Predestination Poems - Poems about Predestination

Tim was the new judge in Deadwood Flat Not really qualified, just a rancher at that He first case was of the outlaw, Horace Slade Caught red handed in a cattle raid The jury took ten minutes to recommend the noose Better than letting this rattlesnake loose. Tim smoothed out his robe, asked Slade to speak Slade perked up, though his future...

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The Maker : Knit and Purl The Maker wields the needles of predestination and free will, One in each strong, talented hand. Knitting the yarn and thread of our lives Into the fabric of time with such love. Knit ,with predestination; His will is done. Purl ,with free will; Our choices made. Knit and purl, purl and knit, The pattern known to Him and...

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War is a way that seems right to men.' Especially those in power..' Those who reap a harvest of death and Money.' Events need to happen.! To galvanise Opinion.' There will be time later to blame it on God.' When the belief in God will be assulted Then Godlessness will increase.. A Number will be offered.' because such Men beleive in their own power, yet we Will...

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Dear Fate, I hate you. I detest you. I despise you. I loathe you in ridicule. I reject you outright. You are no good Fate. I am sure of it. Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be. I guess you’re right Fate. Thanx for the tip. Thanx for the insight. Thanx for letting us know in advance. You are elusive...

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Circuitous their journey to love. Their eyes first met half a lifetime ago. They were young. Buds yet to bloom; much too young then! Neither knew what love was or meant, but they felt a certain magnetism, an undeniable spark. Alas! It caught no fire. They were pulled asunder by destiny, force of circumstance. But a chance encounter ignited the spark of attraction in their eyes many moons later. It was sheer predestination! They were meant to reach the...

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Reading Shakespeare, I used to smoke Ophelia’s garland for a better understanding: crow-flowers, nettles, daisies and long purples that liberal shepherds give a grosser name, but our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them. Fingers caused hypnogogic hallucinations, daisies – hypnopompic ones. Alas, crow-flowers and nettles didn’t work, but on the plus side, it...

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“Ions” The ocean is my galaxy. Like the infinite expanse of space and sky, Those seas sustain astounding life in varying degrees Of depth and rebirth. Similar waves of ions rush across the heavens And swim determinedly to some unknown destination That they may not see or hear, yet know, From some centuries old pre-determination. Radiant life forms wend their way Through invisible currents, While newborn...

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Predestination is a fundamentalist Christian doctrine which says that god helps, or helped, you think when deciding whether or not to believe in him through his son Jesus. Basically, the statement made by believers is that god knew your choice before the world began, which makes you a predestined child of god. Only the Elect...

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All the different doctrines and mantras must be related, God selecting you for faith is the same thing as god helping you live your everyday life Is predestination not the child of divine intervention, which patronises individual responsibility?...

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I 'spose there are many religious tenets open to interpretation. Old John Calvin proposed another upon receiving inspiration, When he propounded the ticklish matter of predestination, Thereby, causing more angst concerning one's eternal salvation! Most folks blithely saunter along live's treacherous path, Trying their best to behave and avoid their Maker's wrath, At times straying from the route the Creator has...

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Rupert Lang set out from London, it was ten minutes to eight. He meant to travel to the Midlands to be with his dad in hospital in Birmingham. Weather forecast: chance of rain. Peter Smith drove down from Penrith, he was traveling to Dover to take the channel tunnel to spend the next two weeks vacationing with his family in France. On...

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Robert Lang set out from London, it was ten minutes to eight. He meant to travel to the Midlands to be with his dad in hospital in Birmingham. Weather forecast: chance of rain. Peter Smith drove down from Penrith, he was traveling to Dover to take the channel tunnel to spend the next two weeks vacationing with his family in France. On...

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I do not need Miss Doris Day telling me 'what will be, will be'. Yet if what she says is quite true, what does it make of me and you, mere puppets just passing through?...

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Rupert Lang set out from London, it was ten minutes to eight. He meant to travel to the Midlands to be with his dad in hospital in Birmingham. Weather forecast: chance of rain. Peter Smith drove down from Penrith, he was traveling to Dover to take the channel tunnel to spend the next two weeks vacationing with his family in France. On...

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