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Copyright © Gaurav Sharma | Year Posted 2015

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Heaven Knows

              “Heaven Knows”
  Heaven hears the joy and knows the sound of pain.
  Heaven gives its recompense and sends it down in rain.
  The sky obeys this notion and holds the clouds in its sphere.
  Swimming in the air, the clouds stir and waver from pier to pier.
  Heaven hears our prayers and keep them in jars as light.
  When gathered up they are placed in the sky and shines as stars at night.
  Knowing this the moon in gratitude obeys and takes a stand
  by giving all its shine to the dark so to share in this glorious band.
  Heaven knows our sorrows and holds them deep in the earth.
  Until soften enough to take place in the earth's yearly rebirth.
  Knowing this Mother Nature burst into attention each spring
  Reminding us of God's promises while housing the birds that sing.
  Heaven knows the kind of suffering that lives in the world.
  Heaven forms a weapon of innocence in every little boy and girl.
  Knowing this the authority of God is placed on us all.
  Giving shelter to the spirit so as not to crack or fall.

                                              Debra Ann Harris

Copyright © Debra Harris | Year Posted 2015

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Nothing Really Matters

when rob stepped out of the courthouse,with charges for posession
he thought "it could be worse,it could have been for weapons"
and then he thought..."nothing really matters anyway"
when liz stepped of of the rehab,with a new outlook on life
she felt all those same feelings of hurt, pain, and strife
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when luke picked up his young son from daycare,and knew he had an hour
he thought back to the time he WOULD have stopped to grab his now EX-wife some flowers
and then he thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when lisa lifted up her body with nothing but her arms,and looked down at her legs
she wondered why the heck they were even THERE anyway..what for?
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
all four people that same night,all in their own homes
picked up a remote,turned on the news and watched it come to blows
one man had done 25 years in jail,for something he had not really done
one woman lost the battle to addiction,one she thought she'd already won
one boy got hit by a car on his bike,he just only 5 his parents,divorced
one man lost his arms and legs while over fighting the war
four different people,four different lives,four different struggles,all about to cry
four different souls,four different heart,four different minds,all to have a fresh start
why does it take a reality check to pull us into gear?
why is it that reality sometimes must be our greatest fear?
the next time you think you're the only one who hurts and has plight
the next time you feel you're all alone,the only one who cries at night
try and remember,try not to forget,that you are never alone
whether you're telling your mom and dad your gay to the face or over the phone
whether your wife divorced you,your husband's a dog,or your kids have NO respect
you are human,deserve more,and you're not alone,cause' there is someone right next....
to you!!! nothing really matters. until you realize...nothing really matters.

Copyright © Brittany Carroll | Year Posted 2012

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What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose by any other name, would still smell as sweet.
When life is like a roller coaster in a maze.
Competition here and there,
When really, all we need is care.
A preconceived idea of what it all meant,
Sisypheanial love for more wealth,
Whereas, all it does is eat away our health.
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.
Fearing all and what we don’t know.
I don’t know, 
But I just can’t change.
The times we become so numb to what we’re saying.
Ain’t we meant to speak the same language daily?
Nah, it’s an era founded from oppression.
A world rooted in hate, yet we all ignore this,
The same hate that caused wars from religion,
Even gender to skin colour,
Not to talk of ethnicity too.
And then we talk about freedom.
What is really free?
A world where we pay for even our breath,
A free gift of nature to man,
Remember the bill for water?
Its human right for everyone.
Really, who is fooling who?
On Sabbath, I was taught something else,
And when you preach hate, those words ain’t anointed.
And then I sit still and remember eternity.
When else is more comfortable remaining voiceless.
No freedom till we are all equal,
We preach progress with the veil over our eyes
We turn our back on the cause.
Till the day we can be united by love and not by law,
That day, we have changed “US”
Whatever God you believe in, 
The fact remains, we come from the same one.
I’m crying no more,
Cause one day, we’ll all be gone.

Copyright © Mubarak Adeola | Year Posted 2014

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Dear Father Son And Holy Spirit

Dear Father Holy Spirit and Son

You turned what could have been a tragedy into a special day of fun
You got me off the interstate before my tire came off
And turned things into a miracle instead of being rough
First you sent 3 angels to protect me and watch over me until help arrived
They suggested i call the police to keep my truck from being hit and to help me survive
I said oh ok and did what they had said
But when the police got there i turned my head
The angels said they would stay until help came
And when it did they disappeared i just wasn't the same
I realized it was angels and you that had saved my terrible day
You took what could have been very bad and made me happy not sad
In a miracle way you turned sad into glad
When the policeman said it would cost 125 dollars to be towed 100 feet
I was disappointed and almost stomped my feet
But when the tow truck driver came i said how much will it be
He said 125 dollars and i said i don’t have it you see
Then the officer called him into a corner to discuss
And the tow truck driver came back and said ok i will do it with no fuss
He went ahead and towed me to a safer area not far away
And because of these 2 miracles father you made what was terrible into a great day
I eventually got towed to firestone to get my truck fixed fairly fast
And now i have my truck back and pray it will always last
So thank you father for showing me your care and your love 
And thank you for sending the heavenly angels from above

Written by michael james kolter

Copyright © MICHAEL KOLTER | Year Posted 2015

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My Alphabet for God


Xnty is the abbv. for Christianity. and Zion is another name for Heaven.

Copyright © Terry L. Allen | Year Posted 2012

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Absolutely Beatific Christian Dreams —that's what visions are—

Copyright © Alvin Thomas Ethington | Year Posted 2011

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Guide my Ride

A little Prayer that I wrote.

Guide my Ride.

Dear Almighty in Heaven above 
Please place your Hands on my 
Shoulders and hold on to them 

Please keep the Sanity in my Mind , 
Guide my Ride, and prevent me from 
Driving faster then my Angel can Fly,

And for Our fallen Angels who Ride in 
the Sky, may You keep Guiding their 
Rides in to Your Light away from the 
Evil that leads to the Dark Side.


By : Shawn Muñoz

Copyright © Shawn Munoz | Year Posted 2013

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(A refuge of Lies) Some men claim, to their own shame, to know the American Constitution. Then, oddly prefer, and wicked Judges concur, in the innocent babies exclusion. Yet, our inalienable right; the first one in sight, is to life, that God has rendered. Liberty, then happiness follow in process: deny the first, and all are tendered. Some men, of late, divide Church and State, while religious humanism gains inclusion. I fail to see, for the life of me, how they can reach this conclusion. The Constitutional intent was totally meant, as a curb on Federal power taking. And, lest we forget, all other power yet, was reserved for states and people's making. The pact don't mandate separation of Church and state: that was culled from Jefferson's private letter. So, don't claim, as some, that it came from, the Constitution, - for we know better. Pride - the father of sin, bade this evil come in, and twisted the truth into a lie. I pray God awaken some for the battle to come; that America's promise will not die. Forgive this wicked sin, bid us to come in, to a most Holy reformation. Lord, let us see thy work in that decree, and turn us from national ruination. See Constitution, Declaration of Independence,and Bill of Rights. Lionel

Copyright © Lionel Ledbetter | Year Posted 2011

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your heart is avowed by nostalgic pigeons 
pigeons that you did away with stones


Copyright © shabnam shirvani | Year Posted 2014

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A pauper's tale

You glance down upon my desolate soul......
Entrapped within your eyes the silent glitter of the universe.
Your beautiful hair is enlightened by the sunlit waves of the Ganges.....
Let me kneel beneath the ends of this earth and with my tears cleanse your feet, my Goddess, the embodiment of love.
My offerings at heart are traumatized by the eternal wave of arrows, my fate.......
You have blessed this world with sweet music, your enchanting voice......
Yet drowns my joy, this immutable rhythm of endless cries.
You have subjected me, a lonely flower, amidst this realm of thorns......
my roots cannot compete any longer, my soul is being ebbed of what joy remains.

“Speak to me my Lord, tell me what I have done wrong!”

The gentle agitations of a cocoon, disrupt my train of thought....
She slowly struggles her way out with what strength she has, this beautiful butterfly...
Oh how sweet is this symbol of freedom gracefully flapping its wings.
I see my Lord, I see everything now.......
Only through suffering can one reach salvation.........
With this thought engraved, I shall prolong my love for you, forever and ever....


Copyright © Mayoor Sunilkumar | Year Posted 2011

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Midnight Skies

Midnight Cries In midnight skies the cries of love drift off to sleep in endless love. For he who heard them. Sent them hope, that God created a world for them. For us to see and bare good times. For no more hurt and devishlish crimes. For the earth which once was good. Is soured and torn. There are no morals or dreams no more. Or hope of good things when suffering soars. For they are crushed by his vast sword. For he who has the greater sin. He has carried and been burdened with. He has been forgotten. In times like these. Because people hearts bleed with disease. For they have burdened him with more sin. They have forgotten the pain he is in. For he so carried his cross with pride. A younge man who was destined to die. No matter what the world does think. This man did live before we did. We have lost our way in darkened times. Like lost sheep we have roamed, away from him. If youd only listen and help to carry his cross. Take the blame for things done past. Change our ways for hope to last. We wont do that out of pride. When he is denied. I feel for him. I pick his cross up and help him off the ground. For he is my brother. Who I have found. He has carried that cross. No man deserved his life in such a lose. Tormented and torturded to no extent. He didnt look like a mere man in the end. He coutinued to stand even after he fell. Showing me the strength of Heaven and hell. For a man so strong, so bold and kind. Showed me what we can do as man kind. He gave his life for everyone who reads this. For those who can not see. Do not be blind Find this man, for he needs you. He gave his life to save you. With your help, you raise his cross. You heal that burden of love. That has been lost. Ease his pain and find your way. For Heaven is a start and hell is a step away.

Copyright © tonya priest | Year Posted 2012

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wonders about my colour BLACK

I don't know if I should love you or hate you
As innocent as I was you just had to label me
You took my love and replaced it with lust 
You made me lie
You thought me hate 
Most of all you made me hate the color black
You made me hate my Afro
You exploited my curves, my butt and my boobs
Yet I didn't understand why because when I looked at 
myself I saw an hour-glass with a pot-belly, curves, thick 
lips, with a heart that is so tough and long like the grate 
wall of china
Who's mind never shut like the busy streets of New York
Who has scars like the African mountains and valleys
Who has cries like winter rain 
With no voice like a whale crying for its child
You left me lost wondering, abandoned if I'm still human...

Copyright © Asiphe Tomeli | Year Posted 2013

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Evil scourge of the earth so full of waste,
plotter of mankind's fast downward pace.
Breaker of peace and stiffler of song,
with wicked power and purpose upon,
the action of men in opposing always,
God's Holy word with shadows of grey.
Tempter of hearts, making men move;
in ways of hate to shed innocent blood.
Your hostile world in opposition to truth,
wreaks ruin and misery with little reproof.
Destruction of mankind is your design,
without relief or recourse to find.
The father of lies, you lustfully move,
denying the truth, falsehood to prove.
Taking advantage with all evil means,
Winning the battle without effort, it seems.
Sin, as a virtue, you proudly proclaim,
with beauty and pleasure and promise of fame.
With multitudes in your will, you conspire,
to consign, even God's people to the fire.
Seducing millions in false religion's glow,
with deceit, corruption, and murder in tow.
Oh, evil personified, how far from God,
do you so slyly wield your harsh rod.
Disguising yourself as an angel of light,
bringing confusion with all of your might.
Make haste, lay waste, as is your want to do,
God has prepared a proper place for you.

Prov.8:36 "those that hate me, love death."


Copyright © Lionel Ledbetter | Year Posted 2011

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Resurrection Changes Things

What once required the sacrifice,
That bloody gift of death and gore,
Of animal life to pay for sin
Is left behind and is no more.
Resurrection changes things. 

Jesus Christ obeyed the Father,
Sacrificed Himself on the cross,
Evened up those holy books
That list our profit and our loss.
Resurrection changes things. 

Where once we followed our understanding
And made our own decisions,
Now belonging to Jesus Christ
Our life is one of holy revisions.
Resurrection changes things. 

When we're united with Jesus Christ
We're a new creature in the Son;
Our old way of life hangs dead on the cross
And life everlasting is now begun!
Resurrection changes things. 

No prison doors can hold our soul.
Christ sets our spirit free
And fills our life with love and hope
That rings our world in victory.
Resurrection changes things. 

So tell someone in the pain of their life
Of the freedom Jesus brings,
That sets us apart from sin and death;
How the soul that's set free sings!
Tell them:  Resurrection changes things. 

by E. Marshall Evans

Copyright © Ed Evans | Year Posted 2014

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(Argument for the Biblical Account of Creation.) I don't see why some people try, without reason, to reach a conclusion. They must haveconceived an end to be achieved, through pre-supposition already chosen. They accentuate the positive, ignore the negative, and, apparently, find comfort in illusion; to prove a connection they've already reckoned will fit their pre-supposed delusion. Yet, steadfast is truth, we find from our youth, in solving the age old mysteries; by following the evidence through reasoned inquest of science, and accurate histories. True science has shown aging to be known affected by the rays of the sun. Bible history attests longevity was best Before Noah's Ark made its run. We see man's age decline right in line with the canopy deluge postulation. Now, we can't see how fitting this must be from the onset of creation. The Bible also lists, a pre-flood morning mist rising to water the earth each day.. Would this not lead to the conclusion indeed of a water vapor canopy in play? Then, the canopy fell as rain, quite well, all the habitable land to cover: "the deep" broke up making the oceans a cup; can we logically conclude any other? Urchins of the sea have been found to be upon the highest of mountains. Wouldn't this tend to show proof of a flood flow, and its ebb into the fountains? Don't ever pre-suppose a rose, a rose, if it looks some what a carnation. If you do, I must firmly assure you, You will earn reason's indignation. Reason can surely be a help for you and me, if not corrupted by pre-supposition. Think it all through, ignoring the Bible won't do You'll be found in an untenable condition. Lionel

Copyright © Lionel Ledbetter | Year Posted 2011

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Modern God's creation

And before coming down even faceless,
God hails in jive knowing lots much,
not only picking quickly raw stardust,
to utter violent words: “Xmas, Yule, zzZZZ”.
Men naïvely outgrow Patriarch’s quotation.

Copyright © Manoel Neto | Year Posted 2011

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A step to the Blue Mountain,
Where airy whimsical winds singing,
Flowing love counting no certain,
That's the joy warmth You're bringing.

A step to the Blue Mountain,
Challenging as crossing the Jordan River,
Life's path is not as smooth as fountain,
Bare our foots and hearts to walk deeper.

A step to the Blue Mountain,
This lost sheep needs You're guiding,
Surrender souls and strong submitting,
Learning and correcting weakness dying.

A step to the Blue Mountain,
A thousand miles yet to be discover,
I give thanks to the One Creation,
That He never forsaken me forever.

Copyright © Melanie Tan | Year Posted 2012

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The Mask

Why do a lot of people hide behind mask
  Because if you see the real them you are bound to ask,

How come you keep this part of your life hidden
  They know in Gods eyes some of their actions are forbidden,

It is like these people have a split personality
   They are proud of who they are when you ask their identity,

But, when it comes to a important matter they will not show this side
   Then after the matter has ended they relax and let it ride,

There is fools who don't except reality born everyday
    Especially the ones whom act like they are christian and say they to pray.

Written By: Unique Poetry........2007 

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

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The Letter S

I can use the letter s with so many s words, 
I am the seventh sign supreme soldier from the reservation suburbs, 
I fly like seagull in the open ocean sky supreme like an serpant eagle eating birds,
 I am so solid Im siked and sipped up from the sizzy sizzurp, 
I stagger until I swerve swiftly as snake in the souless society lost curbs, 
life so crooked it stained with soaked blood life around death curves, 
I cant believe so many lost soveriegn souls *****on they own siblings as the culture turns,
 I know I am sure of being sure of what I sought to learn, 
The brain with suicide can sometimes burn. 

Souless savage in society I be among little certain satans, lost in circles saying "7th Sign Empire Engraving"like my own still souls of savage culture on certain colors discriminating,
 But whats even worse is soul on souls hating, 
Society severed in broken circles still forsaken, 
Serpants searching society split in seven different groups of seven hundred seventy-two,
 Forsake my Se7en and I forsake thee seven times seven fold because truth be said Im souless to you,
 Se7enth Sign Supreme Solid Serene Soldier of of the sacred seven, 
I say I have always said society on my word S

Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012

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Kneel to the cross

Kneel at the cross
Eyes shaded from a tear
Sons and Daughters tossed
Lurking fear over famine
End times lost within doubted frost
Burned clovers from due time
Only select find the lost light
Un phased say all is fine
Count the clock for raptures sight
Bowing my heated head searching for an answer
All is coming from the one driven under
When the time comes, Golden roads await
While the unselected receive no pity
Anarchy reins over all city's
Black skies await on the next high
But sobering heat blocks the furnace
Scurry now, Gods wrath is never exhausted
Focus on the negative
Focus on the positive
All that's ever asked is why?
Liars and wires don't connect
There gambling, place your bet, roll the dice
Don't think twice
It all ends the same
Light or Dark

Copyright © Seth Shirey | Year Posted 2015

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Jesus Is the Key

Anybody bitter, can't download every feeling, grasping for help? 
Introduce yourself to Jesus.  He is the Key.  He is loving and merciful.  
Never overlook His power.  Quickly repent and be 
sincere.  Trust in his unchanging victorious way.  
Exalt Him and yearn for Zion.

Copyright © peggy caulfield | Year Posted 2012

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How fair is she, this lady, to see
in bright youthfulness regaled.
Impatient too, in tasting the brew
of love's sweet nectar unassailed.

Yet, unfolding strife in everyday life
brings betrayal to dis-appoint.
Turns her dream into a shabby thing -
a drama in eerie dis-joint.

Straight and strong the man has grown,
industrious, fast and free.
He stands at the helm, to conquer his realm -
to triumph in his destiny.

Then, breaks the dawn and a muffled moan,
contention and trouble in tow.
He never foresaw comic fate's fall -
the specter of failure to show.

We scheme and plan, but not of our hand
lay life's future deciding power,
to hold in line circumstance and time -
as God does in the appointed hour.
Daniel 4:35 "He (God) doeth his will in the army of
heaven and among the inhabitants of the earth
and none can stay his hand....."
John 16:33 "In the world ye shall have tribulation".

Copyright © Lionel Ledbetter | Year Posted 2011

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The Prince and the beggar


The Prince And The Beggar  

My friend
It must be done again
I beg of you
As you beg of me

Come on sir,
They all been deceived
They are all asleep
To what was promised to any he

And you will be
The new disease
It will infect everything

The word will circle round
As you are the new epiphany found
It will fester and spread
Swollen, bleeding red

Many will still not believe
They are too blind to see

It is all your fault
You have brought this all upon you

My friend
There is no doubt

And I do not need

Believe in the three keys
And Christ the king

He was not spitting lies
But I too will spit in your face
As there is no being denied

My kingdom to thee
To which the blind beggar see

Yo estoy todo pendejo
Comico comico

Copyright © Sir William | Year Posted 2016

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What is your psychology? Is this apart of our evolutionary biology? Don’t you see that this kind of thinking paves the way for pathology ? To kill with your sword in the name of the lord A good way to justify all those that have been ignored Don’t pay mind to the rest because you know this is the test Of gods theory and gods will and he shall not shut his eyes to the best Yea we heard the game but what’s in it besides the pain and the fame and the shame It’s time we reclaim our history and let our minds finally be free All the mysteries have unraveled you see It’s time to mix it up and add some her-story Because her- story isn’t centered around the killings and the beatings of innocent lives that be The destruction of mankind that we see Her-story revolves around mastering spirituality Of Plurality, mentality, and reality The goddess within and the goddess without pay homage to your surroundings You know what this is about, Revolutionaries will do it as nature does, take roots and sprout Look back and shout, get ready for a stake out because we are devout to the bone Takin it back to when women were treated as if they were on thrones Rest aside the implied pride, our cries have been far too long denied Please allow the sexes to coincide, you know it’s about time.

Copyright © Natalie Sohn | Year Posted 2015

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meri khowahesh hai youn jushan manaya  jae
meray MOLA ko bhe mahfil may bolaya jae

member e syed e ibraar hai khali keuun kar
yahann imam e zammana ko bethaya jae

mujh se MOLA tera kaseeda na parha jae ga
khhuld se mesam e tammar ko laya jae

hum na thay khum kay maidan may raab e akbar
ajj pher aysaa he maidan sajjaya jae

khowaheshen ajj meray del ke neekal janay do
jaam kosar ka mujhay ajj pelaya jae

jo samajhtay hain mohamad ko basher khud jesa
zinda un sabb ko dewaron may chunwaya jae

ek mahhal hum ko bhe sadka e ALI ho bahlool
pher ose khowaab may hum sab ko dekhaya jae

daffen pahloo may nabi kay nahi hotay mujreem
inn ko kabroon se nekalwa ke jalaaya jae

yeahe hasraat hai MOLA teray dewanoo ke
ajj hum ko tera dedaar karaya jae

haydari naaron se dahlia do yeah sari dunya
sonat e mursal e azaam ko dohraya jae

sontay hain aresh e moala pay sama jushan ka hai
kesi konay may sahe hum ko bethaya jae

MOLA hum sabb ke tamanaoun ko pora kar do
Aan kabay may tera jashaan manayaa ja


farhat zaidi

Copyright © farhat zaidi | Year Posted 2011

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Blood On Fire

Blood is like a tire 
You need it to live 
If it was like fire 
We would be able to thrive 

We should have life
To be a slave 
Especially when theres a knife
To be in a grave

If I was there to stop this hazy
I need to end these killers
I must be crazy 
To see on the corners so many dealers

So many parish
without a trace on that day
So many i cherish
It must be Gods way

Is there a way to live in peace
I will a place
Earth in one peice
With grace

Copyright © Austin Ohler | Year Posted 2011

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Is God righteous? He lets babies die.
Is He fair? He hears the hungry cry.
Evil men live lives of comfort and ease.
The good have many a reason to grieve.

Tyranny blossoms while freedom struggles;
Catastrophe comes to multiply troubles.
Strife and contention everywhere grow;
The reason for this – does anyone know?

The answers come through humble introspection.
God finds no pleasure in Man’s dereliction.
He displays his plan of a future resurrection,
Even explains the mystery of Satan’s infection.

Yet, Satan is God’s devil, temporarily to rule;
Just as the black cloth accentuates a jewel.
He’s made for God’s purpose – calamity to strew;
God’s greatness reveal, and forgiveness to show.

Nay – but Oh man, will to God you reply;
Why did you make me, if only to die?
Who is the clay to reply to God so:
Potter, Creator ? - he’s your owner, you know.

If life on earth is as the blink of an eye,
To life eternal – it’s foolish to reply.
God declares He is just, as His attributes cite,
And proves He’s unlimited in all of His might.

There must be good reason, His wrath to be shown,
And just as he promised, the good seed was sown.
Is He not worthy our worship to hold?
-As He gathers his own sheep to the fold.

Questioning God results of superstition.
Man is measured by his inward condition.
God is known only as he, himself reveals.
Revelation displays what superstition conceals.

Glory to God’s son seems the purpose indeed:
His love made manifest, as the prisoners go free.
The Creator creates what is pleasing to him.
It’s all of Holy Design, and nothing of whim.

John 15:13 Greater love hath no man, than he lay down his life for his friends.
Job 1:21 The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Rom 9:20 & 2 Shall the thing formed say unto him that formed it – why hast thou 
made me thus? Hath not the potter power over the clay?
Isa. 35:6 & 7 I am God, and there is none other: I form the light and create darkness; 
I make peace and create evil – I the Lord do all these things.
Matt.20:15 Is it not lawful for me to do what I will with mine own? Is thine eye evil 
because I am good? 

Copyright © Lionel Ledbetter | Year Posted 2011

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We found him

We found him!
Here we go,

is he lost?
or is he standing there,
Staying still

Who he be?
He stayed right there
He once was with me

An honor my friend

A will of gold
Mining deep

In a pit of disease
is he blind?
Will he see?

That died with me

We found him!
There he is,

Where did he go?

Copyright © Sir William | Year Posted 2016

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angel in white dress

there is a girl in white

i see her every night

she watches over me and protects me from stray

i even feel her presence all through the day 

there is a girl in white standing at my bed 

she just stands there with nothing said

i never get her name

where she stands every night is the same

i know in my heart has i know to be true you see 

God sent her down to watch over me 

thank you god for being by my side

i have nothing to fear, there fore i don't have to hide

good night girl with the white dress

your my angel and sent from God you are nothing less

Copyright © britney steed | Year Posted 2012