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HOLY IS THE LAMB


    You must teach me to be humble 
    For love is the reason you died 
    The lamb is so clean, white and holy 
    A newborn Lamb of God who makes new life begin 
    The Lamb gentleness is evident for all 
    Take away my sinful thoughts and lies 
    Worthy is the Lamb that carries your words 
    I'm no angel, but I know they exist 
    You paid with your blood for the salvation of men 
    Love abundance is where you are found 

    



    Contest Name:HOLY IS THE LAMB...
    Sponsor:Verlena S. Walker
    Deadline:10/11/2014 



    05.10.2014
    A-L Andresen :)
    Copyright © All Rights Reserved 

    - Thank you for my 2nd place in contest :) - 
    



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RELUCTANT ATHEIST

I really want to believe in Jesus
I secretly wish that it was true
A love that is really transformational
But my problem is I work with you

It's so hard to believe in a holy God
That would send his son to die for me
If I received him would I be like you
And is being like you being set free

The church music sounds so beautiful
The words from Scripture pure and fair
But if you really believed it was all true
Why is it you can't wait to get out of there

When you get mad your King you curse
You're an arrogant boss, but you call him Lord
Where are your deeds of love & acts of faith
You seem more interested in your brand new Ford

If you believe millions are dying in darkness
And that the world is filled with despair
Why are you always so self absorbed
If Jesus is in you then why don't you care

You say it's wrong for me to look at you
That I should only focus my eyes on Christ
You're asking the blind to see the light
While those who see him are not enticed

So I live as a reluctant atheist 
I'll go to my grave wishing God were true
I'd love to believe in amazing grace
But my problem is I work with you

*Not for contest
Date: 10-19-14

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Simply time to go, a little brother's lamentation

Too hard for me to say goodbye
For all apparent reasons why
Even though we all know it must be
Each heart will someday stop the beat
When the rhythm of life, and silence, finally meet
.
Yet I always seem so surprised 
To find that death is part of life 
Knowing that regret, will now haunt my every rhyme 
The specter called "if only", will inhabit every line.
Wish I could arbitrate a deal to have gained a little time
Just one more talk with Sissy, to ease my guilty mind. 
.
And the sun now sets on my regrets
I gamble on time and lose each bet
Thinking I'll move on and yet, 
here I set . . .
Wishing for one more time 
One more pun
One more smile 
That will never come 
.
If I could just recall the things you said that mattered to you most.
Memories un memorized
That now I'll never know
Years of conversation when I didn't pay attention
Times I should have said I love you 
And somehow failed to mention
.
Then when you tried to tell me you felt your time was drawing near
Your selfish little brother pretended not to hear.
Even when you did your best,  and tried to let me know
You'd made your peace and you were ready, and that for you . . . 
It was simply time to go

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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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Eve

Does the past really matter?
 Does it set you free? 
I’m absorbed in the sin,
That is surrounding him and me. 

Lost in the curiosity,
Cold to the touch. 
Drenched in the poison,
With my dignity in his clutch.

Feeling like I was cheated;
I chose the evil instead of light.
I traded in the sunshine,
For what lurks in the night. 

I disobeyed his orders,
I gave up security to be unsure.
I went against the warnings,
Gave into darkness instead of remaining pure.

Once my bed was made of soft grass,
But now it is made of stone.
Was plump from all of the luscious fruit,
Now I’m starving to the bone. 

My curse is one of circumstance.
The punishment a crime,
I’m stuck inside this dampened cave,
For the rest of time. 
My world came crashing down,
The grief has not subsided.
My heart broke completely,
When my sons collided. 

My misery a token,
From the abandonment I earned.
Upon the time spent in sorrow,
There was a lesson to be learned.

Have I found the moral?
Only in time we shall see,
For all I did was eat an apple-
From the Knowledge tree. 

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Strange Beauty

 sijo (Visual 4)    

Tolerance and empathy between people of opposite stance
could take a lesson or two from the English countryside.
There single hedges fuse the best of holly, hawthorn and yew.

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God, don't look at me like that

I never learned how to pray
because often times the silence preaches louder than the sermon,
and the bullets of my heart don’t bleed like you think they should
instead they melt
melt like icecream set out in the summer sun,
like the mountain snow run off into the streams,
like ice clamped together between my fist,
my fists,
my fists that stop bullets from protruding my skin,
my fists that explode and scream louder than a sermon.

God, don’t look at me like that.
Your pupils look like firing bullets,
knocking us out one by one by one,
saying you can’t come in
because you never learned how to pray. 

God, don’t look at me like that.
Your iris’s look like vortexs of instability
rolling our ground like an earthquake
telling us to do more,
be more,
pray more,
or we can’t come in.

My fists stop the bullets and together our fists make boulders,
knocking down our insecurities
one by one by one.
If we don’t make it in
then that is okay
because our fists will turn into butterflies
and our hearts will turn into lions
and our bones will turn into the infrastructure of hell
because that is what my preacher told me.

Preacher, don’t look at me like that,
don’t shake your head at my appearance
just because I have ink on my arm doesn’t make me less of a person,
just because I have color on my eyelids,
just because my skirts above my knee,
just because my fists don’t unwind and interlock doesn’t make me less of a person.

I never learned how to pray
because often times the silence preaches louder than the sermon.
God, don’t look at me like that. 


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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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It's Never Too Late

His lifeboat drifted aimless; scorching days and chill of night,
with no hope of rescue within his dizzying, blurred sight.

Hunger gripped his belly in long piercing pangs.
Deprived; life giving liquid, his body, now was drained.

 He'd heard stories of both, the devil and Jesus man.
Simply disregarding them; he never took a stand.

"God help me"; empty words repeated in desperation.
No manna dropped from heaven, nor miracle hydration.

Feeling shunned by the one, he called upon the other,
" I'd give my soul for a crumb and a thimble of fresh water."

Parting the curtain of fog, stretched an ancient taloned hand.
"Give yourself to me, and I'll gladly meet your demands."

The devil's seductive voice; at first music to his ears.
We'll feast on souls of nonbelievers, and drink their desperate tears.

Beckoning him from port side, slowly starboard his head turned.
The devil's real, then so is Jesus; his latest lesson learned.

Squeezing his last drop of strength, he managed to his knees.
Through blood stained lips, the sinners prayer; "Father, forgive me, please."

These dying words, barely uttered, he stood at heaven's gate.
My God is a merciful God... Repent... It's never too late.... 


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The Joy of Knowing Jesus

The Joy of Knowing Jesus…

The joy of knowing Jesus is a blessing to know.
He brings peace and nourishment to my soul!

The joy of knowing Jesus brings a peace within.
Knowing that HE has removed my every sin!

The pleasure of serving Jesus is an honor indeed.
Knowing that he’s supplied and met my every need!

The pleasure of living each day, in honor to my king…
Helps me to realize that Christ is my everything!

This opportunity I have, is a special moment.
I know that I’ve been cleansed by HIS atonement!

This same Jesus can bring salvation to you today!
He’s waiting for you!  And loves you in a beautiful way!

Won’t you take the time and receive him too?
See the marvelous work that he can do through you!

There’s a joy of knowing this Lord!  He loves you so much!
He bless and restore your life by his special touch!

This can be the time, for you to come and accept him!
He wants to change your life!  Won’t you let him?

Behold the king of glory!  Hallelujah to the lamb!
He reaches out to all…  With his loving hands!

Let’s thank Jesus for the joy that he’s given!
By his shed blood…  We can all be forgiven!

He offers true love to all!  And is what life is about!
He can change us now!  And bring hope throughout!

The joy of knowing Christ is a pleasure to obtain!
We can find all we need!  In his precious name!

By Jim Pemberton   11/02/14

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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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Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna

*Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna I am your devotee I know and feel the pains of others Keep me doing well to others And let not ego or pride enter my mind. Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna As your devotee Never speak ill of others Disdain greed and avarice Respect women as I respect my mother. Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna As your devotee I never indulge in lies Lust and anger not my forte For the salvage of my family. Hare Ram, Hare Ram Lead me from despair to hope Fear to trust, from hate to love From false to truth, war to peace. As your true devotee I know Birth is suffering, old age is suffering, Disease is suffering, death is suffering, Unite me not with the unpleasant Disunite me not from the pleasant. Peace, Peace, Peace, Peace, Peace.
Krishna and Ram are the incarnations of God in Hindu religion. (Hare meaning O') December 12, 2014 Form: Free Verse (Rhythmic) Dr. Ram Mehta Contest: Rock Me around.. by Sheri Freshonke Harper

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No Longer Mourn for Me When I Am Dead

If Death should call, let me go free;
It's only Heaven beckons me.
If I should step beyond the veil
Of sight and sound and voice, 't is well;
I shall be glad to place my head
Beneath the sod with other dead.
My spirit will not linger there
But float on myriad colored air
And dip its wings o'er twinkling stars
And ride the moon's bright, silver car.
At last my yearning soul will know,
Forever ceased its worldly woe.
If Death comes, do not robe in black
As if you want my spirit back;
I would not want your soul to grieve
Nor stand here desolate, bereaved.
I shall be glad at last to go;
Rejoice with me who wished it so.
It's not a morbid, ghastly thought
But one in Grace and Glory wrought.
For just beyond life's ebbing sea,
Beyond earth's pain and agony,
I dimly see the other shore
Where I shall live forevermore.
Death shall but serve to chauffer me
From galaxy to Galaxy.
His fingers do not clutch and tear
The soul from one who does not fear;
That soul is borne up in his arms
In ecstasy, without alarms.
Death will not be my dreaded fate:
He is but Heaven's op'ning gate.

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THE LIFE OF JESUS CHRIST LORD

In Galilee, his voice was heard.
In Nazareth, he rested his spirit.
Cana is where he was first miraculous.
In Galilee, the crowds were like a flock of sheep.
But his crucifixion in Judea defeated their image.
My beloved Jesus knew his faith.
At the last supper, he told his disciples about his last days.

Oh Lord of greatness
How they hung you on the cross
Arms stretched to the limit
Not mindful (of it) at all.
The people of Galilee embraced your ministry.
In Judea, they crowded to witness your crucifixion.
Your mother cried out but
She knew that you were seeking your crown.
In Heaven, you reside.

You were raised from the dead.
Lord Jesus, you will meet your disciples once again.
Your resurrection was angelical.
An angel appeared to your disciples.
They were informed of your forgoing.
In Galilee, as promised, they would see you once more.

The prophecy of the birth of Christ is destiny that forfeited his life.
_________________________________________________________
Penned March 20, 2015!

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Faith Is A Powerful Thing-

Faith is a powerful thing,
asking for absolute trust.
It allows you to believe 
that you are not all alone,
here in the shadow of death.

In times of persecution,
some souls have little else.

And yet it’s unshakeable.

Praying perpetuates hope,
opening your heart to God.
When you first feel Him enter,
everything in life changes.
Routine tasks take new meaning,
filling existence with purpose.
Until then you felt empty,
languishing in misery.

The love between you and God,
has only strengthened your faith.
It’s His love that sustains you,
not the words of those that say
God is nothing more than myth.

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MY SOUL AND I

MY SOUL AND I

The Spiritual harmony of the Soul
 notes I hear early morn
Better life may be the earnest goal
 yet weakness comes when born

Sunlight sends its beauty to me
 birds sing a morning tune
Life begets its wonderful mystery
 beautiful as light of the moon

Each day imparts lessons to learn
 hours gifted to be alive
Work done, midnight oil to burn
 on love one can thrive

Life now sends me gifts anew
 dances with a true love
Discoveries very old and true
 all sent by our God above

Gleanings for the Soul to tend
 salvation depends not on you 
For true love man must depend
On our Savior having paid all our due!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-15-2014

Man is a lost traveler , searching for a calm port in the midst of a raging storm.
His spirit cries out for relief, 
for a saving belief,
for love and sweet life to be a norm
Alas, tis not to be
life is oft a stormy sea
no refuge from it to flee
unless with faith , true salvation is plea....
simply, sincerely ask and will be granted to thee....

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He Arose-

Since Noah and the great flood
swords swiftly replaced the rod.
And Man soaked altars in blood
sacrificing life unto God.

Civilizations flowered,
then vanished with little trace.
Men of peace were called coward
and women were kept in place.

Compromise was hard to find, 
no hope for a peaceful path.
For God warred with Mankind,
smiting pagans with His wrath.

Jesus preached God's not that way,
removing hate from His faith.
And He taught us how to pray,
purging souls of unclean wraith.

Challenging how people thought,
some demand blood for His love.
Yet His crucifixion bought
forgiveness through God above.

Mourned and laid in a cave,
for three days He suffered hell.
Then He arose from His grave
and bid apostles to tell.

Through His love salvation starts,
and Mankind’s fate looks less grim.
For now God lives in our hearts
and blood’s not offered to Him.

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Our Limited Understanding

What did he mean
when he said
turn the other cheek?
Does it mean
violence isn't the answer
and peace is always the way?

Is it to deny the natural
carnal response?
To challenge the older laws
that have long been ensconced?

Maybe it's a come on
to the ungodly
"Give me what you got
I have no need to be afraid."
Maybe he meant
our bones are fragile
but our hope is not?
It shall never rust nor decay.

Surely a punch in the face
is no threat to one's life.
If a man put a gun to your wife
would you just let her die??

(surely life is precious
but God have mercy
should it come to this)

Should we cast down our weapons,
trade them for pruning hooks?
Is that what Jesus meant?
Or perhaps, maybe,
it begs you to take a deeper look.
and gaze at the wisdom God has sent.

Does it not surely mean that hatred
can't be snuffed out
by more hatred?
There are many trials we go through
but one thing we must know
is that love should always be sacred.

When he stated
Ye are the Light of the World
does that not imply
that the world itself is DARKNESS?
It's a gloomy forbidding place
with many pricks and thorns:
why add to the harshness?

For now it seems
we see through a glass darkly.
Having trouble deciphering
the passages and what they meant.
What about Romans 13
where it says, Execute vengeance
against those who do evil?
To whom is it referring
and to what extent?

Our limited understanding
leaves us grounded.



NOTE: This was written in response (and inspiration) to Liam McDaid's poem titled Thou Shalt Not Kill. It's a very fascinating topic, and one where I don't quite have answers...

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Gods Gift

                     God's Gift

God's gift starts out with just a white light, a blank canvas, an idea ready to take 
flight, the ink touches down with a swipe, this is how He begins our life.

He painted rocky mountains, rolling hills, and grassy fields.  As paint dripped 
from his brush and fell so abrupt, creating rivers and brooks.  Then an ocean 
came to be, the biggest wonder you will ever see.

God stopped and pondered , what don't I see and then wondered, animals this is 
what it will be, some for the land and some for the sea.

God struck his canvas with a flick of his brush flowers and trees as far as you 
could see.  Then looked at himself and created you and me just like he had 
seen.  The greatest accomplishment a human being. 

Six days of lust an idea that came from a brush.  All has been created including 
us.  The seventh day this is a must a day of rest.  One day out of a week and 
four days out of a month.  This is the day we pray and thank him for showing us 
the way, to his home, heaven you see, that's where we all want to be.  This is 
God's gift to you and me.

Genesis 1.1 the New Testament 

By
   Rowdy
            Yates


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The Spirit, the Water, and the Blood

last thing I remember was the look upon his face
shot him dead right where he stood then left without a trace
took a man's life robbing his white castle for some change
if I could I'd take it back my life I'd rearrange

(chorus)

as I lie upon this cot I look up toward the sky
the Word says He still loves me though I can't help wonder why
the man I am today is one He pulled up from the mud
I've put my faith in these three things...
the spirit, the water, and the blood

growing up I never got to know the man who caused my birth
the only dad I ever knew destroyed my own self-worth
the day he beat my mother was was the day I thought I'd die
I swore it'd be the last time that this boy would ever cry

as I lie upon this cot I look up toward the sky
the Word says He still loves me though I can't help wonder why
the man I am today is one He pulled up from the mud
I've put my hope in these three things...
the spirit, the water, and the blood

(bridge)

looking in this broken mirror I see a man redeemed
my newborn faith in God above uplifts my self-esteem
the One who sent his Son to die forever set me free
these bars that keep me locked up now will soon no longer be
(I'll pay the penalty...)

the time has come the needle waits I find myself at peace
tomorrow morn I'll pay my dues before I find release
forgiveness I have begged from Him for causing so much pain
my hope is He remembers me and that I'll live again

as I lie upon this cot I look up toward the sky
the Word says He still loves me though I can't help wonder why
the man I am today is one He pulled up from the mud
I've put my trust in these three things...
the spirit, the water, and the blood

as I lie upon this bed of death I close my eyes
his family's all gathered 'round it makes me wonder why
the man I killed's dear widow helped to pull me from the mud
(because like me)
she's put her faith in these three things...
the spirit, the water, and the blood

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Life's Race

Life's Race Written: by Tom Wright 9/8/98 Life, isn't like a relay, With participants off and on, Nor is it like a sprint or dash, But more of a marathon; Many start a race for Christ, But too soon tire and rest. While others, Spiritually out of shape, Will not put forth their best; In giving man His chosen, God accepts from man no less. For salvation is a know so thing, Not feelings or a guess. We must daily run, not tire or quit, When encountering one more hurdle. Life isn't start, sprint, and fade, But in finishing, Like the Turtle.

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The Devil's Advocates

Politics is a dirty game,
So indeed is religion --
One screws with your mind,
The other with your soul;
One promises heaven on earth,
The other, heaven after death!

Trust not these savvy pundits,
These breeders of
the ghosts and the goblins,
These keepers of
the deities and the demons.

Like leeches they'll
latch on to your fears
and to your gullibility,
Until they have sucked
you dry of your free will,
Your aspiration, 
Your wealth.
Oh, what not they'll do
to restrain your free spirit,
Bogging you down with
your fears and your guilt.

Seen open are
their murky minds,
Seen open are
their shallow ideals,
Seen open are
their cheating hearts;
They tout love, freedom, peace
wherever they go,
Yet spawn nothing but
hatred, violence, misery.

One is politically religious,
The other, religiously political!

"Enter Contest Name" contest by Georgio A.V.

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THE I AM apocalpse

I did behold the vision
one like a daughter of man
singing before the armies of heaven

I did hear what the seven thunders said
said they put on your war robe LORD and go
then go and cleanse the earth with your sword








Lewis Nyaga

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Lesson From Cedar Falls

LESSON FROM CEDAR FALLS

A stream of water high above came to a rocky cliff,
Cascaded downward from the ledge, not once debating if
The flow should steer to right or left from a protrusion there,
But letting forces steer its way without a single care.
The fingers met on ledge below for one last final fall;
Into a quiet pool below they made their final call.
Their quick and separated fall was so like life, I found,
As from our lofty start we course our journey to the ground.
If we could let the Master steer and not debate the path,
The obstacles we fear the most we would so easily pass.
And just before that final drop into the pool of death
We’d see Him reach His gentle hand to catch our passing breath.
We’d make it safely to that pool of eternal rest and peace
If we would put our hand in His and all of self release.

This poem came from viewing this natural spectacle in Hocking Hills State Park, Ohio.

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Spirits Will Uplift

Spirits Will Uplift

When can this finally be a wake up call?
So start to stand up before we finally fall
And bring everyone back together again
With many smiling faces and spirit within.

I really never like bragging or to ever boast
But of many things that worry me the most
It is my poems no longer to continue to write
Wanting to challenge you and then invite.

Ebola and killing have been in the air;
Of all things in Ferguson what is fair
Why would you want to take a life away?
Maybe while holding a big walrus at bay.

God save me from sin and remove all fear
Knowing Christmas time is close and near
Your Son truly was our very greatest gift
And now all of our spirits you will uplift.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran