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The cross is just a symbol, though it's very very strong
that we have taken to our hearts to show where we belong
the feelings that the cross brings out can never be dismissed
it links us all to Jesus Christ cause we are on his list
the rough hewn wood where Jesus died, the nails that held Him there
the mocking sign above His head, the crown He had to wear
all of these things should make us weep remembering our loss
now we should think of what was done each time we see a cross
They nailed Him there for all to see, a lesson we should learn
it seems they never realized the riches we would earn
the payment for our sins was made in pain and agony
and yet while bearing all of that He had His mind on me
It fills us up with love and awe and makes us feel so small
He bore the torture, pain, and death while innocent of all
but promises were made before, that He would not be stilled
which resurrection on day three proved, after He was killed
The pledges that were made back then are just as strong today
by following the Saviors words His price we shall not pay
To live forever is the goal for all who love the Lord
who use His lessons every day and follow in His Word
By being born again we're told, we can go through the gates
it's best to take the certain route than leave it to the fates
to see the Pearly gates on high and touch the Jasper walls
and to hear Angelic voices resounding down the halls
Now when we take our final breath we won't be sad or scared
we know just where we're going and we know that Jesus cared
we'll live forever happily without a tear or loss
because of what was done that day on that old rugged cross
Is There a Set Time to Die?
By Elton Camp
I can’t see a good reason why
Some think a time is set to die.
They insist that it is reliable
Something found in the Bible.
Ecclesiastes can be given that twist,
But only when the context is missed.
Its, “A time to live, a time to die,”
To set a limit to life doesn’t try.
“Turn from sin so you can live”
Would not be God’s to give
If he had already set a date
When each meets his fate.
Why did Jesus bother to heal the ill
If for them to die was divine will?
Why did he bring Lazarus from his tomb
When he had reached the day of his doom?
If your day of death is already set
Why with doctors need you fret?
Why look when crossing the street
If it’s not time your death to meet?
And when a vicious murderer comes along,
If his victims are set to die, he does no wrong.
From society there should be no taunts,
If he only carried out what God wants.
When a bomb is dropped on a town,
All were set on that day to go down?
When a closer look is taken,
Such belief is seen mistaken.
Wearing seat belts causes deaths to drop,
But could this, any scheduled deaths stop?
Why try to eat a wholesome diet
If you’ve already lost the fight?
The chance that we will live to grow old
Is to some extent within our own control.
No date for death has been set,
Though some will insist so yet.
Those persuaded against their will
Do remain of the same opinion still.
But please just reason on it a tiny bit
With logic and justice it doesn’t fit
Defying gravity, I stand paralyzed on this wall day in and day out. Although my
friends and I spend time together in the forest, I feel ensnared like a mouse in a
trap. What makes me any different than a mouse caught in a trap anyway? Every
day people come to stare at me as if I am some attraction, some tool to please the
eyes of a murderous race. Oh what I would give to be that mouse…no one wants to
see the mouse: they just want to get rid of it. The fire of a thousand stares burn my
skin day after day. I now understand the difference between the mouse and the
unicorn: a quick, untimely death as opposed to my slow…my painful…my burning
existence. Species like me exist for the mere pleasure of others. I am the
entertainer. I am the jester. My so-called glory is the glory of a King led to His cruel
death. Is this how He felt? You who I was created to signify…is this what You felt? Is
this what You call glory? Man reveres me! They call me the most pure and the most
elegant of all the creatures! What have I done…what have we done to deserve
this? Why do I even ask? There is no use…my paralytic existence keeps my
questions from the world. If man could hear me for just one moment, I would tell
them this:
Walk across the room,
Spot the tapestry,
By the time you get there,
Man has slaughtered me.
Confused? Do some research on the New York Metropolitan Museum of Art's exhibit
of the tapestry room ;)
no terror by night or arrow by day can devour or destroy me or lead me astray
the devil gets played as prophets get paid
diminsihed is darkness as light takes the stage
rebellion and rage turn to love,law,and order
another dummy gets dropped
another demon gets murdered
they get lost in 4ever in their own hellish haze
no terror by night or arrow by day
no terror by night or arrow by day can pierce through my armor as giants get slain
cut to peices and cashed like bloody paydays
mudermasks crumble in a maniacs maze
rusty cages fall apart
and end to the evil
goodness gets a new start
blasphemers bark but they have no bite
running 4ever in that neverending night
ridin on empty they all get derailed from their slow motion suicide trains
no terror by night or arrow by day
no terror by night or arrow by day can confuse me,confound me,abuse or abase
strong and holy hands they always keep me safe
on crooked paths or narrow roads His story gets told
to the rich,to the poor,to the young,to the old
bold as a lion with His bravery
end to the song that is sad soul slavery
shackles of sin they shatter and break
no terror by night or arrow by day
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There’s a man in our town from Galilee,
And I know for a fact he can set you free.
This man is like a pure white pearl,
And he walked among the prophets in this world.
One day he changed water to wine,
And one day he made some evil spirits go into a heard of swine.
With 2 fish and 5 loafs of bread,
5,000 hungry folks this man had fed.
I heard them say “I’ve got to go and see”,
This man in town from Galilee.
Everything stops at his will,
He once told the storm peace be still.
By his word he made the lame to walk,
And the dumb to talk.
Yes, there’s a man here from Galilee,
And he came to save you and me.
He wasn’t a big time pastor or a college scholar,
And he’s the only man that ever walked on water.
The bible says that every tongue will confess and you will bow on your knee,
To this man from Galilee.
I heard that salvation is free,
Just go and ask the man from Galilee.
He was sent here for one mission,
To heal the world of it bad condition.
This was a glorious man from Galilee,
Who gave up his life on Calvary.
Written By
Vertie Adams
September 10, 2010
Form:
The day has arrived, his legions now march
From Hades through the crevice to earth he'll leave parched
Almighty flames will his soldiers follow
Never caring who they engulf, no remorse for their sorrow
Town after town, from city to city
He'll carry Hell's torch, never to wallow in their pity
And when the strong succumb to his wrath
Followers of the white will in turn change their path
No more will you see colourful pastels of hue
Or even the skies and it's innocent blue
The greened rich lands farmed for thousands of years
Will die dry decrepit, no rain for it's tears
Civilizations will be swallowed never to rise
Even thunder will be silenced whilst the masses death cry
The day has now passed the year twenty twelve
It's time for the dark master to once again delve
I once had a dream,
that i was cast out to sea,
to dream and be free,
for all eternity,
under your guidance,
and under your blue skies,
i learned what it meant to live and let die,
the day u cast me out,
the day I fell to the ground,
the day my soul floated on,
to the greater beyond,
i learned what it meant to live and let die,
because on that warm summers eve,
you lost the courage to tell me why,
to tell me why it hurt to call,
to tell me why we were about to fall,
to tell me why all the feelings left,
to tell me why you had to end it like that,
i learned what it meant to live and let die,
the day i met Christ,
the day i lost all might,
the day i opened up,
to be allowed in the gates,
for your soul, is the only one who really knows,
what it means to live and let die,
Purgatory is a place according to Catholicism,
where we go after we die to pay for our sins.
If your sins haven't been atoned for
you're not getting into Heaven's doors,
but again, according to Catholicism
during the Holy time of Lent you can atone for your sins.
40 days of atonement and sacrifice however is what you must do
in order to successfully atone for the sins committed by you
and during Lent it's not surprising to see Christians wishing that they were Jew
because during the Holy time of Yam Kippur, only one day of atonement is all you need to do.
I can just hear all of they of the Jewish faith
secretly laughing at the Christians during mid Lent withdrawal state.
I'm on my 5th day of Lent and I'm ready to bale.
Even in sin, all Christians tend to pay in retail.
Lord, let us not forget,
The devil and his greatest trick,
That we can err without regret,
And the lie that he doesn't exist!
The Lord came to us with a gift,
Full of love and the power of the grace,
But amongst us exists a rift,
'Twixt those who do and don't have the faith.
Once you find your way,
And the Spirit fills you up,
With grace and lights the way,
So that you may share the Love.
The Lord in all of his splendor,
Awaits the glorious day when,
All people will bow and render,
The joyous love they have for him.
And on the day the word is read,
When our Lord rides from the East,
Each of us will then bow our head,
The great even unto the least.
by My Gull Wheels On
a.k.a. Michael Wilson
His day had come, and so He went and prayed.
The woes of all mankind upon him weighed.
His brethren slept; He knew what would befall.
His enemies conspired and did not stall.
A midnight kiss, and He would stand betrayed.
First seized, reviled, then stripped and flayed;
A scarlet robe on broken flesh then laid,
He bore the brutal cross and drank the gall.
His day had come.
A final breath. . . . the sacrifice was made.
The land then quaked. God’s sorrow was displayed.
The Son in linen. . . . on the earth a pall.
But in the sepulcher, His final call –
To conquer death! Man need not be afraid.
His day had come!