I rose up hard through the ranks,
Shining shineless shoes aglow.
Some just paid me with their thanks,
Plus just a penny a toe!
On my long way to the top,
I shined tears from eye to eye.
Because sometimes shoes would stop,
Alas, most shoes just went by!
So, I just scrimped and I slaved,
Put every penny away.
I knew every penny saved,
Would shine gold for me some day!
Had spit-polish dues to meet,
I sang the St. Louis Blues.
Saw more than a million feet,
And more than ten miles of shoes!
But every shoe that would stop,
Just one more penny to peck.
Till packs of pennies would drop,
And put gold around my neck!
All those precious pennies earned,
I fondly think on once more...
The golden rule's what I learned,
Now I own my own damn store!
Your love is the medicine
That healed my dying soul
From our first encounter
My broken heart felt whole
Your smile gave me a comfort
Taking away so many of my fears
When we shared our first embrace
I wanted it to last years
Your kiss removed the darkness
That I had been living in
The passion I saw in your eyes
Told me it's safe to love again
Before you came into my life
I'd given up on finding love
Then magically you appear
A precious gift from above
At death’s door we close our eyes on living.
Good we’ve done is our only claim to fame.
Lives we’ve helped to better through our giving,
are the heavenly fortitudes to name.
Questions asked regarding human treatment,
allow the soul to stand before their God.
Attesting acts of kindness were so frequent,
for just loving their brother wasn’t hard.
Yet, even in our passing hour we ponder,
Have I done anything of which I’m shame?
Fearful of approaching unknown yonder.
Are there enough good-deeds which I can claim?
Joys we brought others are our claims to fame.
“God, I left them smiling and not in pain.”
Holy
Eternal
Alluring
Venue
Everlasting
Natural
There are things I've done in my life
I don't believe can be washed away
No matter how much I repent
I will burn come my Judgment Day
I'm at the point of giving up on God
I feel he has given up on me
I used to pray to him every day
All unanswered as far as I can see
I know all that is in the Bible
And what each book has to say
Psalms 23 says Lord is my shepherd
Well I'm the lamb that went astray
I never felt at home in his flock
I guess my wool was too black
I left the path of righteousness
With no plans of ever going back
Maybe you can pray for me
My prayers got nothing in return
St Peter at those Pearly Gates
Can send me to Hell to burn
Riding in the plane
Above the clouds
So beautiful so powerful
Imagining about angels
Where they live everyday?
The white thick clouds melting
Ascend from heaven
It felts scary to think
When we fall from heaven
The tears of Goddess
The smile of angels
The presence of white horse
In the play ground of heaven
Amen
Charlie was a gift, lifting us to thoughts, making us think of all the stuff we want to know.
Charlie was light, making all of our thoughts feel his light, making us want to participate in his debate with life.
Charlie was a man of God, working day and night for all of God’s delight.
Charlie was a lover of family and worked to grow heaven’s army, shining light to all that would listen, he made a path for us to follow.
Charlie was called home, and I am sure God was standing at the door, waiting for the amazing Charlie to make heaven light up with joy.
Charlie we will miss you every day, we will work hard to spread all of your words.
Charlie your spirit for life, is spreading like the fire of God, just like the words God spoke to Moses from the burning bush.
Charlie we lift prayer for you and your family; we are all keeping you in our thoughts and hearts.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
What gorgeousness is Beauty most treasured,
that breathes life, air, and health into starving lungs,
so ecstasy that's beyond being measured,
make even angels rejoice and speak in tongues?
Nothing is more blissful than passion enjoyed;
and nothing's greater than love supernal,
which inspires joy when two hearts are alloyed,
in union of mind and soul eternal.
Love everlasting and preternatural,
and Beauty incomparable, divine,
transcendent, and utterly ethereal,
transform lovers that join, and intertwine.
To love is beauty, and beauty will not move:
what more could the world need now to know,
than heaven and earth were made from Beauty's love,
and grace, that sanctify with a sacred glow?
Mysteriousness and sacredness
Wished words, universes, wanted new lives
Serial lives, never-ending infinity of desire
I need this life, I want this life, in my heart
I want to do it, the mystery, and the real light
The only one, the living sacredness of life
Here is not a tale of the mysterious kind
In the human world, this is just a movie of the fantasy mind
This is the secret of life, just believe me, oh life
I know the truth. I know that. The fantasy is real life
We are just living in our minds. Collectively, this is sick blind
Yes. We are blind. Open your wings, and just fly, and fly
In the space, in the sky, and find your new life in heaven
Heaven is the true world, not just a religious desire
Jesus said, “In my Father’s house are many rooms.”
“This is the reality. All the words are true”, Satan said
Heavens. Universes. And Mysteriousness Sacredness is
The atmospheres of those planets
This is the reality
Everybody is a saint
If will arrive there
So sorry Charlie, that your gone, my heart tells me you are even stronger now, like the force of light you are shining bright in our heart and mind.
That you are now part of the bigger force of God, that moves all around like the sun and moon.
That your life was so well done, that God chose you to come home, he put his arms around you and said Well done Charlie.
Your life was so amazing, you inspired so many for God, you gave love and kindness to all.
We love and miss you so much, we are praying for all your loved ones.
I am remembering Jesus’s life and how short it was, yet today we remember him so well, like Jesus we will never forget you, we will honor all of your life’s works.
Many hated Jesus and killed him, but he lives on, making a path for all of us to follow home. Charlie you did the same, you light a path that is so bright all the world can see the light.
Death is not the end, as Jesus told us, it is only the beginning of our true life. Charlie you light a path for all the world, and today and forever we will hold all your words close to our heart.
Lifting Prayers to God, today and always.
Tenacious on occasion.
Orderly always.
Unspoiled by opinions of others.
Generous to a fault.
Honesty is his only policy.
Outperforms what is expected.
Longing for Heaven.
Decisiveness is a strong point.
Backbone shows in the face of adversity.
Ideas that solves problems he owns.
Receptive to the opinions of others.
Downhill is now his direction of flight.
“death approaches but we have no regret ~
when God questions us, we will stand erect”
When Death resolutely comes
With his deadly summons
Tarry not like a galley slave
But like a courteous host behave.
Do not waver and do not droop
As if you are to be hung on a loop
Never dread lying under the dust
Within the narrow vault thrust.
When God questions us, let us stand erect
Our life should be worthy that we won’t have any regret
Obey God’s command and place Him above all
Love your neighbour with all your heart and soul.
If so, when ousted out of terrestrial space
We will be enfolded into God’s embrace
Know, it is only when seeds rot
That fresh and florid lives sprout
When death comes and it’s time to go
Strut like an indomitable foe
With swinging hands and head held high
To be welcomed by angels of the sky.
There will be the music of clanging cymbals
And the rising rhythm of sounding bells
With all claim, into a kingdom, bright and cheerful
We shall enter, that is far radiant and blissful.
Where stray sheep lie
Hazy pastures in the misty morning grey,
With dreams like dew drops on each blade.
We graze upon the meadow on the dawning day, in plains we once forbade.
We shepard no one unto their slumber,
For we ourselves are lost.
And when us strays must go under, our souls must weigh the cost.
Good little lambs are counted against the stars, but not the ones who've gone astray.
We go where the stray sheep heal their scars, the hazy pasture in the misty morning grey.
Mikey, oh Mikey
you’re such a fake man
Your mouth full of marbles
and Trump’s dirty plan
You use your position
against all the poor
With lies and deceit
you pretend he’s the cure
A fake little Christian
invoking Christ’s name
Memorized words
you’re a fraud and a shame
You’re Donnie’s small boy
a con’s useful tool
A cheap wind-up doll
a disposable fool
There’s no place in Heaven
for liars and cheats
They all go to Hell
and become Devil treats
So stop all your lying
and outrageous claims
And prepare for eternity
burning in flames
I talked to you tonight
And even over the phone
You force it all to disappear
And it becomes us all alone
No other people or problems
Nothing but us exist then
Floating on a cloud with you
Earth feels as if its heaven
How is it you're able to do this
To me it's fully a mystery
There's nothing but your love
In life that can sustain me
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