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Jesse Wood Poem
Moneylender
You were rejected by your fellow man
A pound of flesh to heal your wounded pride
A just reward for squelching on a loan
Your hatred toward these men-- I understand
Burns deeply in your heart and it resides
You were rejected by your fellow man
They bully you, so now you take a stand
Measured by Scale of Justice you supplied
A just reward for squelching on a loan
You make an honest living, better than
The ones who cruelly mock; cast them aside
You were rejected by your fellow man
Losing your daughter, ducats and your land
Upon the law of God you have relied
A just reward for squelching on a loan
To write you off as evil was the plan
They persecute and fool you with derides
A pound of flesh to heal your wounded pride
A just reward for squelching on a loan
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They speak about rights
they picket in front
of the Capitol Building--standing
holding signs written in markers
about freedoms their parents never had.
in speeches, they talk about
the fight for what their beating hearts
tell them is true.
My heart may lead me down a different path
But
I raise my celebratory glass
in honor of people that
picket, hand out buttons, and write speeches
speaking their minds, while opening
their hearts.
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Lord
God
Redeem
Lift eyes up
I Fall on my knees
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Jesus
The Great I AM
My Lord in three persons
Sent from Heaven to save the world
My Light
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Summer approaches
Like unwelcome relative
That won’t go away.
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You are a lost, lonely little girl
Have another dose of medicine to ease the pain
Your Daddy has gone off to war; you will never again see his face
Love and Acceptance - the bitter pill that you cannot swallow.
Oh, how I wish I could comfort and protect you from the woman in the mirror
It’s as if I made YOU up in MY head
The men in white torture you with a few more volts to ease the madness
Monday’s seem to drag on, but for you Monday was cut short
The sun provided no rays of light, no hope for a brighter tomorrow.
You are now set free from the war that rages inside of you, that has plagued
your being
Set free from the Holocaust which robbed you of yourself
Tortured painter of words, how you festoon your words with color
As dark as the words appear on the page, your words are red
Daffodils sprout out of the Earth where you lay your head
Tomorrows do not exist for you, nor do todays or yesterdays
I hear the laughter of angels, perhaps you are there among them
No more tears, no more sorrows, or pain, you are free
Dancing on a cloud with God, or perhaps playing your golden harp
It really does not matter because you now rest in peace - away from your troubles
You shut your eyes and the world, dropped dead, but I shut mine and I see a
world of possibilities.
How different we are and yet so much the same
You were a lost, lonely little girl who is now home with her Daddy
I am a man, whose father is alive and well, and yet we seem so distant
Do you see the glass over there? Is it half-full or is it half-empty?
It’s no matter for you are dead and gone
I am alive; I will always be alive in one way.
I sing the happy gospel melody of a choir, while you sing the blues
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Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn
From the ashes of corruption and greed, a unifying spirit will arise
And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn.
We rejoice in his Presidency and the day he is sworn
Into an Office tainted by eight years of endless lies
Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn
A Socialist, to those who look down on him with malicious scorn
Progressive diplomat, to those of us who are not looking for a reprise
And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn.
Some try to topple his efforts, but on that January morn
Throngs of people will crowd and stare, as if looking at a beautiful sunrise
Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn
With patience and undying courage he will mend a nation torn
Insurmountable obstacles are present, but he hears our cries
And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn
Diligent leadership will help create progress to problems skyrocketing and airborne
He promises he will stand with us in a time of lows or highs
Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn
And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn
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White lilies wafting
Perfume,
Filling the air
Sweetly
While loving hearts
Freely
Profess His name
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Upon the banks of a peaceful river,
Submerged in the purifying waters as each and everyone is
baptized in the name of the Holy Ghost.
Tranquility of the babbling brook overflowing
Doves descend upon everyone who takes the plunge to follow
The saving waters that have cleansed the souls of men
Forever indebted to the Creator
The beginning, middle and end of what was, is and soon to come
An eternal sacrifice that followers must endure
The power of the Spirit that is within each person’s grasp
We cling to the Heavenly essence beyond the white moon and
twinkling stars, which measure innumerable in the clear night sky
Walking in the footsteps of the Messiah
We walk in the path of righteousness
Holding steadfast to the promise that
The Christ, the Almighty Savior, was sent here to protect His people.
His return to the Earth is imminent
He will walk among the living, and raise the dead
To the Peaceable Kingdom.
The River overflows abundantly
With grace, majesty and beauty divinely inspired
It flows in perfect harmony
It does not cease for anyone or anything
As one by one we take our cross and diligently trust in Him
To guide us all with his mighty compass
From East to West and from North to South
The River flows inside all of those who abide
In the ever patient love that surpasses
All earthly understanding
We are all born in a life renewed through Him
Like newborn babes in our basinet
A gentle hand rocks our cradle
As the peaceful river of life everlasting, lulls us all to sleep!
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Yashar (Just One)
God of Moses
Creator, life
Protector, Aviad (Everlasting Father)
Avi (Father)
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