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Nicodemus the Pharisee

I came to you by night, O Rabbi
Seeking truth and light from your words
You spoke of heavenly things, O Rabbi
But I could not grasp their meaning

You said I must be born again, O Rabbi
Of water and of the Spirit
You said you were the Son of Man, O Rabbi
Who came to save the world from sin

I saw you stand before the council, O Rabbi
Accused of crimes you did not do
You kept your silence and your dignity, O Rabbi
While they mocked and spat on you

I heard you say before the governor, O Rabbi
That your kingdom is not of this world
You wore a crown of thorns and a purple robe, O Rabbi
While they hailed you as a king in scorn

I watched you carry your cross, O Rabbi
To the place of the skull, Golgotha
You hung there in agony and love, O Rabbi
Forgiving those who killed you

I came to you by night, O Rabbi
Bringing spices and aloes for your tomb
You were wrapped in linen and laid to rest, O Rabbi
But I knew this was not the end

You rose again on the third day, O Rabbi
Defeating death and darkness
You showed me your wounds and your glory, O Rabbi
And I believed in you as Lord and Christ

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Heartily I Say

Heartily I say, rejoice 
and be happy.
For among you stands
A pious man, 
A holy man,
A chosen man
Who has seen.
Miracles and wonders
Who has seen the heavens.
Open up and the lords.
spirits come
Pouring down
in thunderous
clouds of lightening
striking the congregation
with the power of the holy spirit

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My love for you is deeper than the sea

My love for you is deeper than the sea
That stretches far beyond the horizon
And sparkles with a thousand stars at night
You are the sun that brightens up my day
The moon that guides me through the darkest hour
The breeze that cools me in the summer heat

You are the music that fills up my ears
The melody that lingers in my mind
The harmony that soothes my troubled soul
You are the fragrance that perfumes the air
The flower that blooms in every season
The honey that sweetens up my life

You are the reason that I wake each day
The purpose that inspires all I do
The joy that fills my heart with gratitude
You are my everything, my all, my love
The one I cherish more than words can say
The one I want to spend my days with you

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A Mountain Climbing

A Mountain climbing I will go
over the foot paths
Over the cobble stones
Up and up I go step by step
higher and higher I climb
Over the boulders and over the rocks 
Onwards and upwards
to the tip pity top I go.

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Mary Smith, a Famous Knocker-Upper

Mary Smith, a famous knocker-upper
in London's East End,
Shot dried peas with her pea shooter.
At workers windows
to wake them up
to get to work on time
Every morning
Mary walks up and down
the east end with her pea shooter
Shooting dried peas at the shattered windows
waking everybody up to that familiar tune
of tap tap tapping dried peas
on my window.

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Cameroon

Cameroon, oh Cameroon,
Land of beauty and grace.
Your splendor I embrace.
Your people, proud and strong,
With hearts that beat as one.
Their voices rise in song,
Beneath the African blue skies.
Cameroon, land of the rising sun,
Where the savannah meets the sea.
A place of beauty, where life begun,
And the people are proud and free.
From the cities to the plains,
Your beauty knows no bounds.
Your pure healing lagoons astounds,
And your wildlife abounds.
The elephants roam free,
The lions roar with pride.
The gorillas in the trees,
A sight you can't hide.
Cameroon, oh Cameroon,
Your majesty is clear.
A land of wonder and beauty,
A place we hold dear.

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Swooning To the Bassoon

At 3 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon
In the month of June Mr. Cartoon 
was heard singing along attune 
At the neighborhood saloon 
swooning to a swinging bassoon
harmonizing along with the platoon 
from Camp Lejeune 
all day and all night they crooned 
first under the sun and then the moon.

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Devil's Door

A Hundred-year-old rosewood door
Was found today in an old liquor store.
Buried Beneath the basement floor 
so, the story goes 
For a century she laid dead 
shot up with bullet holes and blood stains 
According to an old newspaper clipping, 
It was hung before the civil war and opened as a liquor store against the law without a judge or jury  
It opened its door that Sunday afternoon 
Creating such an uproar a hundred women or more stormed the liquor store and tore down that devil's door singing never more will you open your door.

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The Orchestra of the Sea

If you Listen closely on a quiet evening 
during a starry filled night 
breathlessly still without a breeze. 

you might hear the salty sea 
singing in waves which crash to a beat
against the beach in rhythmic time 
dancing its way back onto the sea floor 

To the tune of the musicians 
behind the bar the brittle stars, 
sea cucumbers, sea stars, snails, 
clams, bristle worms, and crabs 
the orchestra of the sea.

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Pins and Needles

pins and needles sewn across the bed in threads of yellow-brown and rosy, red stitched across my sheets and embroidered to my bed and pillow eye to eye with pins and needles a prickly pair pinned to my bed and pillow