Thank you Jesus! My lord and my best friend!
You’ve done so much for me!
Over and over again!
I praise your name! And want you to know…
I’ll tell others of your goodness…
Wherever I go!
By Jim Pemberton
Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama)
The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.
What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.
The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.
The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.
The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.
What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.
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Was it enough or was it too much?
Sometimes too fast but always too slow!
God knows that I come with these seeds that grow.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that knows?
Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go!
I say I can qualify!
Where was I and why was I there?
Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt!
God knows that I come riding in on a prayer.
I absorb every single touch inside and out,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that cares?
Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare!
I say I can magnify!
What did I say and what did I do?
Sometimes too quite but always too loud!
God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one in the crowd?
Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how.
I say I can intensify!
Do I want to or do you need me to?
Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don’t care.
God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue.
I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one with this view?
Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you!
I say, “I SANCTIFY”!
®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich
The three kings follow Good News, gold light
Jesus Christ is born bringing True Love.
They praise me like a saint,
But I am a sinner;
They don't know the man they see.
I am an addict.
Broken eyes to pornography,
Only Jesus can set me free.
Only by His death on the cross
And the grace of His Father's love
Am I able to be set free.
With God as The Light,
The One and Only Light,
The Only Hope in sight,
Will I be set free.
I am free.
Mother Mary appeared 18 times
Young woman Bernadette Soubirous
Announcing: “I am the Immaculate Conception”
Mother Mary helped Bernadette
Discover a hidden spring of grotto
That Spring was soon to become
Fountain of faith, hope
Healing for millions of pilgrims
Lourdes, truly a place of healing
Church recognizes 66 miraculous cures there
Thousands more have been reported
Lourdes a place they found peace
In coming to understand
Accept Eternal God’s will for them
To all who are sick in body and spirit
The Lord brings hope
Comfort through Our Lady of Lourdes
I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to “End It All!”
I knew of someone who just wanted “to end it.”
Giving up on life, and did not want to “defend it.”
It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation.
He said what he wanted to, with no explanation!
I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes!
What he was going to do next, was anyone’s surprise.
He turned to drugs and encountered addictions.
With this brought much disease and afflictions!
He gave up on the wonderful family that was given.
And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin’!
I told him about a God who loves him very deeply.
As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary.
I reached for his hand and began to pray for God’s power!
It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour!
The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body!
He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody!
The “end” that he wanted, seemed to just fade away!
For the son of the living God, changed him this day!
The glory of God, and the power of Jesus’ resurrection…
Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction!
He’s so thankful for the blood of Christ’ atonement!
And is a different person now, because of that moment!
This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU!
Through the problems of life…
He will see you through!
By Jim Pemberton
Twilight Of Spirituality
The world was dark
Before the Islam
Prophet after prophet came to the world
But the glory was very short
The twilight of spirituality had never stayed so long
They worshiped in wrong way
It was the time when truth was lost and there was no peace
No mercy on living beings
Then the finest creation came to the world
Last prophet of Allah, Mohammad (PBUH)
It was a night
Moon was shining bright
Then permanent twilight of spirituality begun
When the Prophet Mohammad (PBUH) was nearly forty
He started the meditation
He was a man who made a transition
Our Prophet showed so much dedication
Revealed to him the book named Quran
The holy shades of Allah’s Noor spread everywhere
The messages of Allah through his messenger
Blossomed like flowers of spring
This twilight of spirituality
Calm and peaceful like gentle breeze
Prophet Mohammad (PBUH) was a person who never uttered a lie
He was recognized as a truthful man
His appearance was like Allah’s Noor
His beauty was like shining stars
He taught us the things we ought to do
He taught us that Allah are one
Allah have neither a daughter nor son
He taught us to be good to our mother and father
He taught us Paradise lies under the feet of our mother
He taught us our appearance, family, mission in this life
He taught us how to perform Salah
He taught us how to give Zakath
He taught us different kinds of Jahad
He taught us Hajj, Honor, Truth, Love, Peace,
Humanity, Sympathy, care and so on……
With most excellent mind………
He taught us justice and understanding of mankind
He taught us human brotherhood and humanity
He was hurt to see bloodshed in the society
He possessed the knowledge which was a cure
The disease of ignorance, arrogance and many more
He (Last Prophet Mohammad (PBUH)) had broken all falsehood and evil way
He was the beloved Prophet of Allah
Through Prophet Mohammad (PBUH) Allah brought……..
Everlasting twilight of spirituality to this world.
Poetess S. Nadia Azam Shah Bukhari
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In the repository of unlived things,
I find unquenched love,
A tarnished wedding ring,
An old baseball glove,
A half-sketched dream.
The sore sight fills my eye,
An oil-soaked cloth of faith,
Restraint against sin piled high,
A picture of Jesus laid to waste,
So much regret, I begin to cry.
Behold, I see a new start,
An infant’s wiggling toes,
A chest of breath and beating heart,
Courage clamors and fresh breath bellows.
Like the seraphs whose wings unfold,
Christ's light and glory goes not untold;
as the love of his humble grace
moves inside me all time and space,
as the planets orbit heaven's sun
and encircle it one by one--
so, too, am I caught in his sway,
beloved of him from day to day.
Through hosts of astral dimension
God's angels fix their attention
with expectancy and burning pause
amidst the universe's First Cause.
He, the one true Incarnation
that begets cosmic causation,
resolves the Infinite Regress
from the pre-Socratics' egress
with his omniscient wisdom
and the archives of his kingdom
where all can come and read and know
what miracles he'll yet bestow.
The chaos is shedding
Of happiness is floating
The madness..chaos is concealing
Comes from the Lord -
To Him who mends us all...
To Him who forgives all of our sins
And answers everyone's calls
It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.
Singing around in love;
Smiles built from the ground.
Holding hands in the dance;
Laughing with brothers and sisters,
All in His Glorious Name.
Throughout His perfectly sculpted land:
Look around because this is it;
Look around because this is love;
Look around and know, understand, comprehend,
Rejoice because you are perfect;
You are God's beautiful children!
No longer here to sulk;
That only yields more pain.
Here I am to live these words:
I am forever changed.
That the brilliance of your majestic ways
and fire that burns from your white-hot eyes
may give their light to space of infinite size
and shine on all Earth's creatures' love and praise;
that the mercy you give to him that prays
for pious ways to keep his lips from lies,
for faith and grace to remain pure and wise
may give heaven renewed glory and raise;
that the millennial Kingdom's earthly time
arrives after end times' brief, labor pangs
and saves God's children from sin's filthy grime,
so they that were tempted by Satan's gangs
will live on in glory and in their prime
once Christ removes the Serpent's deadly fangs!
The world needs You, Lord;
We all need You too.
Alone, we battle and fall apart,
But we live joyful freedom with You:
Created anew in Your perfect image;
In Your Holy Name!
Love who you are;
You are a shooting star.
Shining high above the sky,
Your heart reaches out so far!
Christmas without any magic,
Would be the darkest of days,
There wouldn’t be any presents,
Without the wonder of Santa’s ways,
The lights in the eyes of the children,
Would become as dull as the light-less tree,
Now standing outside in the garden,
And not in the house as should be,
There would be no cards on the mantle,
No messages from family and friends,
No reason to think of our loved ones,
Or for our faults make amends.
And without the greatest miracle,
Of our own dear Saviours birth,
There would be no hope for all mankind,
No peace for men on Earth,
No non-deserved forgiveness,
For the many times we fail,
And no happily ever after,
At the end of our life’s long tale.
Timeless, at once, a memory of long ago
Born from Heaven, to Earth, a new life to grow
First from clay, then ocean spray
And wrapped in God’s own DNA
Miracle of life, perfect pure so innocent and new
Divine dominion, planet Earth, in shades of
Reds, greens but mostly sky blue
Yet far beyond colors and shades in
God’s Amusement Park
Lies a network of tones and sounds and
These lyrics of life change after dark
Heaven and Earth and life so symphony pure
Conducted by God’s hand divinely sure
Yet many believe an exploding star
Is why we are How Bazaar
God made us who we are, promised his Son he would send
So when you watch me rise up to Heaven
Your exploding star is how it will end
He had vowed to pay a visit
When he said good-bye to eight
On this date of June the second
Perfect time to celebrate
Picked wild flowers in the thicket
Made a circular bouquet
Placed them down across the headstone
Of the boy who bore his name
As he stood there he felt joyful
Certain Billy was with God
For no youngster suffered satan
When his flesh returned to sod
Then, he thought about his grandpa
Who had died at sixty-eight
He recalled him as a good man
But he wondered, "Was Gramps saved?"
Billy started feeling lonely
Thought, "It makes no sense to me
Why a young child gets free passage
Into God's eternity
"If I grow up feeling faithless
Must I pay forevermore
That's a risk that's not worth taking
Maybe I should close the door"
He climbed back aboard his three-speed
Pedaled out onto Route Five
Saw a semi coming toward him
One quick turn could end his life
He felt sorry for his parents
All the grief his death would cause
Then he thought about forever
They were saved, he might get lost
When the truck had almost reached him
He veered sharply in its path
And he closed his eyes and waited
For the bloody aftermath
But he never heard a crash
He was sitting in Demato's
With a Nehi on a tray
But they wouldn't take his money
For his drink, or birthday cake
So for little Billy Edwards
A new chapter had begun
No more sweating out his future
Childhood was a time for fun
He believed all of his loved ones
Would re-gather one fine day
In a place none could imagine
Well beyond the Milky Way
Where he'd meet the other Billy
Learn the answers one-by-one
Why his was the only gravesite
And why he had died so young
And as Bill grew slowly older
He convinced a goodly lot
That we didn't merely happen
But Somebody called the shot
It's not a cult:
It's a Savior saving my life.
It's a Savior saving your life.
It's our Savior saving our lives.
It's not too late.
It's never too late!
God Knew Me Before I Was Born!
God knew me, before I existed!
He was there, before my name was listed!
Before I was born, he had a divine plan!
He was there, before I reached out my hand!
Before I knew who I even was, or my name…
His life for mine, way why his son came!
Before I could put on my shoes and clothes…
He had called me! It was I… That he chose!
Before I was old enough to make up my own mind…
He was there waiting! So patient and kind!
Before I became an adult… I refused to believe!
Whatever God offered... I didn’t want to receive!
Before too long… I had my own family and home.
But then family left me... And I was alone!
Before God… I came, and cried and repented!
The inside of my mind felt confused
Before I really knew what was actually going on…
God reached inside and forgave me of past wrongs!
Before the next day was coming about…
I found a new love and peace throughout!
Before God, I know that he’s changed me!
I have found a new life for eternity!
Won’t you come before God and accept him too?
You’ll never know what he can do for YOU!
By Jim Pemberton
These days we all are just a bit more wiery ,
Even on common ground we have become leary.
Trust is much harder to come by these days,
Losing our faith has made us lose our way.
Kindness & compassion a thing of the past,
Because of this love and Joy can not last.
Smiles and laughter a rare thing to see ,
How I miss the way it use to be.
We have become helpless and tolerant to unjust,
As we watch our hopes and dreams turn to dust.
Discouraging words is all I am hearing anymore,
A little kindness and support would help for sure.
It's sad as I sit here and see how we have all changed,
What makes it worse is that we are the blame.
How to fix all this and get us heading straight,
There is a way but fear it might be to late.
If only we would take more time to pray,
It wouldn't be long before we found our way.
Becoming cold and heartless is what I've always feared,
I pray for our Lord to take us all away from here.
Fill our hearts with love and joy again ,
We will follow you Lord forever Amen.
Hopped out early from his bunk bed
Jumped into his old blue jeans
Slipped his hand into his pocket
Found enough change for a drink
Put his tennie to the kickstand
Hopped aboard his three-speed bike
Smiled in great anticipation
Drew a breath of summertime
Strapped his helmet to his noggin
Heading on a morning ride
He had reason to be smiling
Now that this day had arrived
Billy rode along the asphalt
Like a bird he felt so free
No more classrooms, no more homework
School was out for twelve whole weeks
He cruised past Demato's grocery
An old stucco painted white
Where good gossip was the staple
Soft-boiled peanuts on the side
Heard some geese honk from the mill pond
Saw a yearling near the pass
Billy eased off on the pedals
Trying to make the moment last
Sunlight gently swept across him
O'er the treeline at the rise
Fragrant honeysuckle blossomed
In the holler near Route Five
And he wondered about Heaven
Could it be as nice as this
He was sure of one thing nicer
His dear grandpa whom he missed
As miles disappeared behind him
And his thirst began to build
He had one more place to visit
For his trip to be fulfilled
Soon he reached the Tower Toll Bridge
Though no toll was ever paid
Inside joke by the designers
Built for one car, either way
In the distance he could see it
A lone tombstone on a grave
The old church that stood beside it
Had a century's decay
He dismounted at the entrance
And approached the ancient sign
All it said was Billy Edwards
Born in eighteen-fifty-nine
Date of death gone to erosion
But his age was given - eight
And the last time Billy came here
Both their ages were the same
For a full year he had worried
If he'd die within that time
Just the same as Billy Edwards
Now he had some peace-of-mind
Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama)
Martyr and Sacrifice
Hold my hand as we're guided through the crowds. Today will be the day we part.
I'll be the martyr, if it means watching growing lives from far above.
You'll be the sacrifice for their growing smiles. As we promised.
Today we'll separate, but our lives will have been for naught. We did as we must and in great stride. I'd tell you I was sorry if I wasn't smiling and crying tears of happiness.
I wish not to see you cringe in fear as they take me under the weeping tree. You will live, but sacrifice your life.
As they tie the noose to my neck I yell to the heavens a ever fleeting good-bye and a whisper I love you.
Now it's time to let go of my hand, my love. This is out last day together, for at dusk we part.
I'll be the martyr to all we held dear and what we believe in. I'll be watching the growing lives from above, even if I am forgotten.
You will be the Sacrifice for their grieving tears and emotional smiles.
As I gasp at the setting sun, and breathe my last, I shut my eyes and smile.
Oh, good-bye my love the sacrifice wept. I shall not forget this.
like a mother giving birth;
with extra emotions stirring,
so hard to handle at first,
but so worthit as it happens.
undying new hope,
as a new life opens.
grace and blessing with every thought,
as strength of new legacy takes over.
the fire it has lit,
fitted with joy of tears.
recovery with healing,
inspires new depths of apathy.
no more tears of regrets,
just the laughter of angels.
just seeing tomorrow as a new chance,
thanking God for a life saved.
sacrifices for a good cause;
never being too troubled,
or too lost,
to go back and thanked who started it all.....!!!
blood, sweat, and tears
nailed to a cross
crown full of thorns
your life was lost
for me, a worthless sinner
a new beginning
I leave the past where it remains
I've been transformed
I've been restored
condemned no more
I wear the chains no more
I am free
overseeing in all His presence,
deserving with all of His blessings.
predetermined by His will,
preserved for all true seeker.
the proof of His power,
one of many true miracles of His gifts.
few are ever blessed with;
moving all works for His glory,
even sweeter when you hear it.
even better than any knowledge,
can't be compared with any sophistication,
truth of wisdom can't be bought.
the true value of all of His promises:
that before every person that is saved,
there must be first calling,
forever giving and forgiving,
begins the origin of all merciness and blessings.
Walking down the streets of the night,
I search and search and do not see the light.
Every step gets heavier along with my breath,
In the shadows all I can see is death.
My feet tell me to stop yet my spirit says go,
I wander on desperately searching for the glow.
The night falls heavily blinding my dreams,
Oh how I miss the sun's bright beams.
Though I see nothing thus far in this night,
I know soon the lights will be shinning bright.
For morning will end the night's rule,
No matter how dark the night, powerful or cruel.