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Shanoah Shepherd Poem
A worrier cannot help but stress, when put to the test; A warrior delights in trials, that allow them to give their best; A worrier has self doubt and denies God's full control; A warrior submits to God, body, mind and soul; A worrier is anxious and uncertain of the outcome; A warrior takes rest in knowing all God's will be done; A worrier may look to God when things don't go their way; A warrior consults with God each and everyday; A worrier depends on their will and determination; A warrior depends on God through Jesus Christ's salvation; A worrier resent's and allows thoughts to turn barmy; A warrior repent's backed up by heaven's army; A worrier is afraid; A warrior is fearless; Which one will you be? A prisoner of the ways of the world or a spirit that is free? - No temporary experience, in life is a guarantee; Allow God to lead your life and control your destiny.
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Shanoah Shepherd Poem
He sold his soul to the devil, an eternal proclamation, to close his eyes in this life and awaken to damnation. He claimed to know God, and that Jesus was his saviour, while bowing on his knees, asking satan for a favour. Awakened to his wrongs, it's too late to repent, his possessions remain, but his soul is spent, he thought he was enlightened to the 33rd degree, and regardless of his deeds, his spirit remained free, Now he's bound in Sheol, with no where to run, and the realisation, that the True God's will be done. Awaiting his judgement, just like the rest, he's aware, that he's failed the ultimate test.. She too, sold her soul to satan, ignorant of the concept, of eternal proclamation. A star to the masses, thought forever shining bright, praise from the people, was her earthly delight. A life of luxury, wealth, envy and lust, God did not approve, so the devil she would trust. She believed the lie, that she could be like him, working up the ranks of wickedness and sin. She promoted his church, and worshipped the fallen one, called upon demons, and bowed down to the sun. Then her turn came, the final curtain call, where lucifer's promotion has no meaning at all. She, too, bound in Sheol, where no throne awaits her, She denied the True God and Jesus the True saviour. Awaiting her judgement, just like the rest, she too, is aware, that she's failed her test. So where do you stand? Who is your king? Only God knows your intent within, to be seen doing good, or genuine care? A self-righteous spirit or a soul that loves to share? We are all sinners, falling short of God's glory, will you allow Jesus to edit your story? Will you surrender fully? Will you not be so tall? Where the angels that guide you didn't stumble or fall. God's kingdom is holy, no sin can abide, will you flow like the river's? Or wait for His tide? Life is full of choices, a freedom that's unique, when you come to a crossroad, who's counsel do you seek? When eyes close for
the last time, and you are laid to rest, will you fail, or will you pass, your ultimate test?
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Shanoah Shepherd Poem
Sister, let me tell you something I think you need to know, I understand what it feels like, to wish that you could go. Away from all the heartache, and away from all the pain, hoping that the man you love, doesn't come home angry again. Scared to say the wrong thing? Worried what he might do? Knowing if there's anything wrong, it is taken out on you? Living in fear from day to day, is just no way to live, all they do is take and abuse, all the love you give. There is a really big difference, between true love and feeling sorry, all the "I love you" and "I need you baby"- just to make you worry. Love is not suppose to hurt, love doesn't call you names, love doesn't leave you sad and stressed, or play mental mind games. But also, let me tell you, there's something you can do, you're strong, you're a woman, and you can pull through. Love is earned by respect, and respect can't be earned by fear, you can't love what your afraid of, let me make that clear. Do it for your children, do it for yourself, end this chapter, close the book, and leave it on the shelf.
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Love, is quite a complicated thing, you can keep giving, without getting it back. It passed through abilities, religion, white or black. Making you happy or making you sad, and making good people turn bad, love can last for eternity, or just be a passing fad. It has the ability to heal the sick, and bring others back to life, get you back on the right track, and pull you out of strife. Love seems to be judged not by how much you love, but by how much others love you, it can only be honest, loyal and caring, if the love you feel is true. Love is a verb, it's a doing word, anybody can say "I love you"- it is all the little things you do, that true love really shines through.
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Caught in a lie until you start to believe; a game played by satan, who came to deceive; enough to pull family ties apart; enough to convince a doubting heart. It can sway your judgement of what you know is right; causer of disease and many a restless night; for a lie to continue, many more must follow; demons delight in the energy of that sorrow. But God Almighty, is a maker of truth; the teachings of Christ are the ultimate proof. When you walk with the Lord;- you can't be led astray- You know that He is listening, every time you pray. So if you're caught in a lie; allow God to vindicate; no one can argue with the Creator of debate; He will show ALL in ways unknown to you; what is a lie and what really is true.
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Life is a living testimony; to God and His infinite Love;
I witness daily His guidance near; Heaven sent from realms above. I am truly greatful and truly blessed; for fear I know not; signs of supernatural protection; show me I am not forgot. I also know while on the path, of what God's planned for me; there's no such thing as failure in fulfilling destiny. I know that God can hear my prayers; His replies are peaceful and instant; and never let me feel as though they're coming from a distance; all around me everyday; the beauty of God's creation; and the privilege of knowing Him, through the Ultimate gift of Salvation; Jesus came and died for us; that we may know the truth; I endeavour to live my life as a spiritual being of proof. Proof that we are not alone; proof that God is the Father; proof that when life leaves this realm, eternity is ever after. I want to use my freewill to honour and praise God's glory; Greeted by the Most High when get to the end of my story.
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Is life a lesson? Your soul's chance to find, whether you're hurtful? Or whether the you're kind? Whether you love? Or whether you hate? And whether your journey is destined by fate? Our minds are amazing, possibilities never end, some choose to use theirs purely for facts, while others prefer pretend. Where do you draw the line with dreams?- are they really real?- your spirits chance to wander, and allow your body to heal?- visits from loved ones, who have passed on, faces you've never seen, things you thought you'd never do, places you've never been. Life may be a mystery, but everyone's given a clue, what you choose to do with yours, is what makes you, you.
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