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William Arthur Tell Poem
The Scriptures teach that there is a Heaven to gain and a Hell to shun !
We Preachers need to pass the Word,
for there are far too Many which have never heard.
The world mocks and says "all my friends shall be there",
The Lord says that there shall be "no parties for them to share".
The rich man asked Abraham to send Lazarus,
The Lord sent Jesus the best He had for us.
Today we think that "the rich man and the wealthy" are truly blest,
The Bible teaches that for all eternity without Jesus they will have no rest...
The beggar Lazarus did not enter Heaven because he ate crumbs and dogs
licked his soars nor because in this life he did suffer,
He entered paradise because he believed by faith what Moses and the Prophets
had offered !
Miracles cannot save nor people rising from the dead will change the hearts of
men,
It is the preaching of God's Word for faith in them to be heard the Spirit to
convince them.
The heat truly is extreme, dark as sackcloth shall be the sight, Mankind shall
scream:
No rest for them, their names forgotten, teeth shall they gnash, no room for them
to even dream...
Will you use your "wealth and lend us your health",
To get the message out for now is the time to "SHOUT" !
God save us all and give us all angels wings:
Help us to bring plenty of persons with us to those gates of pearl,
For we know that Thou doth Love this World !
So Preachers preach and Teachers teach:
For there are many that if they were to die shall receive eternal pain...
For they were never told the message to God RUN !
Because there is a Heaven to gain and a Hell to SHUN !
(You never know it could be your family, friends or loved ones, if only we had
shared)
by William Tell - (based on Luke 16:19-31)
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Chronic Pain – The Beginning
You snuck into my life in the 1998th of May,
Everything about me wishes that you’d go away,
My whole being longs to feel good strong and well,
But for the last 18 years each day has nothing new to tell,
Chronic pain I hate you, chronic pain I hate you…
My story is I used to be athletic but that changed for me,
Playing sports of every kind enjoying being wild and free,
Your gifts to me were all new forms of aches, pains and fretting,
The simplest things became so hard to do plus deeply upsetting,
Chronic pain my rage, chronic pain my rage…
People see us walk and talk and think deep down this guy is fine,
They do not see the inward battle that is stealing all that was mine,
The real me is gone and he is not coming back for he has died,
Oh one truth is my heart is breaking and I just want to run and hide,
Chronic pain the robber, chronic pain the robber…
Those who have been fighting long now just put on a pleasant face,
Family, friends no longer stop by or care thinking we are a disgrace,
We simply do whatever our bodies will allow us to do each day,
Telling fibs to those who happen to ask us how are you anyway,
Chronic pain my enemy, chronic pain my enemy…
What will you do to me tomorrow trust me when I say I can wait,
Comfort sanity good things to think about to get me through this date,
God give me a silver bullet please restore me to my former self,
I’m tired of sitting on the sidelines watching my life from on a shelf,
Chronic pain please be gone, chronic pain please be gone…
Written by – William Arthur Tell
2Cor.12:10 – Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ’s sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.
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Dear God: I Can Never Thank-You Enough...
Life is Challenging for most Our Days,
We Focus only On our Struggles – Don’t We?
Well Today I Endeavour to Thank-you for Your Ways,
I Hope this will Inspire Others to Join Me !
Oh Give Thanks for the Gift of the Poetry Line,
The Invention of the Ball Point Pen to Create,
Abilities to Share these Heart-felt Thoughts of Mine,
Oh May these Thoughts in my Fellow Man Stimulate.
Creation Alone is Enough for Us to Magnify your Fame,
Stars at Night in all Their Glory with Shapes to Delight,
Flowers I am Thankful for with Unique Beauty of which I cannot Name,
Mountains so High and Valleys so Low everything in Balance just Right.
How about my Vision the Ability to See Alone such a Wonder,
Or with Ears to Hear Rushing Water and Birds Singing,
My Nose to Smell ALL the Treats so Many Kitchens have to Ponder,
Easter Christmas Thanksgiving to Name a Few Good Tidings Bringing.
How do you Write and Finish a Poem of Thankfulness at All ?
With a Mind so Simple Finite and Common Such as Mine…
The Answer is We Don’t this is a Beginning to an Eternal Wall,
Oh God I am So Sorry that I Rarely Ever Give You Time !
Written by William Arthur Tell
Lu 6:35 But love ye your enemies, and do good, and lend, hoping for nothing again; and
your reward shall be great, and ye shall be the children of the Highest: for he is kind unto
the unthankful and to the evil.
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Cash you right now are an amazing little bundle of joy,
It’ll take you a few years to understand this Christmas thing,
While young Christmas to you will mean receiving a special toy,
Hopefully you will hear carols about me that others will gladly sing.
As you begin to grow, learn and see things for yourself,
I’m still here waiting, watching desiring you to learn of me,
You are sure to hear about Santa and his many little elves,
Hello again I have not left, always an angel taking care of thee.
By now you have realized humans are not perfect that is true,
Christmas’s have come and gone you still walk in the night,
Moms, Dads, Uncles, Aunts, Grandmas and Grandpas too,
Cash I’m calling, open your heart, so I can make things right.
Who am I, you ask at last and from where did I come ?
Let’s begin again in a place far away, peaceful and still,
A place known as Bethlehem and Heaven’s where I’m from,
I’m Jesus the baby who would eventually die on Calvary’s hill.
So you now are made whole, complete from sin truly free,
The day will come when children you have a Christmas story to tell,
Just as your Dad prayerfully spoke to you sharing you with me,
For Christmas was given to increase Heaven not the place called Hell.
by William Arthur Tell
And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. (Luke 2:8-20)
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Agape Love is first to our Lord above all things,
Colour of love would be red like an apple of desire,
Which gives off power passion and pulls heart strings,
It’s like a race that never ends and the warmth of a fire.
Second is Joy, which can be unspeakable without end,
Blue in colour like the so named “Berry” on grass and rock,
Time of refreshing reviving renewal with just the right blend,
Like being swept away by a drink not tasted or in your stock.
Thirdly experience Peace a virtue which by many is sought,
The colour being silver which all on its own doth attract,
A purity calmness feeling that passeth all understanding,
Sweet music beautiful nature scenes like light when refract.
Fourthly discover Longsuffering not liked usually one little bit,
Dismal grey like an overcast day is its texture in colour,
Like a prickly pear, which does not entice till you have tried it,
The widow’s oil which was about to run out but kept its fervour.
In fifth place is Gentleness not commonly scene in our sects,
White is its colour code unmarked clean not spotted in any way,
Like cotton wool and silk moving the feeler in many aspects,
Imagine the best bed pillow sleep you had until till the next day.
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Holy be ?
You desire this of me…
Is this possible am I able ?
Consecration, dedication towards the goal !
Ultimate sanctification for any soul…
Purity, virtue and piety…
Just some names of a few,
Made brand new.
Written by: William Arthur Tell
1Pe 1:16 Because it is written, Be ye holy; for I am holy.
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Solemnly sixth is Goodness known by few who with God do share,
Costly fine and desired is its colour that being of gold so weighty,
Despite its heaviness it has a softness not usual and very rare,
It’s like a treasure hunt for “X” marks the spot and “aye” me matey.
Forever in place seven is Faith, which doth please the Almighty,
Its sweetness and colour is moving like the milk chocolate brown,
Many fruit were made better by its topping making things just righty,
Building blocks like earth wood and ores fitly framed very strong, sound.
Jesus had eight, which is Meekness like the rest in Mastery,
With a flavour and savour of none other like that of a grape in green,
Like an artist with his painting giving place style meaning to tapestry,
Being apart of something special unique supernatural in scheme.
Last but never least is Temperance having balance being complete,
Whose colour is that of bronze impressive like an armour of brass?
This our Heavenly Father’s plan from the beginning perfect and neat,
As a grandfather’s clock pendulum swinging truly free behind the glass.
I hope this has helped you in any way it can for the Ministry and Church,
If people saw our colours what would they be yellow purple or even black,
Remember your needs and the nice people, who never left you in the lurch,
For the day will come when all an account shall give and facts our facts.
by William Tell
Gal. 5:22,23 - But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering,
gentleness, goodness, faith,
Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.
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Someday at any time I could be gone…
When it happens don’t you dare be sad?
I am saved and living in God’s great beyond,
Enjoying the best times that I’ve ever had.
Now I hope to be caught up into the cloud,
However God’s timing and planning are right,
To be adjoined with all the redeemed crowd,
So take up the mantle and against satan fight.
The battle will not be over till the devil’s in hell,
If you are not born again I’d encourage you to be,
Be a watchman till Jesus makes all things well,
So your soul too can be made eternally free.
Remember my wife, sons, daughters, whom I love,
The rest of my family, friends, all of those who care,
Outside of grace you were my treasure from above,
Life was wonderful, I am so glad we got to share.
Now as I bring this poem of eulogy to a close,
All my sufferings are over with pains all gone,
It’s okay to cry over my death but a party I propose,
For on satan I have the last laugh my journey’s done.
Pr 27:1 - Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may
bring forth.
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I can't imagine what goes through a girls mind,
As she lives grows and encounters the blues,
Looking for prince charming in the nick of time,
To carry her off on a journey that begins with two.
Most guys I know tremble at the thoughts of getting married,
They run hide say not for sale and crack other jokes for fun,
Guys think ball chain hang us now or let me be buried,
However with smitten heart they come with eyes fixed on one.
The day comes which the two have planned at last,
It seemed like forever this moment to arrive,
Hand in hand giving rings and vows shall they cast,
The Lord over them teaching them how to thrive.
Next stop vacation fun and the honey moon suite,
Then lessons of how to live together and pet peeves will spawn,
Moving on in their future we hear the pitter patter of little feet,
A home the lady will keep tidy while the man cuts the lawn.
Years will pass by and changes shall take place,
Children now grown and ready to leave the nest,
But the two remain in tact thankful for each other and new space,
Knowing it was God who helped them excel and pass each test.
Hebrews 13:4a - "Marriage is honourable in all,..."
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Merry Christmas, oops Season’s Greetings I can say,
Is there any sanity left in this world of darkness and pain,
Where’s the peace joy happiness and sound of blissful play,
Explain to me how with “political correctness” we stand to gain?
O Christmas tree, there I go again it’s my Holiday Tree,
If you did this with another subject they’d call you silly or worse,
I am no longer sure what to celebrate might as well Glorify Me,
Gifts Commercialism Partying take more money from our Purse?
Dashing through the snow, not with Global Warming today,
Oh don’t forget to take a Flu Shot with mercury every year,
Who goes caroling anymore soon that will be put a bay,
How truly good is it for us and why do they instill with fear.
So call me a Fanatic, say that I am a Bigot and Unjust,
Mock Christianity call it a myth of organized fantasy and dreams,
Over what? Goodness kindness purity and faith these things are a must,
Relentless crying there is no God society ripping wrenching at the seems.
Whose Children will say Enough is Enough, Peace please be Still,
Do we care, will we listen or continue down this path of dangers,
We have wallowed in our SIN long enough it is time for Jesus’s will,
Christmas is about Goodwill to Family Friends Enemies even Strangers.
Written by William Tell
Luke 2:14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
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