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O, God of mercy and The Word, Be merciful to me. Who keeps Your eye on each small bird, I pray watch over me. O, God of healing and of pow'r, Send balm to soothe my pain. Who puts perfume in ev'ry flow'r, Renew my strength again.
May be sung to the tune AMAZING GRACE or AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL. CMD (common meter doubled)

Copyright © Anita Harris | Year Posted 2017

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One self

Copyright © Amy Rose | Year Posted 2013

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I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever} 
to enrich God within us 
to an optimum level 
so that We as Humans 
can be guided by God 
to fuel out brothers and sisters 
with the same driving force 
to connect with the living God, 
to His existence and 
to See the Invisible, 
Believe the Incredible, and 
to Receive the Impossible 
to our everlasting journey 
to Heaven.

Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013

Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD | Year Posted 2013

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Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

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Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
I've owned the power of 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
Created in the image of a 
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
the universe will correspond 
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

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Where The Next Dollar Will Come From

I'm worried where the next dollar will come from.
Will she ever arrive?
Will she ever show up?
But why am I worrying?
Stop it!
It's all in God's Great Hands!
It's all under God's control!
It's all within His plans!
It's all His
And He will provide
Because He is our Father!
He loves us!
It's all His!
Trust Him!
I know it's difficult;
He will not lead you wrong.
He knows where you need to go.
He knows what you need to endure.
It's all His plan.
It's all in His Hands!
Lay down your life;
Give the control.
He is in control!
Thank You Father!
Trust Him!
It will all be okay!
Trust Him!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
Thank You Holy Spirit!
I love You always!
I trust You always!
I trust You!
I trust You!
Yes, yes I do!
I trust You!
I love You!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

A Journey into Healing

I woke up everyday
Gone to church daily

I promised to do everything
To experience complete healing

Until one night a strange dream came
I vomitted all what was inside me

My blood dripped until its last drop
Astonished while asleep

My life has changed until then
A whole person came out of pen.

Copyright © marvin celestial | Year Posted 2015

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Nights in black and white,
My mind keeps drifting from side to side.

Wondering about the voice I heard at night,
Is it an angel or God?

"Be patient," The voice said,
I heard it so clear, strange to say the least.

The voice whispered in my own ear,
It made me scared, and it made me fear.

Fear from God who heard my cry,
Begging for mercy, to save a child.

Praying to all angels to keep her safe
The mother of my children, and my soulmate.

This is a sign for me to know,
That God is up there, and I am not alone.

I did get angry for the suffering you caused,
Left without mercy this innocent soul.

She's confused she said.
"why me"? "What have I done,
To deserve such pain"?
"Or is it my luck or my fate"?
She was punished for no real crime?
My soulmate, the one I love.

I’ll keep my faith every time I'm down,
With my forehead touching the ground.

Copyright © ali hammoud | Year Posted 2013

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Luke The Drifter

Is he here?
Can it be?
Straight from Nashville, Tennessee
Luke the Drifter 
or a mortal shape shifter.
Hank come here
is it really you?
your tearful words helped me through.
Did really write all those songs
about Miss Audrey and the man who done her wrong?
You smell like beer
and your trail leaves behind a single tear.
You look grim and reek of fear.
Your skinny face leaves a trace
of weakness.

I suddenly woke up!

Dedicated To Hank Williams

Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2016

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Majestic leaves, trees, and flowers surrounding
Each deep breath feels empowering
Daoism adheres to “all is one” and “one is all”
Instantly… all chalkboard writing vanishes, nothing else befalls
The road to the energy center unveils
Air flows through the lungs, everything else pales
Time itself seems to slow to a halt
Instinct dominates the other senses in a sudden assault
Opening a gateway to a serene dimension
Nourishing the soul, meditation stretches the tension


Copyright © Michael Mitchell | Year Posted 2013

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Mother Mary

Over your head is a shining light,
Oh mother Mary what a blissful sight.

You came to the world to bless us all,
You brought a son to save the world.

You appear to the sick to give them hope,
To bless them and comfort their soul.

So gentle mother Mary, please bless me
And my family in this life’s journey.

A journey of hope that the ever lasting place
Is a better place for us all.

Please mother Mary help the sick,
Heal them with your blessings this is my wish.

I kiss the ground where you walked,
The land of the Cedars that stood so tall.

You are there in every place, and
On our hearts we engraved your face. 

Copyright © ali hammoud | Year Posted 2013

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Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!

Copyright © Amy Rose | Year Posted 2013

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Cancer Basher Psalm for Leah Still

O LORD for great pain
     Cruel suffering caused
     Fierce threat they present
Slash each cancer mass
     Leah's body from
Let not one escape
     Please do not relent

Toxic chemo drugs
     Poison tumor thugs
     Poison tumor thugs
Body's soldier cells
     Target and destroy
     Traitor cancer cells

May her capillaries'
     Life-nourishing blood
     From them be withheld
All to waste away
     Starving each to death

Hot radiation fire
     To ash blast them all
     To ash blast them all
Each one sterilize
     Not to multiply

Vicious malignancies
     Banish far to Hell
Down deep them exile
     To bottomless pit
Drag them captive all
     To lake of fire burn

Opposite set guards
     Against all of them
     To never escape
To never escape
     Or wreak harm again

Nurses and doctors
     And medical staff
     Who for Leah care
Grant marvelous skill
     O LORD we pray you

Wisdom bless research
     This plague to destroy
Ever slay our foe
     It totally smash
     Nevermore to hurt

LORD grant divine peace
     All understanding past
Leah and Devon
     Your mercy await

Cancer Basher Psalm for Leah Still by Ralph Dave Westfall is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 4.0
Note: OK to replace names with others who have cancer or their family members, if those changes are indicated

Copyright © Ralph Westfall | Year Posted 2014

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Are we awake or are we still sleeping?
Blind to the hurt, and deaf to the weeping.
Ashamed of religion and supportive of the new,
Aware of the lies and hidden from what’s true. 

Worship the evil and turn away the pure,
Developing disease with an unknown cure.
Starving the poor and overfeeding the wealthy.
Killing the sick and drugging the healthy. 

Going to war for some kind of power,
Building tall structures over all types of flower.
Cutting the trees and polluting the air,
All out of greed, with no sort of care. 

Turning us against our own, 
And help from up above.
Making us beings of hate,
Instead of ones of love. 

Demonizing the mystic,
Criticizing the wise.
Making our own family members,
Into people that we despise.

Awaken to the torment, 
Be aware of all the pain. 
Those who are misleading,
And claiming that we are insane.

Copyright © Alyssa Waters | Year Posted 2013

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The Line Between

O God, the pangs are crushing body, soul
And spirit—working deaths where sunlight fades— 
My arms are trunks of pain and taking toll, 
While tortures, stings, and sickness hauntly raids
To close the Gates of Hell to shut me in,
And heaven bows to greet while Hades seeks
To send The Reaper with his failing grin.
And illness ruins lives while havoc wreaks
The squalored throes of daily living on—
While body wastes away and breath remains
To sing your dirge while I still carry on…
Like trampling cattle trodding broken frame,
I live between the sunshine and the grave—
Like flowers cut and dying in the vase

Copyright © J.R. Dawson | Year Posted 2013

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I was dead and buried,
a corpse rotting in soil.
No sunshine reached me,
my flesh falling away, hollowed.

But I am alive now,
green and bursting forth.
So much has been lost,
while I slept in the ground,
but now I am here again,
ready for each new day.

Copyright © Karlin K. Jensen | Year Posted 2013

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Confused Written: by Tom Wright 7/22/2017 Recently, I experienced Sudden Cardiac Arrest, Doctors said any hope of my living looked grim. But to the power of prayer I can readily attest, And prayer warriors had placed all faith in Him. On the first day of January I was clinically dead, And seven times defibulator paddles hit my chest. Four days after surgery I lay comatose in bed, A multitude of problems were being addressed. Doctors and nurses could see my life slipping, Most of my organs had now ceased to function. My life was hanging on sixteen bags dripping, But God had control of my body’s dysfunction. From above, toward me, music was directed, Six songs played simultaneous that I could discern. By others, this music, could not be detected, And the simplest things I began to relearn. My living, Doctors said was beyond explaining, Why I was so deathlike and misunderstood. But God still has a purpose, for my remaining, A role beyond my ability, used for His good; God has all power over life and the grave, And at this moment I’m wrapped in His love. He won’t allow Satan, my life, to enslave, But keep me from things I’m uncharacteristic of. Around the Hospital they called me Miracle Man, The Protected One And a fighter.

Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2017

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The Beads

                     The Beads

There once was a boy, who was six years old,
Loving his parents, doing as he was told.

Church on Sunday, Mom during the week,
Learning about God, playing hide and seek.

Once and a while, they would take a trip,
To their special place, where they would sit.

Father not going, wishing them well,
The boy loved his Mom, he could tell.

Watching his Mom, the boy could see,
That she always carried, her rosary beads.

"Why do you carry those, all of the time?"
"So God will take me, when I die."

Not knowing about this, he decided to ask,
His father and friends, each up for the task.

"Be a good person" they all would say,
"Forget the beads. Continue to prey."

While loving his Mom, her words were golden,
He happened to notice, that she was slowing.

He said "Are you ok?", hugging her tight,
Kissing his cheek, she said "Goodnight."

Over the next few days, Mom lay in bed,
Door cracked open, resting her head.

As he sat near the door, adults came and went,
Hearing the "C" word, knowing what it meant.

"Not my Mom, not so soon,
There must be something, I can do."

She had said "God will take me, with my beads,"
He thought "If I take them, she can't leave."

Later that night, when his dad was in bed,
He snuck into her room and lowered his head.

"I'm sorry Mom, for taking your beads,
Back to me, your path will lead."

So the boy took the beads, and got into bed,
Dreams of Mom's love, filling his head.

When he awoke, he ran down the hall,
Her door was open, and that was all.

Her bed was cold, all made nice and tight,
She's probably downstairs, such a wonderful sight.

She wasn't downstairs, or anywhere else,
Just his father, not himself.

"Come here my son, your Mom has gone,
God has taken her, to be as one."

"She can't be gone, I have the beads,
God can't take her, without these."

He held out his hand and showed him the beads,
Tears in his eyes, just wanting to leave.

"God my son, doesn't need these beads,
Just like I told you, now let us grieve."

The boy threw them down and ran out the door,
Faster and faster, until he had no more.

He walked and walked, at a very sad pace,
Until he reached, their special place.

While he was gone, his mom laid to rest,
The dad was strong, trying his best.

He buried his wife, with a token of love,
A cross made of gold, to help rise above.

When he was through, he began his search,
Many friends to help, all they were worth.

The boy found their place, wanting to try,
To bring back his Mom, from the sky.

After hours of trying, he said "God I know,"
But right just then, appeared a glow.

A glow on his face, so warm and mild,
All he could do, was cry and smile.

His father now knew, where he should look,
Over the hills and past the brook.

Through the woods and past the creek,
To the place, the two shall meet.

He never went, when she was alive,
Wishing now, that he would die.

When they arrived, he found his son there,
Dancing around, without a care.

He said 'Son, are you ok? I've missed you so,"
"Dad I am well, I've seen the glow!"

He said "Mom was here, everything's fine,
She said she'll be here, all of the time."

He humored his son and said "Boy I love you,"
Now go with these folks, they love you too."

As the son walked away, he began to smile,
He said "Close your eyes dad and stay for awhile."

He did just that, standing all alone,
And right just then, appeared a glow.

So warm and mild, he could hardly stand,
For a cross made of gold, now laid in his hand.

Over the next few months, they would make the trip,
To this place, and here they would sit.

Eventually building a house, for them to live,
Two men, a cross and love to give.

Now and then, the glow would come,
Checking in, to have some fun.

Making sure, her men would see,
How important it was, to carry their beads.

Copyright © Todd Gencarella | Year Posted 2017