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ONLY JESUS UNDERSTAND IT ALL
I TRY SO HARD TO STOP THE TEARS
THAT FLOW FROM DAY TO DAY,
FROM THE BURDENS THAT I CARRY
AND THE STORM THAT BLEW MY WAY.......
I HAVE BEEN IN IN THIS VALLEY NOW
SO LONG I CANNOT NOT SEE,
IF THERE IS ANY SUNSHINE LORD
THAT WILL SHINE OUT THERE FOR ME....
CHORUS,
NO ONE SEEMS TO UNDERSTAND IT ALL
THIS CROSS I,VE CARRIED LONG,
I WANT MY BODY FREE FROM PAIN
AND MY HEART BE FULL OF SONG.....
NO ONE SEEMS TO UNDERSTAND
THIS PAIN I,M GOING THROUGH,
OH LORD I NEED SOME ANSWERS
AND I NEED THEM NOW FROM YOU....
YOU KNOW MY HEART IS BREAKING LORD
FROM THIS BURDEN THAT I BARE,
AND MY TEARS THEY KEEP FLOWING
WHILE MY MIND IN CONSTANT FEAR.
CHORUS,
NO ONE SEEMS TO UNDERSTAND
THIS CROSS I,VE CARRIED LONG
I WANT MY BODY FREE OF PAIN,
AND MY HEART BE FILLED WITH SONG....
DEAR MR JESUS FRIEND
I CALL ON YOU TODAY
PLEASE TAKE THIS SORROW
AND CAST IT ALL AWAY..............
YOU,RE THE ONLY FRIEND I HAVE
THAT TRULY UNDERSTANDS,
WHERE MY HEART IS COMING FROM
SO PLEASE LORD HOLD MR HAND....
CHORUS.....
WRITTEN BY ANN HART ,JAN 25TH 2004
COPYRIGHT,NL CANADA
The Gift of God is Eternal Life.
annhart2000@yahoo.com
Website http://www.poetrypoem.com/cocoannspoems
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Form:
He's running out of Colour.
*eternity eternal mind over matter
*He forms combative images of daffodils and lilac hedges
The Grey Seeps From his Eyes.
* His heart holds abundance, life close, close as a shield
Nature is Turning Black.
* All of the mind intent melds a joyfull palette into an encompassing black
- Can't You Smell Their bitter Entrails?
* Retching he adds fodder to ripen the ground for rebirth.
He Could. He felt them weave
*Balance sought to assert dominance over discord with the Fathers hand.
In and out of His Senses,
*Mesmerizing optiforms presenting themselves
Alienating his Perceptions.
* He strains to hold human concepts dear.
- Count the Bodies, Count the Women
and The New-Borns if You Want?
* From Death, Life, from Life, Death
*the endless circle sustains his weakening heart.
It's Just Math. No longer
*The count down, or up? continues…….
Did Time Stress Relevance.
The Sky was Red: and Empty.
*Empty, yet, the promise of nature abhorrence of a vacuum ..screams.
- If You Wait, They'll Come Back for You
*And you, son of God, child of the Mother will deal……-
He Walked Through Various Flesh
*Seeing the shell for what it was …casing of soul…..
Obscenities, Traveling for Miles.
*Caricatures of Man, insults only to ego long gone.
But The Smell, The Smell Had Followed Him.
- Where's Your God Now?
*………………Now and forever, his soul answers, eternal in the heart of man
*……………………beating with the pulse of the Universe……..
*…………………………Ashes to ashes…..dust to God……….-
*I felt it necessary for my soul to reply, please forgive me Conor? A month of wicked was
too much without a reply.
Across a scarlet sunset I will be watching
Flowers turn in vain to face the falling sun
But drinking in the moonlight of defeat
In the darkness their failures will dawn
And the worst emerge from hiding
We have all become chasers
Of things we know must end
It never stops us
We can’t help but
Defy fate
On a lone old wooden bench I will be waiting
The last stronghold of nature in the city
Now towers grow like trees in the summer
Standing as shepherds of our downfall
The stars burn themselves out slower
When nothing can be salvaged
Hope is all we have left
It’s never enough
But we still try
Even now
Each tired Sunday morning I will be wasting
Some little amount of the time we have left
Praying to some god to make it all right
When church is as silent as mourning
We have been abandoned in turn
Lost as a chick returning
The nest isn’t empty
It was never there
We build alone
All the same
From the heart of disaster I will be wanting
For somehow everything to come to an end
And spare us the agony of waiting
The race itself is against madness
You don’t win prizes for trying
Only perception changes
The game’s rigged then it’s done
Even knowing this
Nothing differs
We still fight
In a place all to myself I will be wishing
That I saw the reason for futility
Others think to hold back death with laughter
If clowns were angels we would be saved
But I deny the sun it’s light
For what I see in the day
But who would dim the stars?
And even in this
Ironically
I too strive
On the curb outside your house I will be weeping
Through a broken heart all things seem a drama
And if the world won’t end it feels that way
Doomed from the start, but I still want you
Out of sight is not out of mind
For the night kisses the day
And still the faithful pray
They were all right, though
I won’t retreat
Not ever
Who treads the high places on the earth,
Who gave our planet joy in rebirth?
Who turns the shadow of death into morning,
Who turned transgression into mourning?
Increased knowledge increases sorrow,
With all that we carry into tomorrow;
For in wisdom there’s always much grief,
To scar a mind with our unbelief.
We need His wisdom to guide our heart,
To take what we have and set us apart.
All is in vain, just grasping the wind,
All we look for is not easy to find.
Even at night the heart takes no rest,
We’ve lost the way with all that was blessed;
That which is done is what will be done,
For there is nothing new under the sun.
Unto everything there is a new season,
So we stop to search the reason;
For God is in heaven and we upon earth
So we need to accept all that has worth.
We cannot remember that which was,
For we have forsaken God’s precious laws;
Nor will we remember all that will come,
For all things are evil under the sun.
God has no pleasure in vacant fools,
Who go their own way and forsake His rules;
Therefore let all of your words be few,
And may all our actions help to renew.
Like shadows passing through days of life,
Coming with silence and bringing much strife;
Then that which profits those seeing the sun,
Is all that gives true life to everyone.
The race isn’t to swift or battle to strong,
For things that divide us from right and wrong;
I considered in my heart all of these things,
For sorrow and sadness that evil brings.
Like thoughts that pass through weary years,
Coming in silence, bringing shed tears;
The memory’s forgotten, it has no share,
For we’ve been deceived and caught in the snare.
From the book of Ecclesiastes
Life is not always flat and fine
It’s a bumpy road, filled of rocks and dirt
Life is about serenity, waiting to be found
Finding the true meaning of this life
We are all the experts in making sins
At least, that is how we used to be
We are all the experts of feeling guilty
At least, that is how we should be
Somebody asked me how to find faith?
I said, “I don’t know how, but I think I know how to gain faith.”
I think faith is larger than some written manuscripts
Because of its impossibility to be seen,
The power is revealed for us to feel
Faith is like a wave, always moving like a ripple
You don’t have to act or look like a saint
Just to make sure that you are sufficient of faith
It’s not a guarantee that your life will be perfect
What’s inside your heart is the main issue
Life is about finding the right path
So many directions, so many choices, so many disappointments
Things just don’t work right, it’s always wrong even it looks okay
Wine seems to know how recover your pain but it’s only for a night
You’ll feel frail in the next day
I feel like hollow inside
This heart is burning, it’s sad and upsetting
So I jump in my car and drive hundreds of miles away
To find silence, to find loneliness
I need to talk to my self and ease all the pain in my head
I know that there is always something better than tears
A power to face all fears
Prayers are not only a flood of words of regrets and complains
But it’s a tranquilizer to redeem our heart from hurting
Life is about the past we need to learn from
It’s about the present we need to manage
And about the future we need to arrange
Life is not always flat and fine
It’s a bumpy road, filled of rocks and dirt
Life is about serenity, waiting to be found
Finding the true meaning of this life
We are all the experts in making sins
At least, that is how we used to be
We are all the experts of feeling guilty
At least, that is how we should be
Somebody asked me how to find faith?
I said, “I don’t know how, but I think I know how to gain faith.”
I think faith is larger than some written manuscripts
Because of its impossibility to be seen,
The power is revealed for us to feel
Faith is like a wave, always moving like a ripple
You don’t have to act or look like a saint
Just to make sure that you are sufficient of faith
It’s not a guarantee that your life will be perfect
What’s inside your heart is the main issue
Life is about finding the right path
So many directions, so many choices, so many disappointments
Things just don’t work right, it’s always wrong even it looks okay
Wine seems to know how recover your pain but it’s only for a night
You’ll feel frail in the next day
I feel like hollow inside
This heart is burning, it’s sad and upsetting
So I jump in my car and drive hundreds of miles away
To find silence, to find loneliness
I need to talk to my self and ease all the pain in my head
I know that there is always something better than tears
A power to face all fears
Prayers are not only a flood of words of regrets and complains
But it’s a tranquilizer to redeem our heart from hurting
Life is about the past we need to learn from
It’s about the present we need to manage
And about the future we need to arrange
It all started with three nails on a cross
Written By Dean Masciarelli
March 6, 2010 (9:28am)
It all started with three nails on a cross
And then when Jesus died he went to hell
Where he spent three days and three nights
there
for one purpose to try to save some souls
And on the third day he rose from the dead
according to the scriptures
And the first ones to bare witness
to his rising were some of
the ladies that were near his tomb
Yet so many people had trouble believing this
And then Jesus appeared to the dejected apostle
Peter
and he walked with him by the flowers and shrubs
And as they walked through the garden
Jesus tried to explain to Peter
That the enemy didn’t want to let Peter go
But Jesus let Peter know
That he wouldn’t give him up
Because he knew Peters heart and that’s why he forgave him
So that Peter could share his gospel with those who sit in the darkness
Because he wanted Peter to try to change
the evil thoughts of the natural minds of men
And in the process it literally changed Peters doubts
And all the sorrow that he carried in his heart
And then Jesus vanished as quickly as he appeared
And Peter knew in his heart that he was given a second chance
And it just goes to show all of us that Jesus truly has such a forgiving heart
And that is why he died with three nails on the cross
So that he could forgive us for our sins
If we would just have enough faith to believe in him
For he will never forsake us because that is his promise
It was an old house, built for four, a warm place it was
New dreams walked at my side holding hands ofcourse to not get lost
As the sun arose again and again, so passed the feeling of something new
One dream did stray away, never to find a place by his side again
His foot prints too fled in fear from his presence
A lost soul in search for direction without a map he was, looking for something not in fact
His journey was long and without true sence of direction he toppled lots many times
Yet his art in word flowed out like the rays leave the sun in all direction always warm
A soothing feeling come over that broken heart, pathced together with a bandaid it held wholw
And with every race of emotion the band aid strched a little until it no longer held the poets heart
It broke, tossed and turned, it bleed out words of love and of life itself, poetry flowed out
Many saw yet no one bothered to act on affection, the heart did bleed to death, fate? I really doubt
With not much love in it, its spirit flew to higher realms, it wasn't a dream
As it parted it felt so much peace within, and for once in its mass not a single sin
For the world is based on lies and struggle
The prince that dwells in these realms is the father of all evil, but truly I tell yee heshall not prevail
A new scene takes act
The heart came back anew, bonded by the love of Jesus Christ my Lord
I no longer am a darkpoet, but a poet in love with God to His word I shall live and measured by his sword
Look in, what do you see in his eyes?
June has arrived-at last it is summer'
I'm up with the sun,(tho' in class I did slumber.)
But unlike others in that schoolhouse mob,
I can't be bothered to look for a summertime job.
Each day my buddy and I head to the beach,
Where a babe and a cold one are within reach'
One of my classmates is really a nerd,
His summer plans are the weirdest I've heard.
When he revealed them to me, I nearly flipped,
Can you believe he's going on his fifth mission trip?
He's going with his church to some exotic land,
But he says there's no time to lie on the sand.
Here is why I call this guy odd:
He'll be spending all day talking about God'
Maybe doing a medical clinic or perhaps construction,
And trying to save souls from destruction.
The last four years he's done the same,
Showing the natives love in Jesus' name.
I asked him why go there and work like a slave?
His reply was because people need to be saved.
He looks so relaxed when we meet in the fall.
And he says the joy in heart is worth it all.
Jesus entered his life and set him free;
My friend told me that Christ would do the same for me'
He said I shouldn't just be a beach bum,
But should prepare my heart before Jesus comes.
Soon summer will be over one I won't accomplish one thing-
But he will be joyously serving his King'
My buddy's here; party-time he we come'
How could anyone be so dumb?
Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
June 17, 2007
The wind brushes the earth, a calm breeze enchants the dancing trees
As if they took to life and ran off with me, oh the beauty that I saw was breath-taking
She gave fruit as God commanded, her hair flew in all directions, a season of new life
To see the cycle begin again, and all old was brought forth anew
So many greens, yellows and oranges I saw, a vivid image emerged in my mind
I remember of my past, memories that fill the heart in joy
Some tears still appear, bringing with them lots of fear, errors to relive and weep about
I question my self in part, oh weary troubled heart will you fail me now?
I have come to see myself past the lenght of reason given by God
Immortal? Cursed pleas my soul and I smile to the face of death itself
For I will come to beat her in spirit, let it feast on my flesh that nourishes just as dust
Dust I was, and dust again I shall be
A ugly feeling drowns in my tears of salt, tears that dry only to remind of pain
My sky angers an awful roar that even the ocean splits
My cloud pours on me, cold and bitter I fall to sit and rethink of life
It ends now, but my spirit dwells in the eyes of the Lord
Father I forget about You at times for my mind is only of flesh and blood
But I ask that if I come to forget, you would only keep me in your graace
God I love you, and I leave my all to Your will
I fade into nothing, the golden gates appear and I see Jesus, Amen