Book Poems - Poems about Book

When you don't know what to do. Open this and it will speak to you! Don't listen to a Religious man. Get a translation you can understand. In Luke's book 24:45 you will find. Jesus had to open the Disciples minds! Without God, you won't understand. This book is His spiritual rescue plan. We're born spiritually dead, alive in flesh. About God and this...

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If you knew the weight I bear, You'd hear the screams beneath my stare. I light the dark yet feel so cold, Like a silent tale that's never told. Of shining silver and glittering gold, Of a burning past in letters bold. It has been long, it has been ages, since a soul has touched these unread pages....

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Indigo book store Its my favourite store It has many books For everyone to read I could spend hours Inside this book store The staffs are cheerful If you can not find A book you search for A staff will bring you To find your new book There are items there Writing pads journals Pens pencils diaries Travel mugs and more A small coffee shop To enjoy a break...

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We see them popping up on random streets in a neighbourly outreach kind of way. We don't know who to thank since no one steps up to claim the credit but it's the community as a whole who benefits in many wondrous ways. The suburbs are delighted to champion these ecofriendly gifts of sharing ~ not only charming but welcomed pointers that goodwill and...

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greatest book written gives us life lessons to learn the Bible stands alone ...

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As we consider others With more than a few objections Can we unveil Our own masked reflections? As we review our brother With an exaggerated disdain Can we become cognizant Of the true source of our pain? As we inspect our neighbor With ever ascending exasperation Can we give pause and question The root of our vexation? As we give the mirror Just one more searching glance In order...

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This heart~ a lovesick talisman f l a r e s fallen sparks, seeking Mayan glyphs of hope amidst layered lace of halcyon, illuminated with tears of black diamonds, for the empires ruined by the self-righteous kings throned in greed, draped in galactic gold, while ceremonial pyramids adorned with copper...

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The Book of Souls is well composed by Nature. through serial changes : Adaptation continued on trial , best to capture a blind process , showing evolution. From non living stuff, life to germinate ...

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researching, watch the trailer, work in progress... Screwtape Letters 31 Letters Just notes Consider this... If you cannot yield to text and scripture He cannot bare score C L takes us where? Two years. studies of Greek and Latin classics What we cannot see in the spiritual world Screwtape, Devil, The Father Below in an ice cubicle mans is all around him To love or Not to...

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A silent confidante, bound in paper, waiting. Each blank page, a breath held, a moment unspooled. Ink bleeds stories, laughter caught mid-air, tears staining the fragile fibers. Secrets whispered, fears confessed in the quiet dark, dreams sketched in hurried lines. No judgment offered, only the patient embrace of turning leaves. A witness to growth, to stumbles and small victories, a map of the unfolding self. More than just words, a tangible echo of yesterday, a...

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Inspired by the song, The Book of Souls by Iron Maiden Below is my version. __________________ Instrumental Intro On a journey to find the book of souls the way is very long and quite dangerous in a meditation ... I am falling into the darkness down, down, down ... oh where will it end Finally, I stop falling and I am in...

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And I'm concerned, afraid, got the railroad crossing blues and the jazz that plays so low and desolation looms like the ghost of Christmas past/ And the band wraps up and it's time to go home but the blues is still crawling around inside my head like desolation and the lone watchman/on the peak is...

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"The sentient is sent to seek out all the truth" Book of Souls, Iron Maiden sentient sent to seek out truth but instead they look at stone etching their names in clusters as they despaired at being alone they heard the buzz of bees felt the crunch of broken leaves but didn't understand value so protected plastic from thieves still the truth drifts upon...

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The nobility, the priesthood, The common, the slaves A life's journey fixed, Elected for life or Passed from father to son. Omens, divinations, Predictions, reading future They were skilled mathematicians, Historians, keepers of knowledge Recorded details in codices. Books of fig bark paper Mayans wrote, kept count Of Sun's path, tracked Venus With surprising Accuracy, Marked zenith twined with beliefs Hard workers ate well, Worshiped their many gods In willing exuberance Artisans, carvers, Traded...

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Rest in His grace, breathe in His light softly glowing through the spirit who knows Him as the way, the truth, the life realize, beyond this world, there is eternity a whisper of His love, His peace found in the Savior, the One we know is everything we need Rest in His gentleness, a song of faith brought to hearts who hear...

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