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I do not know?
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Woman of God,
A Diamond is what you are,
Beautiful & special & sweet,
A diamond a person would strive for,
Built with the lord's armor,
A diamond is the hardest thing to break,
You are shielded and protected by God,
You are my diamond,
My diamond with much wisdom,
You may be a short statue,
But you are wealthy and rich,
In my heart and in the eyes of the lord,
This is simply your time,
Your time and honor,
You deserve.
You lived a wonderful life,
Guided us and teached us the right thing to do,
And I appreciate you,
My pastor, my beautiful grandmother,
And my honorable Diamond,
Prophetess E. J. Woodford!!
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Bio
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there are not enough words to tell you how much we truly care
that you've been our beloved Pastor for all these 23 years
you're a man of compassion who tenderly cares for his congregations
a mentor to the youth and you always promote education
a father of two wonderful daughters and a grandfather to a cute baby boy
a father-in-law to a good man and the husband to an angel who still gives you joy
we thank you Pastor Griffin for being a true disciple of Christ
we thank you for your wisdom, your counsel and your humble approach to life
just keep us in your prayers as we keep you in our hearts
for all there 23 years we celebrate you, a devoted man of God
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it was one score and one year ago that the Berean congregation did pray
that The Lord God would send a good undershepard their way
lo and behold their prayers were answered and a gift to them was given
an anointed man of God whose name is the Rev. Dr. Arlee Griffin
one score and one year ago he settled into his ministry
and it's been a perfect fit, a glorious matrimony
he is passionate in his praise and dynamic as a preacher
sagacious in spreading the Gospel and distinguished as a teacher
the wisdom of God is what he imparts
and it's no surprise we hold him in our hearts
one score and one year has now come to pass
and we pray that this partnership will forever last
congratulations on this anniversary Pastor it's your twenty-first one
and for you we give thanks to the Father, the Holy Spirit and the Son
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Gods' angel among us
She's like a fresh and lovely rose
That angels planted, then God chose
Through a sweet, caring and loving soul
Gods' angel among us
For this woman's full of love
Was she not directed from above
Like a shadow, ever there
Gods' angel among us
Of which no one is aware
She never seeks attention
As underneath God's banner's folds
Gods' angel among us
But deep within her heart she knows
Her special grace and wisdom from God
She is "in Christ" created in the image of God
Gods' angel among us
Her arms and her heart are open
Given a special gift, by God's grace
God's beautiful and poetic masterpiece!
Gods' angel among us
Chosen by God for Priestly work
A wise, hospitable, and humble servant
Author: Floyd Neal
Date: November 9, 2014
Inspiration: Pastor Appreciation Anniversary
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He was a talented actor who died fifty years ago.
He was British and his name was Roger Delgado.
He starred in eight episodes of Doctor Who as The Master.
He was an evil Time Lord and on one episode, he pretended to be a Pastor.
His life ended fifty years ago today at the age of fifty-five.
His role as The Master ended because he didn't survive.
When he perished, it was something that certainly wasn't foreseen.
He died because the car he was in drove off the road into a ravine.
Delgado was the original actor to portray The Master.
When he starred in Doctor Who, he caused disaster.
When this talented man starred in roles, villains were who he would often portray.
We had to say goodbye to Roger Delgado because he died fifty years ago today.
[Dedicated to Roger Delgado (1918-1973) who died fifty years ago today on June 18, 1973]
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Fortunate are those blessed with a father like you,
A guide and a friend, steadfast and true;
You knew when to lift with supportive hand,
And when to let strength in silence stand.
You taught me balance—care mixed with release,
To hold my own fort, to grow in peace;
So much to learn, yet the hours are few,
From a life lived upright, noble, and true.
On your birthday, sir, my prayers take flight,
I hold you in heart, in thought, in light;
Your patient listening, gentle and kind,
Has always left hope brightly signed.
Pastor Sunday Ologure, gratitude I send,
With love that deepens and will not end;
December nineteen calls memories bright,
May your days outshine each coming light.
Though late my wishes, my love stands clear,
Life’s busy hands delayed me here;
Please take no offense—my heart speaks true:
Happy birthday in arrears, sir—much love to you.
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Hook: I want that Oscar Myer wiener.
Not a pretender a winner.
Far from a beginner.
Pure beef.
Put that ass to sleep.
They say the way to a man
is his stomach,
and he loves to eat.
Daddy loves to eat.
Parental discretion advised.
This is not Family Ties.
To see your pretty brown eyes.
Sets my day like the sunrise.
When you touch me here and there.
I feel good, all over, everywhere.
Parental discretion advised.
Like when you kiss me in the places
that the sun don't shine.
Like wine.
gets better with time.
I'll do what I gotta do.
Stand in front of a bullet.
Like Prince,
I would die for you.
Pull the trigger for you.
Shoot em up,
Bang- Bang.
Down like a warrior.
Nick name destroyer.
Last Terroriser,
No known survivors.
Live the life of a lier.
All of your enemies
I'll expire.
If you want me to
I'll admire.
Your wish is my desire.
You're the Master.
Check out the beat
while I preach like a Pastor.
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Ode
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Pastor, you're an under shepherd who has been entrusted to do God's work
you're never overbearing nor quick tempered nor do you have any quirks
you hold firmly to the trustworthy message that the Son of Man did convey
you're a spirit-filled righteous man, a disciple and teacher of God's ways
you teach and preach the sound doctrine that is the Holy Lord's
you're temperate and respectful with a Christ-like love for all in accord
you're self-assured and humble and your sermons are from the heart
you've given us insightful examples of how to live spiritually smart
you've told us it might be our attitudes and we probably need a makeover
you've been to us a living example in how to let God take over
you're an under shepherd, one of the Lord's earthly rep
you're an under shepherd, a follower in His Son's steps
you're an under shepherd, an agent of the living Christ
you're our under shepherd, Pastor Griffin
and we are blessed to have you in our lives
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I do not know?
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7x+3k=0
Love is hiding from me
I’m aware of it
Every flaw that I have can make you scared a bit
Did I hear insecure ?
If the shoe fit wear it
And in my case every pair will fit
I can’t find love because I’m looking for it in desperate need
Accept me please
Channel my spirit without a sexual tease
But what I do ?
Lay with you for no particular reason
Peculiar explanations for making you leave
Believe me I wasn’t interested just needed comfort
Support a narcissist
Then make no rebuttal
Rome will crumble one day
I never imagined
Subjects changed you a teacher so I’m just changing my classes
You repeat question like who the most famous rapper
I interact with
Fastly dip from the dungeon that you had me in
I think I’m crazy
Look how good we mab
That same pastor actually killed a kid
Who forgiving sins
Such a beautiful eve
Luke warm water oceans usual swim
I control myself from losing because I don’t usually win
I cheat
I lie
Then I lose her again
Building a home from a table
God securing the fence
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WALT WHITMAN PURSUING BEAUTY
( In his 200 Aniversary )
His Biosphere, his Biorealm, his Bioprovince
His Bioregion, his Biolocale
Beat plunged humming “Leaves of Grass”
Throught drunken twisted paths
Stumbling pleasures and thinking about
The quality of being different
Transparent, unthinkable
Just talking from experience
Tracing the tread of our heads
Into a web and so mysterious and clear.
Despite the Presbyterian pastor’ words
Ralph Smith
Saying with envy and burr:
- Walter is a Freeroamer of Love
That has converted the Locust Grove School
In a School of Sodoma
Or the John Peter Lesley’s, geologist:
-Walter is a “pretencious gil”
And his Leaves of Grass
Are “profane and obscene trash”
Walter and his Leaves of Grass
Still are a promise and a delight.
We’ve been thinking about his offer
And their answer is a strong tentative yes.
I love it:
His new possible consciousness of the Earth
Filled with demons – making scenes
Of Love and Freedom
Wastings what he has given to You and me:
Leaves of Grass
And its natural science: that the Earth
Is the center of the attention
Not another’s manipulation on it.
It is a lovely pamphlet of possible Life.
O honey
Walter, You’re an acorus calamus
I love You.
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twenty years ago you came to Berean and as pastor took up the reins
you've led us on a spiritual journey and we've never been the same
and like the Brooklyn Bridge your foundation has stood the test of time
you preach to us the Gospel and demonstrate to us God's Kind
like the Brooklyn Bridge you stretch out your hands and bring people together
you've showed us how to be better fishers of men in any and all types of weather
it's maroon and not burgundy that is your favorite color of preference
and if any one should ever ask you why you'll give them the historical reference
you're passionate in your preaching and teaching of the word of God
and when you give the proclamation we feel it coming from your heart
twenty years ago you were the youngest man to ever take up the towel of service
it was your God-given destiny to serve Berean in this purpose
twenty years ago you and your family to Brooklyn did arrive
and blessed us with a leadership that has made Berean thrive
twenty years ago and not many would ever have perceived
that you would be the perfect pastor that Berean could ever receive
CONGRATULATIONS on achieving this milestone
and may you have another 20 years and more
WE LOVE YOU, WE SALUTE YOU, PASTOR GRIFFIN IT'S YOU WE ADORE
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you met each other at turning points in your lives
many would call that destiny
you'd found out you both had so much in common
you then entered into matrimony
you were both from modest means
but the most important thing
is that you both had a shared love for God
on one accord like two peas in a pod
after leaving college you both went to work
an assumed leadership in a southern baptist church
but that was not the end of the story
because for you both continued to God the glory
one day you were blessed with a cute little baby
you called her Angel for she was a perfect little lady
then the Lord told you to pick up your staff and rod
for He had a new mission for His two peas in a pod
God sent you a vision He sent you a dream
you then received a request from a church named Berean
you were compelled to venture forth
the voice of the Lord told you both to go north
and upon following God's appointing
you both received another blessed anointing
the Lord gifted you with another precious baby girl
whom you proceeded to name Ariel
and now with your family situation complete
there would be other challenges for you both to meet
and as long as you both continue to honor and love the Lord God
He will be the strongest vine for His two peas in a pod
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A SPECIAL PASTOR & HIS WIFE
On their 40th anniversary
Forty years have passed now since you took marriage vows,
And as “The Ready Writer,” I want to say this now:
I’ve known so many preachers and pastors in my days,
And they have tried to teach me about the righteous ways,
But never have I known one as many years as you;
I’ve seen such great compassion in all you say and do.
Your wife, too, is quite special with her smile and love to show
And always chooses happy wherever she may go.
Your preaching just gets better—so many, many times
It’s just what then I needed to touch this life of mine.
I love it when emotion takes over in your eyes,
You shed tears unashamed then as then you realize
The Holy Spirit’s working to minister to YOU,
It reaches out to others just like you want it to.
For two and thirty years now we’ve known your family
And much of what you’ve been through we have been there to see.
Your faith, determination, stayed steady all the while
ESPECIALLY times when Satan so tried to steal your smile!
So, on this special day now we thank the Lord above
For a pastor and his wife who know how to share God’s love.
May the years that God yet gives you will even greater be,
With your service to our Saviour and our church family!
--Dedicated to Pastor & Meresa Fowler
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it's another year and you've gotten a little older
and your faith in the Lord God has gotten a little bolder
you might have a little bit more of a middle age spread
you might even have a few more gray hairs on your head
but don't sweat the small stuff Pastor it's going to be okay
for you have made it through to another birthday
the buzzards are probably circling but with you God's not done
just stay in the game of life until the victory has been won
you've preached from many a pulpit for over 30 years
you've always say that God is real and in your heart you hold Him dear
you've given us the word and have moved us in a good way
and that's why we're gathered here in love to celebrate your birthday
yet the buzzards are probably circling but with you God's not done
so here's to you Pastor Griffin on your fifty-first one
you raised two good daughters, one's in college and the other is about to wed
you might feel like you're losing a child but you're gaining a son-in-law instead
you've been married to a beautiful woman of God for more than half your life
and for that accomplishment alone you should give all the glory to the Lord Christ
yet those buzzards are probably circling Pastor but with you God's not done
and may you continue to preach the gospel of God for another fifty-one
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on Tuesday May 18th Mount Lebanon's Rev. Shaun Lee read from the book of Psalms
and then inquired of us "Who Do You Think Needs God?"
on Wednesday May 19th the Rev. Dr. Green of Universal talked about "The Love Of God"
which he referred to from the books of Luke and John
on Thursday May 20th Rev. Stanislaus of the church of St. John did convey
about "What Are The Odds?" when the Lord God leads your way
on Tuesday June 1st Rev. Miller of Brown Memorial used the book of Genesis
to tell us about "A Victory For A Visionist"
on Wednesday June 2nd with a word from 1st Peter New Jerusalem's Rev. Dr. Rice
told us how to paint "A Portrait Of A Pastor" whom for the Lord gives his life
on Thursday June 3rd we celebrated and honored our 1st Lady Mrs. Angela Farr-Griffin
and between our Youth and Christ's Fellowship's Rev. Dr. Kelly
we now know how to "Deal With Unanswered Prayers" in our daily living
It's been six nights of praise and worship and all the Choirs were on point
celebrating and honoring the Pastor and his wife whom the Lord God did anoint
on Sunday June 6th we concluded the celebration
and Pastor Griffin himself gave the Proclaimation
to the Rev. Dr. Arlee Griffin and Dr. Angela Farr-Griffin his devoted wife
we love you, we thank you, we appreciate you both for being faithful servant of Christ
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(A village in the Khasi hills)
Sickly pine trees in tiny clusters
On balding hillocks with grey grass
Fighting harsh battle for survival
Against bronchial suffocation
Of dust storms stirred up from a ravaged road
That winds up to the village church,
Where an elderly clergyman sleeps
Every Sunday morning amidst fluctuating notes
Of a choir of country girls.
A young pastor preaches gospel truth
In native dialect with some of his sermons,
His mind, however, pondering upon
The cuisine he'll be savouring later
In homes of the faithful
Who had been blessed with a good harvest.
A middle-aged village drunk
Shouts obscene warnings to a black bull
For molesting his wife's cow grazing nearby.
The village masseur sits in a rickety chair
And waits for city clients with broken limbs.
Screaming urchins in dirty red, blue and pink gum-boots
Stampede on the dusty path to the crowded watershed
Where their aunts and sisters wash smudged linens.
But when the sun sets behind the emptying hills
After the church doors have been locked
And the good book has been closed for the day,
A calm silence settles down on the village,
And the moon takes the shape of a clipped fingernail
While a dog howls at it in wolffish superstition,
Between echoes of mothers calling their children home,
Thynroit urges me to remember a village
In a faraway land I left behind.
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you preached to us that the way to achieve an ultimate makeover
is to concede control to God and let the Holy Spirit takeover
you preached to us that we need to take up our towel of service
and then realize and utilize our God given purpose
you preached to us in the year of 2005
that we are all blessed to even be alive
you preached to us in the year of 2006
that we need to study the word of God to get our spiritual fix
you preached to us in the year of 2007
that there's a happy hour awaiting us up in heaven
you preached to us on how we can make 2008 great
is by getting our relationship with the Lord God straight
you told us we need to do more than just go wishing
but to go out and make disciples by going soul fishing
you told us we need to hear a word from our sponsor, Jesus Christ
and then stay tuned to His channel until we get it right
you told us that whether wise or otherwise
we need to stay focused on God's eternal prize
and when you get into your pastoral groove
your words and message make our spirits move
and when you ask to speak for a few minutes more
believe nobody is making a move towards the chapel doors
to an anointed man of God, Pastor Griffith I thank your grandmother today
for handing God her healing hands that brought you to this day
so congratulations and happy anniversary to you and the first family
for 19 years of leadership and preaching with God's authority
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We Never Even Got to the Alter
I hug your ghost as we fall asleep
Something blue and something to keep
But your ghost soon fades
in invisible shades
And the lilac daisy ring
Hides somewhere forgotten
On the twined made up daisy string.
The memory goes away
and all the pained ones too.
As I hear you wonder
If I will ever stay.
You never got to hear 'I do.'
Something borrowed;
that's our old time.
With infinite cracks
lying in-between rhyme.
Our olde dreams are
our forever home.
Which cracked when we were
Done.
Could we have had
Our hearts made as one?
A silver rattles round my shoe.
The smell of flowers, freshly new.
As the organ plays
Upon this jubilant day.
And as the sun shined on the morning dew
The pastor waits for us to say 'I do.'
But we never made it to the alter, dear.
And I never got to see your tears.
As I pledged myself to you forever here
And you dropped your mask at the door.
I wonder if it's still waiting there, dear.
Because we were both so sure, before.
Now the veil lies in wait
in some old department store.
Just like our diamond rings
I wonder if you ever found mine
Against the music box tings.
For that is all we are, dear.
Of rust and ink and old spirit bones.
I take your hollow heart and mine
to mix with solemn tones.
And now, I fear, I must leave us here.
In the cracks of in-between.
As we forever wonder
What could have been forever fonder
Than memories of 'could have beens.'
I never got to hear 'I do.'
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This holiday season, for whatever reason, don't be secluded from family and friends.
Johnny was release early from prison right around two-weeks before Christmas and a
little reluctant too go home the thought of starting in the direction cross his mind again
and again. So finally he went, the smell of mom's turkey in the oven could be smell from
almost a block from her home. Johnny knocks on her door, one of his little neices goes to the
door and opens it, grandma someone at the front door he hears her mention as she's in the
kitchen preparing the festive meal and she almost faints when she herself see who's at the
door. Call them listen as their heart, will be fill with joy, johnny remember the pastor tells
him as he was constaplating about going, so instead the pastor say to him "call them then".
The Spirit of Christmas has lead of him to go home, and it is the best give of all, as he hear
mom say, "Thank you God", because even though she prays that he'll be realease soon she
was not expecting to she him. Tear's form real thick in johnny eye's when he enter in the
house, in mom's eyes as well. "I got release early and as bad as I've been, that got me sent
to prison in the first place. I was scare to come home". Mom calls up his sister and their un-
cle, soon the house is crowded with folks. We all make mistakes in life my son his uncle
tells him as they talk man to man away from the chaos as the family started singing and
everyone is cheerfully happy!.. Mom finally gets him to herself, " the Sun will always shine,
and the moon and the star's will be in place, the whole year should be like Christmas for
all who share this day along", "for my Lord Saintified X-MAS, to bring one lost back home".
Thank you momma for your prayer's (its) the only thing that kept me strong. "They hug, his
shoulder becomes moist with wetness and so does hers, their loniness is replace with Joyfull-
ness". * Merry Christmas to all the Poetry-Soup Family*
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Nine Eleven
By Curtis Johnson
I did not have any exposure to news on the morning of 911 until I entered my truck to go to work. The Radio 1530 am news station in Sacramento was my primary news source, and when I turned it on, at least one plane had already crashed the tower. I was a bit dazed by it all, not clear about what was really happening.
I arrived at work to learn that “Yes”, we would work that day, but our normal end of the day runs to the airport would be curtailed. All the routes would have to come straight to the yard, because all the planes across the nation were being grounded.
I was not afraid personally, because I was not affected directly in a violent way. But to realize the pain of all the families of the people that were killed was heart breaking. So I wept and prayed for those who wept.
I will simply relate two observations relative to what I experienced on September 11, 2001. Our pastor and church immediately called for a prayer meeting the night of 911. I got off work and went to that prayer meeting after dinner with my family. It was not difficult to convince people that we needed God, not only for future protection of the unknown, but we needed him “now” to get through a major tragedy. A national calamity had drawn America to its knees, and we all pulled together and toward God. Our day had begun with our eyes and ears glued to radios and television sets. That same day was ending with our eyes and ears tuned toward God on bended knees.
The military wall of the strongest nation on earth had been breached, and an enemy had done the unthinkable. Two of the tallest buildings in America had been brought down without a missile. A large section of the Pentagon had been destroyed without a single act of defense. Were it not for the brave maneuvers by passengers in a fourth plane, the White House would have been toppled.
My second observation is one that can not be measured in the usual sense, because it relates to the moods that I encountered throughout that day. With or without words, there was something I felt whether it was the person I passed on the street or the motorist I saw on the freeway. There was a somber spirit and a sense of unity that said, “We are in this together”. Yes, it was a catastrophic event that made us kneel before God and feel brotherly love toward one another.
Cj09112015 11:04 PM Sac., Ca
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