Chooses Poems - Poems about Chooses

WHEN GOD CHOOSES Who can be against who God chooses Who can council the Lord God Most High He does what He wills Fear not, just be still, To His will all men must comply Who can lay a charge to God's chosen Who can condemn one of His own elect He was made guilty more than all For us took...

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Clementine calls the second we sit down to eat she wants to talk about gout in her feet I look at my meal wasting away irritated I answered the phone right away you know she does this all the time Says my husband, frustrated at Clementine hang up on her! My son says. She is not bright. I cannot do it, for...

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Falcon heard mouse from sixty-six feet Thought the creature gave a curious tweet Young mouse’s fear was his main feature. Falcon instantly chose a new creature His intended prey was totally unaware As rabbit got swooped up into the air...

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No one chooses to have their soul in chains No one chooses to have ignored pains No one chooses to be ignored No one chooses to be abhorred No one chooses to feel completely lost No one chooses to feel defeats; exhaust No one chooses to give devotion Perish the thought of given notion...

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May we be blessed to understand there are times in our life when we may feel bewildered and nonplussed…. when we might not choose silence but silence chooses us....

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Not for prized Wristwatch Seiko Would I wear a Nick Gecko And there is a sane Beko Who could drink to “a Gecko” And permits us to echo “Beko is your Wall Gecko” ‘The Nick, no fear, re-echo’ Has Beko goals of Decoy? In Nick ‘Gecko’ Gold’s Alloy? Just what is wrong with Beko And where does this dreams anchor? Nickname for operation We watch with admiration Dwelling...

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The king was fair but he chose his wives in a haphazard way. Subjects of his kingdom said king would one day “rue the day”. It happened after wife number seven, an awful mean queen. The ones who watched it happen, said it could not be unseen. She wiped the throne room with the king’s decapitated head. Who did that?...

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She chooses to drown her mind with music, Instead of how she would down drinks until sick. She chooses to go home to find some relief, Instead of how she used to roam to escape all of her grief. She chooses to swallow unspoken hurt, Instead of throwing hollow words she could blurt. She chooses to heal her own heart, Instead of...

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They act like a mate but their fake never give but take Always running late expecting you to wait it’s never their mistake excuses that they make Quick to pass the blame a stain upon your name and another one again as they fly like a plane and should you then complain they will set you...

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Keith brought his dog to the party. He was tired of choosing women to like. He was the worst judge of them. His two ex-wives were proof of that. Pug ran up to Ella and put his head on her knee. She reached down and petted him. She seemed gentle. He had always gone for wild women. Keith walked over to apologize...

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I often loved her why? Because God does; Will she love me when, when God chose; 8/22/21 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©...

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~~Please note..,not about me~~ Speak to me only of Spring, I plead! My eyes have no use of humanity's wars nor needs. ...

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He is so dapper and dashing! The ugliest dames said. One of them on board now, as her husband was dead. One old toad gave her the cold eye and a shove to her head. These toads in waiting had learned at court, ‘twas how to get ahead. The pollywogs were listening, and they began to titter. The tadpoles...

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Rise, plateau, then descent; life pulsation thus in renewal, a pattern we discern, cognise and assimilate. Mind body by resonation thus flowing in chosen vibration self determines ascent or stagnation. The manifest already created by desire aflame within our heart. Doership is delusion of mind: fictional identity, is our narrow ego. Universal mind, accessible, here and now, if we choose. 02-November-2020...

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I would say if asked, that wooden angels are the best, they age with you, their eyes get dusty, they stand in their stillness while wind and sun bleach them into a gentleness you can relate to. Stone angels slowly turn green, only then you can you detect God working through them. The cashier asks if I want paper or plastic? I am paper choosing paper, mulch...

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