Dispensation Poems - Poems about Dispensation

will and conscience curse on the golden serpent labour pains poverty of minds labor and hardships promise of the destruction forty days of rain thunder lightning and deluge white dove he was an alcoholic...

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One dispensation full of grace As gothic as my savior’s face A trenchant shadow of the things That law and grace can only bring Christ in sorrow tempted me From sin to splendor’s twinkling A romance of such perilous times Yet time itself is not the crime Somnolent souls my Savior guides Through thralldom to the gospel light...

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In this dispensation My message to the future generation In this dispensation It is reality and positivity For life is full of tragedy Neither the sword nor the gun Can save you under the sun Don’t be deceived by their titles and riches For knowing the difference Between good and evil is the key That which unlocks the doors of eternity In this dispensation Life...

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Old Dispensation returns for the West ...

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Underneath a gorgeous forenoon sky, In a lush and cool garden of delight, The green pheasant lifts his exploring eye, Calling his all wise sage beyond his sight. His melodious song praises the divine One, Whose luminance descends in a beam, Touching within the shrine bright as the sun, Turning every thing gold as in a dream. The Lord rests now upon His...

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Just a definition of a word in many views. In a day before the Great Summer came, You counted pages and noted names. 1948 too late. In the other direction. Missed they did when forgot a twist.oF8 ~Don't you roll, Pie.man? With your WOman? It's 195 x 3 again. If the story is true, this penned elation, prophecy speak via dispensation, and the message...

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hope burns hot in the hands at the touch of the seven cards of the day's tarot. pain waits dormant throughout the flesh under the state of a false sense of alleviation. the lovers are turned up first striking on the wooden table as a denim clad messiah in Beirut. the fool comes from face down along with a flush beneath the sternum of adrenaline....

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