Long Pride Poems
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Die for something you believe in heaven forbid
Well don’t you know that’s what Jesus did.
Rather you believe it or not its true
He went to the cross believing in me and in you
We would rather choke on our pride or just run and hide
Instead of bearing our cross like he did and died
And this is how we repay our debt
By living our lives in so much regret s
Yet we drop to our knees in hopes to be forgiving
Get up and go right back to the way we are living
Then have the nerves to say how much I love the lord
When we cant even live in one accord
Man we got life all screwed up
What if Christ all the sudden just gave up
I mean half of us don’t even thank him
Now what if he’s asking his father( should I still believe in them?)
Now God showed us how mad he can get before
When he destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah..
Now after that we should have learned
That its going to be hell to pay when Jesus return
He’s not going to be quite as stern
No more water this time we will burn
February 4 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 11-13
Key Verse – Leviticus 11:44 For I am the LORD your God: ye shall therefore sanctify yourselves, and ye shall be holy; for I am holy…
FAITH IN GOD WHO SANCTIFIES US
God sanctifies us from sin-leprosy
By His mercy healing our plague’s persistency…
We thank Him for the power of His clemency
That transforms us by faith along His love’s fervency.
God sanctifies us from flesh-filthiness
By His holiness melting our lustfulness…
We thank Him for the brightness of His righteousness
That radiates around us by faith midst worldliness.
God sanctifies us from pride-inflammation
By His meekness smiting our arrogant reaction…
We thank Him for the clarity of His instruction
That propels us by faith toward growth’s function.
God sanctifies us from vice-defilement
By His purification vanquishing our addiction impairment…
We thank Him for His grace of restoration-replenishment
That upholds us by faith against evil allurement.
God sanctifies us from trespass-infirmity
By His forgiveness correcting our iniquity…
We thank Him for His pardon of acquitting quality
That makes us by faith to enjoy eternal life’s security.
God sanctifies us from command-disobedience
By His discipline conquering our rebellion-resurgence…
We thank Him for His Word of steadfast diligence
That enables us by faith to win against carnal expedience.
God sanctifies us from transgression-pest
By His purity cleansing our errors to the fullest…
We thank Him for His kindness of compassionate zest
That blesses us while we do by faith our utmost best.
February 4, 2025
I’m honestly done with this horrible, angsty doubt inside
I slept in for too long that I’m sick of having it with myself, simply hiding
I’m genuinely gone glistening like the sun that has surely died
I crept in my bed silently…I failed you greatly and my hope is subsiding
Give mercy a chance
To heal you from your triggering trance
Give mercy a chance
I take you on a life’s wondrous dance
Give mercy a chance
To give you merriment from on high happily
Give mercy a chance
To live inside you to make you bloom bravely
Give mercy a chance
Give mercy a chance
Give mercy a chance…
To heal your broken soul
To make you so beautiful
To steal away the pain, to shove it down the drain
To break away the bewilderment from your brain
Just have mercy…on my heart
I’m arrogantly wrecked me up and worn me out like a strong punching bag
I am down and under in the waters of wistfulness and I am close to dying
I’m robustly trying to listen to your reason behind getting stomped on like a rag
I am drowning in crooked lullabies and I am in need of the rope of hope, crying
Give mercy a chance
To heal you from your triggering trance
Give mercy a chance
I take you on a life’s wondrous dance
Give mercy a chance
To give you merriment from on high happily
Give mercy a chance
To live inside you to make you bloom bravely
Give mercy a chance
Give mercy a chance
Give mercy a chance…
To heal your broken soul
To make you so beautiful
To steal away the pain, to shove it down the drain
To break away the bewilderment from your brain
Just have mercy…on my soul
Give me a reason
To believe in your fickle ways
Give me a season
To blossom in these gray days
Give mercy a try
And, soon, you’ll fly
Now, I’m bound in this ribcage of envious rage
Somehow, I’m found — chainless in pride and happiness in stride
Triggering circumstances on this life’s page
Face the music within…I don’t want to hide what’s really inside
Especially when you’re not by my side
Crucified in loneliness
While you live in loveliness
Give mercy a try, cold-hearted love of mine
There, you’ll find that my wings are made of divine shine
Just have mercy on all of me…
And my mind of misery…
That’s the kind I can’t stand
I wish you’d understand…
Their spirits rest forever and without a stir
They spilled their blood on the field of honor
They charged into harms way when they got the command
Fought their heart out for a line in the sand
Brothers in arms united in a company
Fighting for our freedom which didn’t come free
They gave up their lives for the home of the brave
So enjoy your rights and let old glory wave
Show them respect for the medals they’ve earned
Realize the price of tyranny overturned
A folded flag is often only what remains
Let the pride of America swell in your veins
Thank them salute them be proud of them in each an every way
Remember the sacrifice of our military on this Memorial Day
Rolf was born in Wallertheim, in an optimistic year
Progress seemed to be everywhere, and not much to fear.
Then the reds took Russia, shook the world to the core
Millions killed when in power, a crime you can’t ignore
Drafted in World War One, every moment was a scare
French came at him in bright red uniforms, too visible, wasn’t fair
He claims he didn’t kill anyone; I wish I could believe
He was on the wrong side of that war, a past you can’t retrieve.
Under Weimar, the dollar was worth 4000 trillion marks
That kind of inflation destroys society, opens it to sharks.
Nazis got into power, took guns from all the Jews
Rolf threw his weapon in the Rhine, and his medals too.
He left grape vines behind, took his family out, down to the wire
They rode through Palestine, saw Jewish farms set on fire.
Then a letter came from the Reich, called Rolf to the reserve
We still have it, bureaucratic time lag, an ironic reminder to serve.
If Rolf had gone back, he would have been doomed
Into the maw of the gigantic bloodshed one more life consumed.
I met Rolf in Denver, a short, muscular guy
He even flipped me on my back, with a Judo move I didn’t spy.
I watched a rodeo with him, history was in arrest.
It's a strange thing, in one man, so much time compressed
I spoke with a great-aunt who had uncles in the Civil War
A great uncle told me he saw soldiers marching to fight the Boer.
He also fought in World War One, but on the English side
Showed me wounds in his arm, to fight was part of pride.
And now I use ChatGPT, and admire Space X
In me through memories so much history connects.
And yet I’m the black sheep, so many things went bad
I’m relieved these men never knew my saga, so dismal, and so sad.
I also look at the world, there is so much bad news:
Jihad in Africa, and in Holland a “hunt for the Jews”
China, Russia on the rise, the west has seen better days
Will we end that compressed window of history in a fiery blaze?
I’m not afraid to live with you by my side
I’m not going to die unless happiness within won’t subside
Besides me inside…
Left with broken pride…
I’m brave, I’ll save you from your pain
I’m sane, I’ll brave a billion lightyears of shame
I’m a cave amongst the sea of who I became —
Am I now insane? Am I going insane?
Besides being bewildered,
I have been quite tired of all this drama and blame
Besides being absurd,
I heard you screaming out, screaming out my name
I’m not afraid…
I’m not afraid…
I’m not afraid
Of you, of you, of you
Throwing shade
At something shiny and new
You went through my history of my past for years
You bent me over and cast away my relieving core
You tainted me with your awfully grief-stricken tears
You vent like you don’t care about me, no, not anymore
I’m brave, I’ll save you from your pain
I’m sane, I’ll brave a billion lightyears of shame
I’m a cave amongst the sea of who I became —
Am I now insane? Am I going insane?
Besides being bewildered,
I have been quite tired of all this drama and blame
Besides being absurd,
I heard you screaming out, screaming out my name
I’m not afraid…
I’m not afraid…
I’m not afraid
Of you, of you, of you
Throwing shade
At something shiny and new
Shards of me has ruined me in vain
Mirror my pain…mirror my sheer pain
Free me, heal me, save me to remain sane
You’ve stained me with your radiant rain…
Hello. My name is Nicholas, and you can call me Nick. I also must tell you about Matthew, and you can call him Mat. I once despised Mat and others like him, but now he has become my best friend. I am the Pharisee and Nick is the Publican about whom Jesus gave a parable. There was an occasion when Mat and I went to the temple to pray at the same time. I'm sure you would agree that my thanksgiving prayer left no doubt about what I was most grateful for. My prayer described a 'righteous' person who despised others unlike himself. I was thankful for that. Jesus used me as a perfect example of a person who is 'thankfully righteous' in his own eyes and with those same eyes, look down on other people.
Listen if you will to a short prayer I once prayed that I would never utter again because my life has been completely changed. "OH GOD, I THANK YOU that I am not like other people-robbers, crooks, adulterers, or, heaven forbid, like this tax man. I fast twice a week and tithe on all my income. Now, listen to Mat's prayer. He had no pride nor anything to boast about. "God, give mercy. Forgive me, a sinner." *
It was as if I had a Thanksgiving Holiday Spread filled with everything for my personal satisfaction. i.e. I had an overflowing POT of "I'm not like other people". I had a larger than normal BOWL of "I fast two times a week". I had a commercial-sized PAN of "I give tithes of all I possess". I had a big PLATTER of "I am a just man". I had a PLATE full of "I'm faithful to my wife". My dining table was overflowing with things I feasted on. I was full of it; full of myself. Yet, after feasting on all that I had, I was still hungry and empty, unjustified, abased, and unacceptable by God. On the other hand, the tax collector came hungry and empty but left filled, fulfilled, forgiven, and justified by God.
I later met Jesus and became born again. Now, I despise none and love everyone. And now, like my best friend Mat, I know how to pray, and I understand the true meaning of Thanksgiving.
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I was at this here shindig just the other night
was all duded up and was feeling all right
When this fancy fella saunters over my way
it 'peers to me like he might have something to say
Gawking at my boots, rodeo buckle and band
I guess he figured it out that I worked the land
He tips his wine glass with his pinky sticking out
then begins telling me just what ranching's about
He'd bought up thousands of acres of this cheap land
that used to belong to some worthless Indians
If I wanted real money, I'd be pumping oil
or dig gold, coal or silver from under the soil
He said man it's easy just to get down to it
bring in these machines and rip the prairie to
Waive a little cash and them congressmen aught to
just follow you around like cattle to slaughter
I says hold on there, I'm not sure you understand
so just let me show you what I think of your plan
Us rancher, we have pride in caring for the land
and I introduced him to the back of my hand
I'm sure they won't ask me to any more soirees
none of them snooty people talk to me these days
Because as I walked out I toasted them you see
with a finger sticking out but not my pinky
I like to think our Creators once they finished creating our world
and humans they decided to build…
made sure we were born with hearts full of empty spaces…waiting to be filled.
Their plan was for us to be pure and innocent when we are young and new
with enough empty spaces in our hearts…to last our whole life through.
So when a person comes along…when into our life their love will play a part
they fill immediately one of the empty places in our heart.
We might always not feel it at first…with some people love will grow
until one day we look at them a little differently…and in that moment…we will know.
The beauty of this gift…its charm, its mystery…its grace
is we often times do not know who will come along and fill a space.
And when we stop every now and then to review who holds places within our hearts
we are immediately filled with pride
at the diversity and the beauty of all the love we find inside..
We are able to see clearly in the variety of this dispersal…
how love…is awesome….unlimited…and how love is universal
As we age and see all the people filling our empty spaces
we begin to understand…
how we are meant to love a multitude of people…
the way our creators had it planned.
We marvel at the wisdom of those creators.
Our respect and admiration for them we cannot hide…
For they knew to place the room where all our love is stored
next door to the room where our dreams reside.
So we can sit back and smile at the life we’ve lived
thanking our creators up above…
for coming up with such a beautiful way
to fill our hearts with love.
I was raised with honesty
The uncontested rule,
A policy that was enforced
At home and, too, at school.
An object found by chance or luck,
I very quickly learned,
Could never be embraced as mine,
But had to be returned.
The wrong change given in a store?
An error being billed?
I’d proudly point them out; those values
Solidly instilled.
But times have somehow changed and now
Things don’t seem black or white.
My conscience sometimes grapples with
What may be wrong or right.
And so, instead of pride, I felt
A sense of ridicule
When, admitting that I’d underpaid,
I looked more like a fool.