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Carmen Profit Poem
A little baby dying,
A mother crying,
A father hoping,
A broken heart,
A pray sent out,
A dog lost,
A grand father searching
A funearel
The sky,
The stars,
The dark,
Bright lite,
A golden gate,
I'm home.
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He stood on the shores,
looking out at the crowed
all the faces that stair back at him,
Teach us they said,
about heaven
give us that living water
that you talk about.
Show us the way
to eternal life,
forgive us our sins,
He stood their for a minute,
without word he blessed the fish,
and the bread so all would eat
he showed them miracles they
did not understand.
then quietly departed to
the other side of the sea.
They followed him calling him master
the son of man.
Jesus was his name.
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I have looked death in the face,
did not like what I saw.
Depart from me I told it
not wanting face realete.
God created you, and
God can destroy you I said to it.
It just stood their looking at me
It was not scarry not way people
made it out to be.
He looked like an angel
Death is over come
death is dead
Death is overcome
By Jesus our Lord.
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Sound's all around,
nothing making any since
Trying to block it all out.
Voice's of God is Quiet
does he here me?
I pray for so many people,
but their is to many
I can't get to them all.
Lord I'm not strong,
but through you I know
I can do all things.
Yelling, screaming,
Crying what pain
I see, and here.
What do I do now?
I give it all to your holy throne
Leave the sword at your feet.
Thank-you Jesus
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He stood in the doorway
you can see the worry upon his face
trying to make a life for his family.
He look's at his hands
they seem so strong
yet so week.
He feels like he failed his family
let them down
he painfully falls to his knee's
He mumbles under his breath,
"I can't do it without you Lord
Please help me" He pray's
one foot with a roof over his head
one foot on the street
and not much for his family
He stood in the doorway
praying for his family
"thank-you"
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He was beaten,
And abused,
Spit upon, and kicked,
He was laughed at,
and mocked.
His home was not a castle,
but a lonely animal trough
His Crown was not made of Gold,
but made of thorns
His robes were not of fine linen
but of rags
His throne was not made of Jewels
but of an old tree.
Were he hung
He was crucified for the sins of the world
His name was, is, and always will be
the I AM Jesus Christ.
the Lord of lord, King of kings
The world's savior.
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Doors open, door closes
Laughter echo's from behind
Look behind I see little eye's staring back.
Mommy, the little voice call's out
hand reaching out from the door.
hiding with laughter
I look around
pretending that I don't see him
jumping out from his hiding place
he yell's
Peek-a-boo.
His eye's are full of love it's
u my son. I love u.
Peek-a-boo to you too.
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