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Tears (To Weep)

I feel  i must ask this question do you know what it is to  really cry out, to weep? I have been 
there my friend. When tears are burning hot on your face and your body hurts with every 
sob.

When you  cant see because of the tears, streamimg from your eyes. Let me tell you this, 
there aint anything wrong with  crying, with  really sobbing. If you were told dont cry, or that 
grown men dont cry, or boys dont cry, let me say this friends you were told a lie.

There is no shame in crying, Jesus our lord and saviour wept,  He wept over Jerusalem. 
Father God weeps today, at the pain,injustice, hurt and dispare in the world. He weeps for 
the still born child,for the abused child, he weeps for the elderly, for the poverty and shame.

He weeps for those who are drink and drug dependant, he weeps  for the widow and widower 
and for the prostitute as well. He weeps for the little man who we dont know by name. He 
weeps for the the religious, so caught up in thier chains.

So if you still think it's wrong to cry, soften  your heart, my friend and refuse to listen to the 
lie. Because there is nothing wrong with a good old cry.

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Being Rich

I dont want fame or fortune, i dont want money or wealth. I just thank father God, that i 
have him and my health.

To have a vast fortune would sadden me you see, to be rich beyond compare, would make 
me loose sight of the one true treasuer in my life. That is to  know my lord jesus christ.

Being rich makes you blind, being rich keeps you in a bind. So i say thank you, but  not for 
me. Jesus is enough  for me.

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The Voice of Jesus

The voice of jesus as he speaks to his children, is so sweet and gentle it is like a breez on a 
warm summers day.

It is like a gentle rain, falling down from heaven, so refreshing so cooling on the skin. The 
voice of jesus is like the waves gently lapping on some shore far away.

The voice of jesus is the still small voice, that you hear when you settle and still yourself in 
silence.  Be still lewt him speak to your heart today.

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The Touch of the Masters Hand

If your batterd, bruised and out of sorts. If you think that your  not  valuable, or feeling 
unloved. 

If you have lost your way from the path  you were treading and all seems darkness, pain 
and fear around you. 

If your hurting, in pain and hard  pressed. I have an answer  a real answer for you my friend.
The answer is Jesus Christ, so come recieve a touch from the masters hand.

Come to Jesus let him clean you up, let him hold you close, let him heal and restore you to 
be who you can  be for him. Come recieve a loving touch from the masters hand to day


I hope that who ever reads this it is a help to you?

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The Church

The church aint some fancy building, made of  bricks or morter. 

No the church is me and you. flesh and blood. living, breathing stones.

People see us, they see  jesus his only soon.

The one who gave himself to die on a cross,

for the lost. the loney and the hurting.


If you think your to bad, to come

and turn to God, i got news, he

knows all about  you, every

detail.


So you aint to bad, come to him 

and let him love you and set you

free. 


He`s waiting for you, so just

come as you are.  Amen.

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God Is There

Everytime i feel the rain on my face, i know God is there. Every  time i see the birds or the 
flowers and the trees, i know God is there.


Every time i see a rainbow with it's perfect clours, i know God is there. Every time i hear the 
thunder or  see the lightning, i  know God is there. 


Every time i look at another human being i know God is there, every time i feel at peace i 
know God is there.


So no matter what happens  whether good or bad,  i know God is there for me. Thank you 
God.

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Let Him In

I have been walking with the lord for 25 years, I have been walking with the lord since i was 
17. Now the lord He saw me and rescued me from shame and sin. Opened his arms and 
welcomed me in.


I still have my good and bad days, I still  get happy and sad. I still get low and blue. but one 
thing I know, without a doubt, Jesus aint angry or mad at me. Infact, He loves me no matter 
what happens.


So If your wondering round lost and confused, just turn to Jesus. Let Him,  take your blues 
away from  you. Let Him into your heart, give you a brand new start, simpley let Him into 
your heart today.

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Someone To Be With

Being lonely  is a strange thing, one minuest  happy and the next  sad.
Wishing i had a woman  in my  life, and then  not wanting anyone Wishing
i was married with a family, then  wishing i was single a batchlor. With
no  woman  i can  go out when  i want, eat when  i want, come home
when  i want. But i sometimes wish  i had someone to come home to,
someone to  talk to, someone to  cuddle up with  and hold tight. Someone to  love 
and do things for, someone to  pray  with and read Gods word with, someone to  go 
to church with. Someone to  hold hands in the street with and be spontanious with 
like buy her flowers and gifts. Oh yes lonilness can  be a killer. Oh  yes just someone 
to  be with, someone to come home to thats all  i ask.

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An Old Friend

I have an  old friend of 18 years. Whos been  a rock, a true friend to me. His name is joshua 
christian. A man  of God indeed is he, a reliable prayer partner to. But  my  friend went from 
out of my  life, now a fence  seems to  be between  us. Yes my  faithful  friend josh  i wish 
we could talk   once again? From an old friend

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Writers Block

From pen to paper my words will not flow, oh how frustrating, i want to shout. How i wish  i 
could think of lyric or line, to put on paper that would look so fine.

What iv'e got is common enough, it's called writers block you see, it happens to the best of 
us you know. It can  last a day, month, month  or year. It  brings misery instead of cheer.

Knowing that i have words to share, doesnt help  or imporove things at all. I might as well 
then throw my pen  away and go up the the wall.