Saul Poems - Poems about Saul

The Monologue of Saul (A lone voice whispers) Have you ever wondered if your soul is just mirrored reflections Fragmented shards of an augmented reality A divine kaleidoscope of your own perceived ideas Of what to do to get to your version of heaven, and how to avoid hell? Overlaid onto a real-world environment Are you too logical to ever really...

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Q: Will the third temple to be assembled on the temple mount in Jerusalem resemble any previous temple according to Black Swan and/or on Uptime, on You Tube? A; No, it will only have three seats and resemble a counsel chamber of...

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The Monologue of Saul (A lone voice whispers) Do people Maybe even you Who have ever been broken in two By love Sometimes sit wondering What was I thinking of Was I seduced by a dark dream from those hidden in the byways and half ways In-between By Pagan old kings Jealous queens and their armies Whispers of spells from...

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SAUL NOW PAUL Now Paul GUARD the GOOD DEPOSIT of FAITH Lo! I forgive me for who I am As He forgives me for what I've done Christian soldiers, Holy Roller they comin for ya! I not a judger, nor a leader Yet I come forth to misdemeanor Reference the prevalent We are who we are who we am Saul/Paul was not a...

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do not try to do better repent of wrongdoing that's more important....

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Was Saul a Deeply Flawed Intellectual Snob (Perhaps a Prude as Well)? Does Christ's Protest Still Ring True Today? Part 1: I'll state my aim clearly, "I come, not to praise Paul (Christ honored?) but bury usurper? Profane, anti-Christian's my take." Paul's account of conversion (more fear-based than factual?) scolds all those disputing things Paul thinks fire's ember! But logic falls...

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Acrylic paint and dust. I can taste sunlight. Hear wind-chimes that have not been invented yet. That have already disintegrated into the deserts of the apocalypse. I am at home in this living room. Even if i am not welcome. St. Ambrose’s hymns are sung by children whose faces i’ll never remember. Whose voices will...

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The handed instruction was ‘Within two hours’ Purchase two arresting flowers With an overpowering scent For A Heart pitiably rent And a head sorrowfully bent … And dutifully I went, From head to toe A Gent But back with flowers lent, But for the same purpose meant; The handed money with me, The Nice Flowers for Free! And to my person It was no dent But not...

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an interlocking rubaiyat Near Damascus, Saul's hatred met its end; he soon discovered darkness is no friend. God deemed young Ananias the best guy to tell Saul of the plan He'd recommend. "Saul will kill me," was this believer's cry. "What could I do? I'm certain I would die." And he was right, it's God that does the work but fear...

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I. Saul and the Psalmist By John T Haupt “And it came to pass, when the evil spirit from God was upon Saul, that David took an harp, and played with his hand: so Saul was refreshed, and was well, and the...

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“And it came to pass, when the evil spirit from God was upon Saul, that David took an harp, and played with his hand: so Saul was refreshed, and was well, and the evil spirit departed from him.” I Samuel 16:23 David on the harp Softly plucked the thing...

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Saul’s twinkling eyes took it all in – the platinum hair framing a first-class face, the silvery sheath dress wrapped around a figure that was out of sight, but in plain view. She was definitely the classiest thing in the joint -- Bannister’s by name, a jazz club just off Camp Street in New Orleans...

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The women danced singing: "Saul has killed his thousands and David his tens of thousands." (1Samuel 18:7). Through envy and perhaps jealousy Saul pursued David from that day onward; Causing the Lord to be sorry that he made him (Saul) king. In modern times just as in the old A gifted or talented feat Could cause eruption in the same way. And...

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How do you tell someone that being different is wrong. Growing up thinking we are what we are but society tells us we need to reform who we are. You got sisters who painted the road to guide you when you fall. We're rebel without a cause, Rule breakers who don't look back at all....

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He walked along the country road suffused with guilt...the archetype of arrogant despair bearing unknown void as some monstrosity ballooning; thus encumbered, saw the gloom take on decay until upon his solemn march a grace appeared; he saw no more and then his hands were warmed as one who understands compassion-- suddenly may seek to let it heal. Reality wore different dress; allthough...

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