Best Protestants Poems

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.The first gift of Christmas was love

It was bestowed from above

It was given to all

to both rich and  poor

to those who are strong

or who can easily fall

To dark,yellow,a......

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...The world is one big Pallette
full of mixed colours
mixed races,mixed cultures.
The world is full of different ideas
full of The Humble and The Intelligent, 
How Beautiful in its own diversity i......

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...At the joyful sunrise service on Easter morn
On the sands of Daytona Beach no lines are drawn
Worshipers from each Christian denomination
Gather in unison as one congregation

Protestants, Mormo......

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...A GUNPOWDER PLOT

The 5th of November is a day to remember,
Children get excited from September, 
The sound of fireworks reverberate,
And bonfires with effigies of a life like
Guy Fawkes commem......

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...Argyle socks, kilts,
Scottish tartan scarves
and Knox — aye
Mary, Queen Mary
shall you marry Darnly
for love? Nay...

Torches, kilts and song.
Heather in hands, waving
but Knox knocks their ......

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...sip your coffee and smoke cigar
you the ass holy and mob boss 
catholic faith noth
protestants’ hybrid
St. John the Baptist spurious......

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...skinny island rump
  highway seas churning the horizon under turbulent skies
  entity England
  migration waves still grounding along the continental shelf
  monarchs, priests and lords
  relaun......

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...True noises from outside 
deep in the night of winter,
snow geese cadence call too
shake some sense of me.
Summon me to remember who I am, 
Bid me to evoke who I was.
 
I see fire in the valle......

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...The familiar sound of gunshots 
rings out in the dead of night,
As a sniper takes position in the 
bushes out of sight,
Past my front door I hear the 
sound of many marching feet,
As 2 Para mak......

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...In a short time, you will be my executioner.
Your actions shall be considered a favor.
You say to me “Lady, please forgive me”.
I, Mary Stuart, am grateful for your sympathy.
You are putting me o......

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...The familiar sound of gunshots rings out in the dead of night,as a sniper takes position in the bushes out of sight,
Past my front door I hear the sound of many marching feet,as II Para make thier p......

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...The 
familiar 
sound 
of 
gunshots 
rings 
out 
in 
the 
dead 
of 
night,as 
a 
sniper 
takes 
position 
in 
the 
bushes 
outta 
sight,
Past 
my 
front 
door 
I 
hear 
the ......

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...Catholics and Protestants unite 
it's time to join the fight 
as we march on toward that light !
It's our job to question the mob ,
as we march on toward that light !
They think it's a game
to ......

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...The word "cross" reminds me of last evening.
Thirty five men assembled in a choir.
Coming together from along a river valley.
The Finn Valley Men's choir. 

No ordinary get together this.
A pea......

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...My ears hath heard the sweet music Of a New Orleans jug band, 
Whose sound can only compete with that of a sonorous slave spiritual
I hear one now 

I hear people now 
I hear people marching bec......

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