Holier Poems - Poems about Holier

There was an old woman fron Shem. Uponst hearing a bad word, sighed, "Amen" One day, sadly, choked on her phlegm. Her cost of holiness was death. Alas~ in heaven now with no breath! 10-22-2020 ...

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My continuing impatience problem with smug fundamentalists self-asserting holier than thou moral positions, is that Christ's main point is not Holier Than Others, like Chosen People but Holier With Thou, as one interdependent EarthBound BodyMind. British King James monotheistic readers digest at AntiLiteraturist AntiWisdom Tables, frankly AntiEcological AntiHistorical Development of UnChanging Divine Love, AntiScholarship, hiding behind pure and patriotically loyal, divinely inspired rhetoric about their own good faith and bad faith sainted...

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Holier than thou Not giv’n to pray, they were grey monks ‘Mid the holy band, ole’ Father John Who was a gansta and wanksta, Held command with some merry wives That were healed of un-upright-nesses Of them was Johanna selle her belle chose And walke as fresh as is a red rose. Many ministered unto him their substance. Such was then pious lusty...

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Demon possession is seen through spiritual eyes The clarity of it so transparent you see it with your eyes closed To be told you have them is like a dreaded disease The mere knowledge of it transforms you Questions pour in yearning for answers I am confused But I pray with you?…… I pray for you How do you see the evil...

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I am not holier than the mighty men lying in the mortuary, Yet you gave me the grace to sweetly sing in your sanctuary. Your arms around me are mightier than any army or armory. If not for your love, oh Lord, it would have been on the contrary....

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Saturday night sinners belly up to the bar Not a worry, not a care Come Sunday morning, it will all be alight Heading to church in a fancy car Got to get there before the Jones get there And forget about last night Saturday night juke box, now singing in the choir Halo is crooked and nose in the air After the...

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Two men went up to the temple to pray, A Pharisee, a publican, each a different way. The hypocrite stood up and prayed out loud In his priestly robe with lofty eyes so proud, "God, thank you that I'm not like any other man, The extortioner, unjust, the adulterer - this publican! I fast twice a week unlike those who transgress And...

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