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When Jesus Christ was Born


Stars have never told a lie when wise men look unto the sky.
Messages from God on high, of happiness his angels cry,
Soon dawns a blessed morn.
Wise men travel through a land 
with stately camels over sand,
Their caravan majestically grand
When Jesus Christ was born.

Shepherds watching over sheep, baby lambs they safely keep.
Some of them were fast asleep on a mountain rough and steep,
Soon dawns a blessed morn.
An Angel to these men appear
Saying they should have no fear
For the Christ child is now near,
When Jesus Christ was born.

To Bethlehem they journey long, Joseph with his love so strong,
Mary with child had done no wrong; the baby did to God belong
Soon dawns a blessed morn.
This baby comes to save from sin
No rooms were found in any Inn
A stables all they found for him
When Jesus Christ was born.

A star shone brightly overhead, lighting up this humble shed,
A lowly manger for his bed, the joyful news had quickly spread
When dawned that blessed morn.
Here wise men came and gifts did bring
Shepherds bowed to their new King
Mankind rejoices while angels sing
When Jesus Christ was born.


Contest: One of your Best
12.01.2014

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Rising Within Your Pages

I take for granted all that I can do
Thinking that what I have has all been earned
Instead I should be so thankful to You

A spirit of pride is one that is learned
I start to believe the things that are said
Thinking that what I have has all been earned

Within my heart I begin to be led
Rising within the pages of Your Word
I start to believe the things that are said

I learn to fly on the wings of a bird
Here is where I learn the ways of Freedom
Rising within the pages of Your Word

I no longer doubt your Kingdom will come
Without your Love I will never know Peace
Here is where I learn the ways of Freedom

Within the Heavens praises never cease
Without Your Love I will never know Peace
I take for granted all that I can do
Instead I should be so thankful to you


Any poem #4 Contest.

Sponsored by Nathan A.

Written March 7th 2014

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It's Only Through Jesus

~It's Only Through Jesus~ (Rhyme) It's only through Jesus that we can come to that wonderful place So filled of love, and peace and supplied of eternal grace It's only through Jesus that we can come to His Father someday The Bible makes it so plain and clear and there's no other way God is the sovereign Author of everything upon the Universe,the sea and earth, He's written it all and designed it all with His own Almighty Hands God is the Master Painter of everything you see all over the sea and every land It's only through Jesus, the Perfect Lamb,that we can have salvation for eternity His love is so Grand It's only through Jesus,that you can have the precious treasure of "new birth" and be "Born Again" spiritually Just then you can understand and see the big picture, and discover, why so many things really make sense The importance of God's plan and how much He really loves us all Nothing happens by accident,He already had a plan for you and me, His love is profoundly immense Praise be the Name of our Mighty God, because He's in control of everything you can and may not see It's only through Jesus that we can have life abundantly and eternally, call Jesus! and then you'll see. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2006 March.22.2015
Authors notes: Reference Tap in to the truth - Scripture reading: John 3:16 FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD THAT HE GAVE HIS ONLY SON,THAT WHOEVER BELIEVES IN HIM SHALL NOT PERISH BUT HAVE ETERNAL LIFE. -JOHN 3:16 IN GOD I TRUST! My very favorite Psalm in the Holy Bible..Psalm 23. Psalm 23 King James Version (KJV) 1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. 2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. 3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. 4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. 5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. 6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Amen!

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Fighting God

You promised to take care of me like a new cherished bride I cling to it, waiting until at the point of suicide now your expectations and my anger collide because your blessings seem to always find a place to hide I try to be my own guide then you caution me and call it pride very little, you want me to decide and you say I’ll be okay by just being on your side I’m tired and have kept all these talk aside following my own path and taking my ride my self belief has beaten faith landslide everything about you in me must suffer a genocide your rules and ordinances, no more will I abide if serving you comes with trials then I wish my loyalty had long died and the dividends of my worship to you, just divide Lord God! Now I know twas an uneasy stride now I understand, your blessings and my discipline must coincide now I’ve seen that your love is so high and wide and hating you is like becoming the voluntary victim of a homicide I said you do not care, please Lord, I lied Your ways are mysterious indeed You searched my heart and all you saw was greed because only my desires and blindness I feed and you knew among the wheat, I’ll be a weed. Despite I, not taking heed You were still patient and ever ready to lead You never gave me what I wanted nor stick to my timing but at the appointed time, lavished me with all I need while watering my entire efforts’ seed. Thank you heavenly father! Leaving your presence, I now forbid and serving you wholeheartedly is henceforth my utmost deed.
for the poetry contest "Fighting God sponsored by rob carmack

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I SURRENDER

I SURRENDER My God You read my thoughts... You know what's in my heart... You know my desires, my needs and my wants; You know what brings me happiness and sorrows; You know everything about me. More than me ever, I know you know me; There are times I wonder why I need to experience these; I wonder why You brought me to some places; I wonder why... There are times You answer me immediately.. Yet there are times I need to wait.. for a day, a month or years... I am sorry sometimes I am impatient.. I am sorry sometimes I falter. And sometimes I become depressed and anxious... yet despite all these my Father God... I am holding myself back.. I keep on reminding myself that You are bigger than anything.. That You are walking with me and carrying me through all the way... I know and I trust that in the silence.. You will speak to me; You will calm my nerves; You will understand my weakness; You will give me peace. And that you will direct me to where the best is.... I have my plans my Father God.. But.. I trust You.. I trust that Yours is better than mine.. I trust that Yours is best for me... I do not have everything my Father God.. but its okey.. Only I ask... That please give me more strength... give me more wisdom... give me more understanding... give me more patience... I thank You for everything.. I know that without You by my side.. I have been long down.. I have been all just a person without a will. a person meaningless... a person who is empty.. or at losS.. Thank You for searching me... I know a lifetime will never be enough to thank You.. Nor what I have is enough to You.. But I trust that despite these,, You will see me through.. You will still hold me through.. For I believe, You will see my heart... Thank You very much.. I know and I trust that whatever is happening now.. You are in full control. Hence, I am totally surrendering all to You. For my life is within Your hands, I surrender to You... (c)Olive Eloisa 6:04am June 04, 2014

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The Maid of Orleans

Reflecting in her garden sits a winsome little maid;
She holds a purple flower like the circlet that she made
And wrapped about her braids to grace her forehead like a crown;
Her thick and shining braids that are the shade of chestnut brown.
A soft and dreamy smile lifts her lips of cherry rose
As she so elegantly lifts the flower to her nose
To smell the rich and heady fragrance rising from its soul-
Upon this day in early May, her heart with joy is full.
But look! The heavens open wide, and joy is changed to fear,
For Michael the Archangel in the garden does appear,
And with him stand Saint Margaret and Saint Catharine, sent to seek
This girl of twelve, and in her frightened youthful ears to speak
Words form the Lord, of how someday, somehow, she'll have to save
Her native land, her land of France, from lying in the grave.
When in their bright angelic garb these saints to heav'n returned,
She knew they had been sent from God, her heart within her burned
With strong desire, with heaven's fire, to do her Father's will;
Her heart beats hard, while all around is silent, calm and still.

The years pass by, now seventeen, her hour is fully come,
And what is now but distant fancy, dull and throbbing hum
Will be her life, her joy, her pain; her darkness or her light:
For God and country, king and freedom, must, she must needs fight.
The chains of England must be broken, young prince Charles crowned:
A source of hope, of inspiration must for France be found;
For civil war rakes raging claws through weary, hopeless men,
Who fight and die, and sacrifice, and lose their homes again;
Their gardens, flocks and herds, and treasures, all are swept away:
With nothing left but life itself, and naught to do but pray.

God heard their prayer and sent her there for their deliverance,
To lead them on to victory through every circumstance
Of treachery or deviltry that loomed on every side.
Urged on by all the saints above and martyrs who had died,
She bound her armor to her body, helmet to her head;
A troop of eager soldiers to the Orleans siege she led.
Without a fear she faced the battle, banner held up high;
It filled each fainting heart with spirit, waving in the sky:
Unfailing, never falling, always standing at the fore,
And filling every weary soul with courage to the core.
Though wounded by an arrow striking close beside her heart,
She still pressed on to victory, she played her vital part.
The Maid of Orleans did her best, she held back not at all,
But risked her life at every turn to heed her heav'nly call;
She fought and bled and braved the beast until her king was crowned,
And even then she carried on, she traveled all around:
Each city gained broke off the chains of power-hungry kings,
Who killed to gain another's land, his citizens and things.

Alas! She met her fate at hands that should have helped her cause;
The countrymen she battled sold her to be judged by laws
And men that all disfavored her, yet still she firmly stood,
Proud head held high, two gleaming eyes; she answered best she could
Each twisted question meant to trap her clear but simple mind:
With wit and art she answered each; they really could not find
A cause for death, but death must be for such an enemy
The fate; who sees such visions full of vile heresy,
Of saints and angels revelating mortals with God's plan.
They also charged her with the sin of dressing like a man,
But it was of necessity she donned a soldier's guise;
For all throughout the war-torn realm roamed pairs of hateful eyes
Who did not heed a woman's cries, but did what pleased them best:
They killed or maimed or stained for life from eastern France to west.

So thus it is, not twenty years, they chain her to a stake-
The final chain that no amount of bravery can break.
Within her dress, hugged to her chest, she tucks a wooden cross;
The symbol of the Son of God, who faced such early loss
Of life, and like her was betrayed and mocked and led to die
Without a cause, without a crime, without a reason why.
Ten thousand people press around; she feels the burning heat,
As flames grow hotter, ever hotter- licking at her feet:
But on one thing and one thing only both her eyes are fixed;
Upon the figure held before her- on the crucifix.
And she is thinking of a time that seems so long ago,
When as a girl she used to sit and watch her garden grow;
She'd pick the purple petaled flowers, braid them in her hair;
Her life was simple, pure, and sweet, she hadn't any care
Until Saint Michael gave her calling to her way back then.
But if she had another life, she'd do it all again,
For God and country, king and freedom she could die this death;
And so it was that thus she died, and with her final breath
Her soul and body parted ways, and while her body burned,
Her soul went on to realms unknown, her soul to heav'n returned
Into the hands of He who made her, to the arms of Christ the Lord;
Who made for her a better body, more than just restored.
Here ends the troubles of this maiden, gone are jail cells dark:
Forever live the Maid of Orleans, known as Joan of Arc.



{Written by Isaiah Zerbst. For the first time published on October the 13th, 2014.}

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Mary Magdalene

One summer eve in Galilee
I stood before my open door;
To me it seemed just one more night--
Like all the others gone before.
Someone would come and, passing by,
Would hear the tinkling of the bells,
Would see the garish harlot's robe
And painted eyes beneath my veil.
Someone, a man like all the rest--
It did not matter much to me--
A nobleman, Samaritan,
A Roman or a Pharisee,
Someone would pause and with one glance
Strip me again of maiden pride,
And leaving, later, never know
The shame and shattered dreams I hide.
O, he would think me very gay;
He would not see my hollow heart
Nor hear me curse him for his pay.
T was then I saw a band of men
Approaching down the narrow road;
There should be one among that crowd
Who wants the favors I bestow.
Kind eyes met mine, and with one look,
He saw what others could not see;
He saw the hunger of my soul,
My loneliness and misery.

I only know that since that day
I live to walk along with Him.
His look of love has changed my life;
I need not sell my love again.
Tonight He sups at Simon's house__
All day the dusty paths we roamed;
But, still he waits, unwashed, unkissed;
Small courtesies no one has shown.
My love for Him! It rolls and swells
Till from His side I cannot stay;
I'll wash His feet with tears of love
And with my hair wipe them away.

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OMNIPOTENT: HE KNOWS ALL

OMNIPOTENT: HE KNOWS ALL I know today, at this time You... my son(man), may not wholly know me. but, may I ask you... Have you taken one time to close your eyes in silence, feel me in your midst... and somehow reflect why despite say: your abounding richness still, you feel lost or empty? your waterfall trials still, you find yourself standing? your ten thousand sins still, you are given another day to live? My eyes, My hands, My feet. My heart, My breathe, My mind, All of them are filled with unselfish love for You. Before... I created the world complete and beautiful for you that all you need and all you want is there within your grasp. Within your reach. No hunger. No thirst. No killing. No stealing. No pain. No disease. Nothing evil is there nor anything to cause a tear from your eyes. I created you my son as like me unto my image and likeness you are mold yet above all these, how was I to know... that with some lies of a devil you will desire to be greater than I am. but I have forgiven You and given You always chances to change, to be better and once again look unto me as Your God alone. Yet, You seem to be blind, deaf or seem to be high-pride Hence, I have come to the point of sending you, my Only Begotten Son Him, who I answered and empowered through His uttered prayers. Him, whom I asked to fully demonstrate how it is to be human and more to be God at the same time. Him, who didn't consider status, gender, race or age. Selflessly, He embraced all but overall still He wasn't accepted . Him, who begged with blood of tears that I will take away the cup from Him but later, surrendered and humbly said: MY WILL BE DONE. so even His follower who was bribed-- became a traitor. And so, He was condemned and put to death. Again, my son, I ask you to ponder on this Do you need me to every now and then be infront of you? (when I am always here knocking at Your heart's door) Will by seeing me in flesh and hearing my voice convince you? (aren't my Creations: the sun, flowers, the waters, the air tell you am around?) that I am Your God, who will never leave you nor forsake you. (aren't my spirit, your friends, family, supporter, or even a kind stranger tell you am present?) Don't you recognize every single day that I am performing miracles for you? (but sad. Sad. Sad that you don't notice them) Have I not given you a heart and a mind to know and decide? To name a few.. I am a builder. I am a teacher. I am a healer: the greatest physician. I am a fisherman. The great carpenter. The great farmer. The great gardener. Oh yes! yesterday, today and even tomorrow you will hear or you will see so much about me from anyone but have I not told you always to seek me by your heart and that apart from me you can not do more and that you need faith, hope and love to see me... As strong as the wind, as quiet as the forest As fearless as the fire, as immovable as the mountains from east to west, from north to south to the flying spell of the night, to the erupting swell of the sun even borders and beyond... I am the way, the truth and the life I am the alpha and omega I am the one and only God I am who was, who is and yet to come I am the God who knows all... I so love you my son that above all this, I gave you free will, I am leaving you the choice... to open your door for me or not. Will you let me enter, my son? _________________________________________________ 10:03 pm, March 24, 2015

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Faith Is A Powerful Thing


Faithful days and restful nights, he lived through storm and drought.   
A promise fulfilled, the Lord gave him love and salvation. 
I watched him each day pray, worship and serve others devout, 
Taking the hand of Jesus, he walked in light of redemption.
Happily, he would share God’s love with all who would listen.
In dark of midnight hour, he felt the warmth of a rising sun.
Standing at his heart’s door, the light of the Lord’s love glistened,
And turning the knob, a gift to give, his battle had been won.
Problems soon came, illness threatened, from the Lord, away he turned.
Often he would raise his fists, shouting in blame with trembling rage.  
Where light once glowed bright from within, now his anger burned, 
Echoing thoughts of his loss, his weak body on fallen stage.   
Restless were his nights and bitter the endless days of grief.
Forgiveness would take a miracle, so I prayed for a new start.
Unwavering was my diligence, I knew his earthly days were brief. 
Like lightning to the tallest tree, the greatest love at last pierced his heart.  
To the cross, he was carried where Jesus paid the ultimate price.
He surrendered, remembering he was never forsaken.
I felt the peace with his last breath and steadfast love suffice.
Never to be burdened by this world’s sickness, sorrow and sin.  
Given gift of heavenly light, one day I’ll see him again.


For Mystic Rose's Faith Is A Powerful Thing Contest, 1/10/15

*a work of fiction, but the faith and feelings are true. 

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Where Birds Cannot Fly

There is a sacred place, beyond the deep blue skies
While living, we cannot go, and where birds cannot fly
A vast, mysterious realm, not meant for human eyes
Where strong forces gather, waging war from on high.

A war for the hearts and the minds of our souls
By the enemy of God, that dark serpent of old
Who lusts for men's lives, even though he well knows
That Christ's work is done, and He sits on His Throne.

The prince of this world does not want us to see
That the power of God can transform you and me
Living Word, that can change us within, Spirit breathed
Like those birds soaring high, lifting hearts when we read. 

There is a place, far away, where birds cannot go
Yet someday, the saints who believe Him will know
That great haven of heaven, from Christ will be shown
A bright new tomorrow, where the river of life flows.  

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How Wonderful You Are

(Rhyme) How truly wonderful and awesome You are to all of us God, You shower me with all Your blessings and your glowing Grace; As days and years of my life rushes by quicker than any flashing light, I 'am just looking forward till I get to see your divine and sweet face Everything around me just shows me that You really live here for us, And I don't care if some of you choose to deny that He really exists, You are in my heart and my soul and always will be here close to me, I can see You walking right beside me all the time, in my mind's eyes How wonderful You are to me! my sweet and wonderful Lord and King! The whole world sings You songs and praises of worship and glory, You created us in Your own image and made everything for us pure and good, But man dissobeyed and sinned and brought evil and death in everything As God saw all this happened and sin corrupting inside every man mortal's soul He sent down His only Son Jesus, to die for us on the cross and make us whole. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 Aka Ladylove copyright@2005 November,30,2014

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Peter's Sorrow


I cried a thousand tears today.
My heavy head, it fell in shame.
“Father, why?” He wearily prayed,
as watchers mocked His holy name.

Where do we go from here my friends?
I cried a thousand tears today.
When will despair come to an end?
His body torn, I’ll see always.

“It is finished”, I heard Him say.
Sure as the rooster crowed, I’m lost. 
I cried a thousand tears today
for Jesus hanging on the cross.

Three days from now, I’ll see his face
as I repent for sinful ways.
My burden’s lovingly erased.
I cried a thousand tears today.  

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USE ALL OF ME

USE ALL OF ME Father God, Kindly use all of me today... Again, I say to You God--- use all of me today. I am no preacher God but allow every word that comes from my mouth be a blessing to those who hear it. Let it be a torch to light someone's hope. Let it be a rainbow that kindles dreams. or let it be a needle that pricks and awakens someone's thoughts. I am no good singer God but I thank You ' for permitting this voice be heard among persons whom I lead to pray, to worship and sing you some praise. The lyrics I have sang spoke to my very heart reminding me that it's not actually how good or bad I am as a singer but it's how clean and sincere my heart is. Upon my nostrils You blow me the breath of life enabling me to live in whatever form I am now. You place me time to time on tests or sometimes edge to edge situations where there are times... I fall on bended knees, I cry and laugh to my ease. Unto my small hands with it's slender fingers I thank you for giving me the opportunity to take part in relieving someone's pain; to be a channel of your healing touch; to be a path in extending Your gracious blessings. I will never forget the smiles that shine from every patient that passed under my care. Father, their grin changed and humbled me. I treasure my student's plea of I staying still then. And their until now recognition of me when they see me on my most casual simplest attire. I am proud that my students before are now like me -- nightingales of tender loving care. I don't know how long will you let me live but I ask You Father God to use all of me in every way. I would love to know how will I serve you more. Reveal unto me Your will in my life. Days are passing by and so since I renewed my relationship with You deeper and deeper I am falling in love with You. Hence, I want You more and more in my life. I am so happy each time I have a date with You; Each time I hear Your endearing words Each time I read Your love letters each time I meet a person who is like You: loving, caring, understanding and more... My shyness melts each time I am with You. The accelerating freedom is undeniable when I am with You. Endorphin and energy plunge into heights that I can't control myself to dance and sing for You. My thoughts and my heart is overflowing with gladness each time I have this privilege to write something for You as this gift I acknowledge is fully from You. I just love You with all my heart and so I trust everything to You. Use all of me in every way to bring You back all the glory, all the honor and all the praise that above all belongs only to You, God. ©O. E. Guillermo 7:34 pm; December 02, 2014

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The little soldier boy

His daddy is fighting in Iraq.
His mommy is fighting tears.
His brother is fighting death.
He is fighting his desolation and fears.

Friends are but a dream
and companions are an illusion.
School is a concentration camp,
but he stands, though alone, in the midst of confusion.

His training school is loneliness.
His milestones are fears, thrust in lies.
His only weapon is faith
and his bullets are soft "hallelujah" cries.

Strength left his fragile body
and he lost the fight in life so coy,
yet on his knees he conquered agony
and I call him the little soldier boy.

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LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night

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Overcoming Sandstorms

                                                   
O~n occasion, the mind accretes to, "the hurt," when facing
V~icissitudes; blinded by, "the better nature," causing to
E~fface the focus from the Architect while simultaneously
R~aising questions why. Impatience encourages the 
C~ollaboration of misery to consult with those of the same mind.
O~nly then to find temporary pleasure due to humanly clocks power.
M~entally drained by dint of attacks upon attacks; seemingly to be
I~nsufferable and impregnable. Though the Architect, 
N~ever vanishes and will never vanish from the scene. So,
G~ive and release all apprehension with entire trust.

S~torms will arise from daybreak to nightfall. It must be remembered the
A~rchitect of whom in total control oversees misery so 
N~ever question the authority. Become courageous and 
D~etermined that, "This Too Shall Pass." Be conscious of
S~trength, wisdom and knowledge evolving afterwards.
T~oday, focus on the size of the Architect and Not
O~n what the mind can't do. Always
R~emain prayerful and faith filled.
M~ust never ignore the Architect of whom created life's puzzle
S~hifting all elements of sand in place from day to day.



(To those who will receive)


Architect-God
Vicissitudes- Ups and Downs
Insufferable-Unbearable
Impregnable-Unconquerable
Dint-Force
Efface-Wipe Away


Pace, INK-U-SCRIPT
Contest Title: Build Your Own Sand
9/16/2013

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A QUEST TOUCHED BY HEAVEN

A QUEST TOUCHED BY HEAVEN

Treading towards an immortal search
  a mortal soul stood begins the quest.
Crossing deep sea and burning desert sand
  down the wild and civilized land,
soul driven by zest will so grand.

Right and left battle: a door to growth and anguish
   Life still wriggles for habitable breath hiss
Shuddering fears may impregnate decline
   staggering, falling, hurting but LIVING!
Teardrops shed a lance or rose to the heart.
   Prayers a rumble to steps roaring zeal
      rave gaits thud though imperfect

Your lit of melodious merciful grace
    presages treasure drafts of redemption.
Breakages had caused falls bending spirits
   yet, these also caused cries of feverish hopes
  frightened but with Your heavenly touch
Am a mortal but siren-like singing hymns of salvation.

In the ocean expanse of gloomy sky,
   my heart -a white pigeon craving to fly high.
I strive to reach outstretch stars
   Sprouting lovelier even when rain arrives.
Singing my lifesong with side-sways,
   enjoying God's gift of life today.


(c)Olive Eloisa
1:41pm
September 18, 2014

Inspired by:

Psalm 147:11
the LORD delights in those who fear him, who put their hope in his unfailing love

Sponsor	Justin Bordner
Contest Name	Divine Intervention 
2nd place.. :)  to God be the glory..

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Pierced

my mind is consumed by His hands being pierced
How could men hammer nails through those healing hands?
Just days before, the streets filled with his praises.
I'm confused. The mob shouted "crucify him!".

How could men hammer nails through those healing hands?
When He was born, He was foretold to be King
I'm confused. The mob shouted "Crucify him!"
I wonder how His death could be part of God's plan?

When He was born, He was foretold to be King.
My expectation was an earthly kingdom.
I wonder how His death could be part of God's plan?
Still, I have seen the things Jesus has done.

My expectation was an earthly kingdom.
Some say our Messiah has not yet arrived.
Still, I have witnessed the things Jesus has done.
So I have no doubt He is the Son of God.

Some say our Messiah has not yet arrived.
Just days before, the streets filled with His praises!
So I have no doubt He is the Son of God.
My mind is consumed by His hands being pierced!

This eyewitness would have to wait three days for her answer to be revealed.

For Rob Carmack's Pierced Contest.

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I AM YOUR SERVANT

I AM YOUR SERVANT I adore You Oh God, my King and my God, The Most Powerful among all... I am Your servant Father God I want nothing but to follow You Tomorrow Oh Father God Coat us with the Holy Blood of Your Son Jesus Christ Father God, I acknowledge that You alone is the greatest source of wisdom, strength and guidance. Tomorrow Father God, me and my brothers and sisters in Christ will walk and try in every way to win souls as one Father God, we will try to seek for the lost, empty and sick as one Father God, we will share our life testimony this the life changing experience we have had since the day we accepted You as our God as one Oh Father God, we will be united in one will and one mission this is to widen Your kingdom We will do this by sharing Your gift of salvation and healing Oh Father God, I ask You humbly to fill us Cleanse and purify our hearts and minds Allow us to be worthy in partaking this task Sent unto us Your Holy Spirit to empower us I believe oh Father God that if one or two is gathered under Your Name You are in the midst of them I invite Your presence to engulf our beings Open our spiritual eyes to see those who needs you most Open our ears to be sensitive to Your living words--our bread of life Open our hands to give the best of what we have to serve You and I believe anything we will do for Your greater glory You will refill You said to Your words You will provide us everything Open our hearts and minds so that we may fully understand the preaching Oh Father God, Your servant is not a good speaker but I believe Father God, thru Your Divine POWER You will anoint me and so the words that will come out from my mouth are the words You want us to know Oh Father God, Your servant is not a singer but I believe Father God You will lead me. You will not much care on how my voice is. The most You will care about is the voice of my heart. You will care on the purity of my intentions for You know that I am singing a song to lift Your Name on high, To give You praise, To bring You glory and to bless Your Holy Name. I sing songs to thank You and to express my love on You. Oh Father God, Your servant is not "somebody" but I believe Father God You will make a "somebody" or "nobody" be "someone" under Your Name Like King David in the Holy Bible the youngest, the shepherd but You made Him the man closest to Your Heart Like Paul and Peter whom scared you turned them as two of Your greatest apostles. Oh Father God we rely on You, We seek Your presence in us Allow us to wear Your armour: a helmet that is Your salvation a belt that is the truth a breastplate that is righteousness a shield that is a fortified faith a pair of shoes that is Your living Words a sword that is Your Holy Spirit dwelling in us. I am thirsty and hungry for Your presence in my life. I know You alone can fill the holes still present in me. I offer myself as Your servant Father God speak to me, speak to me reveal to me, reveal to me tell me more, tell me more... Amen. ___________________________________________________________ O.E. Guillermo 10:01 pm, April 16, 2015

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Holy is The Lamb

Deep in my heart I search Oh Lord 
Deep in my wretchedness I pray
Deep in my soul I cry for words 
Words oh Lord, deep words worthy 
To praise your Holy Lamb

How could I with human tongue 
How could I with this spotted soul
How could I the unworthy one
Sing praises, how oh Lord
Sing praises worthy of the Lamb

Will I ever have the words oh Lord
Will I ever sing your song
Will I ever be around your throne 
Where there I will praise,….praise
The Holy Lamb

I search the earth your hands have made
I search the sky, the clouds above
I search your flowers and your trees
Yet in their beauty none, none compare 
To the beauty of the Lamb

Oh Holy Lamb please hear my plea 
Oh Holy Lamb look in my soul
Oh Holy Lamb dispense your grace
That I oh Holy Lamb, I may have the words
To sing forevermore, Holy is the Lamb

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.26.2014 
Contest: Verlena’s Holy is The Lamb
2nd

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Jesus Help Me - written by my seven-year-old son, Dylan


Jesus help me with my problems that I have each day. When I go through many things everyday - like school, listening and grades. Jesus also help me to be a great big brother and a great son to my mother and father and a friend to all.
By Dylan Saunders

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The Accolade

 Fighting mid the strong and bold,
His eye and blade were keen;
Marching like a thund'ring storm
On foes of Faith, his queen.

Now returned in victory
Upon his mighty bay,
Set he off to Langley Tow'r
Her summons to obey.

"John the Squire," the footman called,
And held the oaken door;
Faith, it seemed, had gleaming eyes
Like never once before.

"John! 'tis good to see thee hale,"
The queen exclaimed, and rose:
Tales have sped to Langley's gates
Of many broken bows."

"God has saved me whole and well,
By prayers, I ween, of thee;
Tell me please, my lady Queen
What service I may be."

Saying thus, the squire bowed
And doffed his burnished helm;
Struck in awe by Faith, his love,
The queen of Arthur's realm.

"Gilbert saith," rehearsed the queen,
"That deeds of thee are done
Greater yet than those of Wat 
Or even Henry's son."

Tears bedecked her youthful face,
And glistened in the light;
John the Squire, as she had hoped,
Had done her favour right.

"Nay!" the humble squire cried,
"This word is not so true!
How could I, the meanest squire,
Perform the deeds they do?"

"Hush!" It was a firm command;
"I'll hear these lies no more; 
Kneel before me, Squire John,
A knight shall leave the door."

Down before the queen he knelt,
He pledged his knighthood true;
Swore her ev'ry small command
With cheerful heart to do.

From his side she drew his sword,
She struck the accolade;
"Thus the greatest knight," she said,
"Is from a squire made."

From her hand the sword did fall,
It clashed upon a stone:
"John, if battle claimed thy life,
How could I be alone?"

"God has prospered all my ways;
My Queen, I praythee, cease!
Soon these wars shall claim our foes,
And Britain be in peace."

Faith remained there by her throne,
With light upon her hair;
Not one maid of Camelot
Was even half so fair.

"God be with thee evermore,"
She bravely said at last;
"Guard and keep thee from the foe
Until the very last."

John the Knight farewell did bid,
And swiftly rode away:
When the wars were hammered out,
He'd be a king in May.


  For the Famous Art contest. Inspired by the painting "The Accolade" -1901 by Edmund Blair Leighton. 


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You and Me

by Mel Eyas Dicdican
 
In the days of my sorrow
I am wandering like a sparrow.
Happy days have passed
But my love for you will ever last.
 
Thinking of you for a moment
Could at least minimize my torment.
Neither my love can reach you
Nor my hands can touch you.
 
Even if you are gone
But I cannot forget everything you've done.
I love you with all my heart
And nobody could tear it apart.
 
If only I could turn back time
I would make sure to make it sublime.
But I am only human to change the world
And my strength cannot afford.
 
All I know now is to cherish the past
And wait until my days last.
If in this world we are not meant to be
Hope in the next would be you and me.

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Emergent

How can one man find
More faith in a crevasse of Siula Grande,
Than most will ever know,
Sitting beneath a pulpit on Sunday?

Dulling the truth to grow the census,
Merchants and cowards comfort the carnal ear.
Marketing Christ’s love without his conviction,
Left willful in sin with nothing to fear.

In half doctrines and custom alter calls,
Prostituting the truth with all forms of prosperity.
Akin to seeding hookers in the chambers of Heaven.
Deceived to death twice by hand and blasphemy.

Feeding wolves from among your own flocks.
In the banquets of ancient mystics and bride Blavatsky,
Word of Faith gorging on their mammon,
Left choking in an insatiable eternity.

A culture’s blue concessions are gone, 
Giving more choices leaving Paul’s letters unread.
No church discipline or discernment left,
Testaments of burning flesh that once bled.

Refusing to submit to be broken.
Fading old blessings from past obedience.
Confusing favor with common grace,
Hypocrisy’s retribution birthed decadence.

Millions claiming the found life of the few,
In every eulogy and requiem,
Lukewarm afterthoughts of the Son,
Losing everything by never knowing him.

Despising the light of the living truth,
Lobotomizing guilt with the scalpel of ignorance.
Finding solace in the darkness of mystery.
Death marches infectious rainbows of tolerance.

Redefining roles and covenants in hemorrhaging lies
Under the pretense of the modern states,
Illusions of enlightenment killing somatic slaves.
Relativism’s heart courting the things he hates.

Enticed by the delusions of utopias,
Bound in the fables of autonomy.
Throats upon The two-edged sword,
In this American tragedy
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12.04.14

This poem attempts to capture the Fundamentalist view on certain issues with other movements within Christianity.  Also, the man in the crevasse, chose a different kind of faith than you may have assumed.

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Exposing the Soul

The fallen sons slipped off Creation’s lens.
To taste the sting from our own tree and fruit.
Their giants quarried till no place to stand.
Before these day’s deceiving shades of gray,
The prophet’s shutters opened wide to write.
Foretold of hate in focus driving nails.
Our Pilate’s wash in Silver Halide’s bowl.
For only one Son’s blood can fill the baths,
His saving grace developing the soul.
And now reflecting every color’s hue,
Presented flawless under Father’s sight.
This world to turn and from you it will take.
Endure this to the end and ride the light.

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Contest: Black and white film photography
Sponsor: Giorgio A. V.
Entrant: Rob Carmack
Form: Iambic Pentameter
03.15.15