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Created are we into the image of God
from the dust of the earth, we are made
God has FORMED us for His honour
out of His greatness, this image was laid
But then a major problem was found
this image was now DEFORMED by sin
when Adam sinned all mankind fell
separated from God eternally never counted in
But God had an awesome master plan
His son Jesus would come and die
on Calvary's cross as the perfect substitute
three days later rise to life no longer to lie
Then, God, the holy spirit came down
as Jesus the son went heaven-bound
this spirit TRANSFORMED many a heart
to display God's spirit in them be found
So God's spirit would bring a life of change
producing Jesus in all that truly believed
CONFORMED one day to the Lord Jesus
when they see Him so eternally they cleaved
(The believer's history so formed:
1) Formed in God's image
2) Deformed from God's image by sin
3) Transformed into God's image by the spirit
4) Conformed one day to the Lord Jesus Christ when we see him.)
“Keep the love light burning, whilst young hearts are learning,
for from love children know, beautiful people grow.”Quote- Poets own
He Gave Her a Book
Life wasn't rosy for Pearl when just a kid
She was a sad and lonesome reclusive
That could not have been easily believed
Folk knew her home was bursting at the seams.
Missing was love and laughter in the house
No wonder Pearl was timid as a mouse
Holding one's breath in paralysing stress
Leads to anxiety and deep distress.
School days weren't carefree she would truly say
Yet there was someone who brightened her day
A young boy who would always dry Pearl’s tears
In endeavour to drive away her fears.
Charming and comforting words Pearl's friend spoke
Filling her heart with seeds of love and hope
Steadily Pearl began to find her voice
And many reasons for her to rejoice.
They grew up and when school days were dismissed
The friend gave her a book, signed with a kiss
Titled "Finding Happiness After Pain"
It showed her the way to sing in the rain.
Pearl treasured her book until her life's end
Then high o’er the rainbow she found her friend.
29th May 2021
By George P. Lumayag
The cast tried to act his dramatic role in the teaching-learning arc;
He portrayed a character he knew very much
with a very adjusted tone of his artistic acts.
He loved it so he danced overnight,
and he mastered it in daylight.
He believed he was a prolific actor therefore he portrayed his best.
His character was exposed in the theater as a rising rainbow,
It seemed such a character was struck with a bow and arrow.
His heart was bleeding on a climax as set
So, that was the reddest light wave of a falling rainbow.
The director explicitly expressed the rules of artistry,
So, the actor implicitly cried that his role as the cast was disqualified
from that teaching and learning art contest!
Author Dana Redricks
April 10, 2024
How do I express the love I feel,
When words seem to fall short?
There's so much I want to say,
But fear holds me in its fort.
Having you in my life is the best gift I've received. You bring joy and light to all that I've believed.
Your presence fills my days with warmth and tender care. I cherish every moment we share, for you, my heart is laid bare.
But fear creeps in, and whispers doubt in my ear. Will my words be enough, to make my feelings crystal clear?
Yet, I cannot let fear win, for my love for you is true. In quiet moments, I find my voice, to express my love for you.
In the simple gestures, in the silent acts of care, I hope you feel the depth of the love I yearn to share.
So let me show you, in every little way I can. That having you in my life, is my greatest joy, my life's plan.
It was our third-grade field trip to the Dinosaur Exhibit
We would be touring all the lands that dinosaurs inhibit
I remember the teacher saying “keep your hands inside your pockets”
Then she paired me with the meanest kid, his name was Tommy Rockets
“I dare you to take an egg,” Tommy whispered giving me a stare
The nest was full of eggs, if I took the smallest who would care?
The next day at school every child was questioned.
The museum curator was out to teach us a lesson
The egg had grown overnight and was hidden in my coat.
They made mom take me to the doctor so he could check my throat.
They poked me and they prodded, ran machines against my feet.
They questioned why I would choose that specific egg to eat.
The news showed my picture on every single station.
One reporter called me Dino Boy. I was an amateur sensation
When the egg finally hatched I had to hide the birth.
The animal that was born was extinct from this earth.
A Flaming Pterodactyl in all his blazing glory.
No one believed me, but who could make up such a story?
At first, he was easy and stayed in my closet through the day.
At night he’d fly around but never go astray.
Then I started getting blamed for things when I wasn’t even there.
Like vegetables gone from gardens leaving soil bare.
Kitty cats so high in trees the firemen couldn’t reach them.
Children so riled up teachers couldn’t teach them.
We moved from one town to another and another.
Each time it was the same. People felt pity for my mother
The next morning I woke up to a chewing sound
crunch, crunch, and crunch.
That’s when I noticed he ate my homework for his lunch.
My Flaming Pterodactyl again was causing havoc.
With a trail of Cheetos, I led him to our attic.
I made sure he was comfy then I headed off to school.
No one there believed me until they found him swimming in the pool.
Now he’s our school mascot in all his flaming glory.
A Pterodactyl that … sorry he ate the rest of this story!!
February 1st, 2021
Written for the contest: and then a flaming pterodactyl ate my homework
Sponsor: John Lawless
True love cannot be sensed nor seen;
Cannot be heard nor touched;
I never saw it coming;
I still remember the evening; l received a call
It was from someone l never knew or imagined.
It all sounded like a joke;
How can one have a tale to tell to someone never met;
Never talked to?
All was a fairytale indeed.
All was a sheer madness!
Calls were made;
Texts were sent;
Wishes were horses.
Roses were planted;
Sunflowers were planted as well;
Love was planted;
Later & nurtured by
Jokes; appreciation;
Encouragement; determination;
Faithfulness; honesty;
Two-way communication;
Not forgetting "give & take".
It is said that
Where there is love;
There is always a way.
One wonders ; what is love?
Who deserves to be loved?
Howitzer can one prove the love one has for the other?
I am told that
Actions speak louder than words;
Love is believed to conquer all.
Am l conquered as l love someone?
Has my heart been stolen?
If l cannot spend a second
Without thinking of someone!
Without smiling at his once cracked jokes!
Without being thirsty of his kisses!
Without craving for his drive!
The writing is on the wall.
I am in love;
Madly inlove!!!!
Like warriors, I adorn scars from battles,
The battles that left my soul pierced by atlatls.
Every scar's a story, or so they say,
But stories matter little when your zeal decays.
I buried my conviction and watered the grave,
As did Patroclus, I too adorned the mask of the brave.
But when twilight gathered and the truth came out,
I found myself rotting with demons of self-doubt.
I wear broken spearheads like rosary beads,
And wonder why I still suffer for all my deeds.
For I believed I served the world with a heart of gold,
Yet all I earned in return was a bed stiff and cold.
Every scar a map to a place I'd never go,
Yet toward those thoughts circle to and fro.
Caught in endless transit, like a needle lost in hay,
Unable to find the road so I pray that one day I find the way.
As I cry, Sting, ever courteous, tells me to stay strong,
Though some of the scars I bear are where its words belong.
Yet even ruined temples remember forgotten gods,
So I do good irrespective of applause.
Yet all I receive is blame, anger, and disdain,
For their comfort comes before acknowledgment of my pain.
Weak and pathetic maybe I am for I lost the battle
And let them puncture my soul with atlatl.
For I could've been ignorant, selfish and prude
But unfortunately I am not that crude
Instead I chose compassion, though it left me undone,
Bearing wounds of many, while mine heal none.
To forget love is to cover all under dust,
even the eyes turned away to deny trust;
time brought a wind stronger than our will,
it took away dreams we thought were real!
Nothing can make us forget our passion,
how strongly we believed in some miracle;
we never said happiness was impossible:
didn't the lonely moon share our pain?
To forget love is to deny we ever existed,
we were two beautiful souls given to joy;
every sad thought quickly disappeared:
the smile of the moon shone over the bay!
Can shattered dreams be rebuilt by hope?
And we surely hoped they would somehow...
to spare tears and greet another tomorrow,
avoiding the empty promises we often broke!
To forget love is to hide all under dust,
ah, are we so heartless to tear it apart?
We shouldn't give up halfway but try harder:
what we have built can't be torn down by fear!
The family was poor
and on Christmas Eve
he went to bed still hungry
after his meagre evening meal.
He slept fitfully and dreamt
he had to work on Christmas Day,
distributing flyers to the people in town.
Hear, hear, read the news,
Today a Holy Child is born.
He ran from church to church,
from avenue to avenue,
from restaurant to restaurant,
spreading the good and holy news.
”Baby Jesus is born, Jesus is born!”
Soon he was tired for lack of food.
But though the job was badly paid,
he persisted for he believed
one day Jesus would bless him too.
So he went on, giving his flyers
proclaiming the holy news
until a strange light attracted him.
Slowly he approached and saw
a small Child in a manger
smiling softly at him.
“Come near my friend, come hear.
Look there are better flyers
beneath my cosy manger.
Go and distribute these.”
The newspaper boy obeyed.
He read the flyer and jumped with joy.
Quickly he returned to the centre
and with renewed energy he shouted:
“Hear, hear, read the news,
Heaven is full of repentant sinners,
come one, come all,
Heaven is there for you,
that's why He was born this day,
come hear the good news.
It is for you.
Merry Christmas.”
I attended a meeting with, supposedly a friend, and was introduced to
Despised, Dehumanized, Decreased, Diminished, Disregarded, and Devalued,
who, by the way, wanted me to become like them. While there, I also had
a rendezvous with Dejection and Rejection? And there were many others
whose names I never learned.
I had never been more alone and unsupported when I was put in a room
with Marginalized, Minimized, and Unrecognized as I struggled to survive.
In my attempt to stay on 'top of things', it seemed everyone present went
'low' on me.
It didn't stop there. I also met other attendees like Overcharged, Overlooked,
and Overworked. In my futile pursuit of resolutions, endless despair seemed
to fill the air, and I discovered rootless dispensers of negativities.
But in spite of all that I saw and felt, I kept looking, because
I believed that somewhere out there was a world filled
with people of goodwill who really do care.
In spite of all the resistance I encountered
and the lies that I heard, I dared to keep listening,
because deep in my heart I could hear 'Words of Faith'.
Faith in The Father.
Faith in The Family.
Faith in The Fellowship.
Faith in The Future.
Faith in Friendships.
So, keep believing if you dare,
And you too will hear 'Words of Faith'.
041622PSCtest. A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE, Brian Strand