Lamb To The Slaughter Poems - Poems about Lamb To The Slaughter

Gentle tributary of a hill-born river suburban lake caressed acres of fertile land - paddy rich, growing fields Schools of fish raced at depths water-birds, herons, egrets, warblers, mynas, pipits, swallows, shikra, barbets, owls Bowl that held varied lives The surrounding city rapidly scales cloud- heights, as skilled strategists, land grabbers, investors, policymakers, now take her on a ride The silenced birds, once family to the lively-living lake, their provider, now watch from...

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I fear for the future of many young and innocent. The unfortunate ones whose childhood was spent without responsible parents who couldn't care less. Abandoned or runaways, alone and in dire distress of what to do. To survive they turn to a life of sin... thinking it's better than the home they were living in. On their own, using the only...

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He humbly accepted to lay down his life To put an end to the enmity and strife. This was the Father’s will, So that the sacrifice would serve as a seal. He was a lamb taken to the slaughter, To redeem and reconcile us when we falter. He was...

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The Lamb to the slaughter* submitted freely to sovereign will fulfilling heavenly role to die in my stead – with priceless holy sacrifice and precious blood to pay for my ransom, as a sinner condemned for everlasting fury toward divine quickening so I can rejoice in the Saviour’s eternal redemption… Such Lamb of God slain from the foundation...

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Christ was led like a lamb to the slaughter, To make me, a born sinner, His daughter, His death on the Cross, the best love story, That washed my sins and clothed me with glory; The Maker of the universe stayed dumb, So that we, His creation, could now come Into His presence and call God, Abba,...

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If I be, for my God, a symbol of love, Then may He bear for me, a decree: That I be a lamb, ready to be offered To the skies, to reach the glory of His essence So that I may open my silvery wings And sparkle His abode With the glow of love, Filling us both with orgasmic pleasure That shall last...

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Wind sings praise, and the wings who soar silent adoration – soft as the light climbing the skies, breathless and alive rising in murmurings who bless the night mounting impressions of the sea’s gentle tides, flowing with worship, admiring the laughing beyond the crimson sunrise… oaks and pines bow and dance, stirring the wonder afar, nestled against moss covered stones, glistening dew glorifying the Creator,...

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Lamb to the slaughter I didn't ask for this life; I was created in it; The color of my skin; It doesn't matter; I God's vision; Created by Him, with my mother and dad; Bullied and mistaken; Mistreated politicized and misshapen like a lamb to the slaughter; Innocent victims being killed, wounded, maimed; government saying what's the matter; like a lamb to the slaughter; Single moms...

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It’s like a lamb to the slaughter The thing is she KNEW KNEW that beneath the alluring smile And enigmatic eyes Lay A monster. A demon. Inhuman cold skin cluing in The lamb Her shepherd leads you to Hell. But she’s drawn in By seductive looks Her hands shook As she placed her heart In the demon’s paw. Sinful tongue, wicked lips Grabbing, gripping clawing hands Wanting, Promising MORE Of a delicious wickedness. Truth evident...

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