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Procrastination takes tact, And a lot of thought, One must be careful, Not to get caught! It may start with a cough, Or a quiet groan, Or even an hour or so On the telephone. A “busy day” Is the chant of the man Who tries to get out of All that he can! He spends his time thinking Of ways to get out, Of the chores at hand, And others, no doubt. But it takes an artist, To perfect the game; One with experience And an ill-fame. One who “knows the ropes” And pulls the right strings; Gets his jollies when he Gets out of doing things! Yes, procrastination is an art, And I am an artist supreme; A list of excuses a mile long With a smile,…
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Whisperers (Not good poetry, but good advice) In the shadows they lurk, To do the devils’ work, Talking into the ears of fools; In the back of the church, Wicked hearts search, Whispering out Satan’s “jewels”. The murmuring done, They watch the “fun”, Caused by the words of their mouths; The contentions begin, With disastrous end, Fighting with sword and with ploughs. The critical heart; The tearing apart; The strains on harmony’s hair; The subtle sin, The whisperers gin, Drunken with words of despair. The destruction is done, The victory is won, By Satan, his allies and friends; The preachers’ tears, The peoples’ mirrors, Will bring these t…
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On Tour (On the Roman’s Road) The tour guide said, “Ladies and Gentlemen, on your left as we enter the Roman’s Road, please notice the shabby run-down shack just behind those trees. At one time it was the most influential, prominent building in Christendom; it was, and still is, the first stop on the Romans Road. It enjoyed great blessings, and rose to great heights, while the multitudes stopped by often, but it soon became unpopular, overrun by pride: It was called ‘the beginning’. Notice the crossroads here, the sign post reads 310 Depravity Avenue. There are none righteous here, we see mayhem and violence everywhere. Lock your doors, as it is not safe to even …
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Luke 22:52-53 Then Jesus said unto the chief priests, and captains of the temple, and the elders, which were come to him, Be ye come out, as against a thief, with swords and staves? When I was daily with you in the temple, ye stretched forth no hands against me: but this is your hour, and the power of darkness. The Dark Tomb The Light of the world flickered and dimmed; The Lord of Glory was crucified. Darkness veiled the whole world from Him As blood poured from His wounds and side. His loved ones gathered around His cross, Heard, "It is finished," as Jesus cried - Their souls overwhelmed by grief and loss, Watched as He gave up His life and died. They laid …
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I also have a few secular poems, like the one posted. The Pronoun Family “Her” and “She” two sisters be, Of the grammar clan, Pronoun family. “Us” and “we” two brothers be, by the Pronoun family tree. “Her” and “She” had a brother “He”, Together were a family three; Now “us” loved “Her” and “We” loved “She”, But neither one was loved by brother “He”. So, marriage took place, a time of glee, For “Us” and “Her” and “we” and “She.” “Us” and “Her” soon had little “Me,” While “We” and “She” had little “Tee”! (He was an odd one in the family lot, For in Pronoun family, he found no spot; Though hard he tried in it to fit, He had to change his name to “It”.…
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I wrote this earlier in the day. I kind of like it because it's real - quite real. Hope you enjoy: Another day...a day of pain and of hurt. Another hour...an hour of no eternal worth. Another second...a second deprived of joy. Another week...a week full of the devil’s ploys. (Chorus) This is my life; this, this is my life. Dear Father, when will You come to me? This is my life; this, this is my life. Almighty Jehovah, when will you set me free? Pain...it consumes me, tears me, fills me. Darkness...it surrounds, covers me; I cannot see. Anguish...all I feel, it's true relief I need. Failing...that is all that I do meet. (Chorus) This is my life; this, th…
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Love is… Love is not known until it is shown, And it is revived through giving; Love is not felt until cold hearts melt, Then it brings joy to the living. Love is a force that will run its course, Only when hard hearts are tender; Love is the emotion which animates a notion, And brings great joy to its sender. Love is the season which salts all reason, And allows us to be what we’re not; Love is the magic that bewilders the tragic, And turns us from lukewarm to hot! Love is the art that burdens the heart, To give the Gospel to the poor; Love is the ray that lightens our way, It’s the Truth, the Life, and the Door. Love is the feeling that sets my he…
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LOVE Love, speeding by, as an arrow in the night; Catching loose ends as they cut through the fog; Reeling, this way, and that. Finding solid ground for a tender foot; Catching a mere glimpse of it’s feathery breech; Longing inside to grasp its tender boughs; Reaching out to empty, endless streets, As it aims its darts at eternal bliss. Love, elusive as a summer breeze, As quick as a lightning bolt creasing the sky; A fleeting moment, a tear-stained cheek, Love sustained, yet out of reach. As awesome as a hurricane’s fury, As gentle as a flowering hillside; As tranquil and vast as a great chasm, As majestic as the mountain’s rills. Love, the tool of…
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My Captain
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Two worldviews contrasted - that of humanism/atheism (ie. the world's vain philosophies) versus that of true Christianity (ie. of faith). Which view is yours? Which one reflects the condition of your heart? Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, …
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Onesimus We find, in the Book of Philemon, the redemption and the restoration of Onesimus, but there is another valuable lesson for us here too. There is a certain “work” that salvation produces which is a work of righteousness. In this Book, we see that Onesimus, after he was saved, became concerned about restoring that which he had apparently stolen. At great risk some have felt compelled to make right a certain thing in their life, even though it took place while they were ignorant and in sin. Some, though no real risk was involved, could not afford to “make things right” and the sacrifice they made to do so became a great burden on them, but they did it anyway…
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Am I the only one writing on this thread? Come on, let's get busy! There must be more writers out there!
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I sat down and wrote some of this late Saturday night a long time ago (it seems like a long time ago, anyway), and I wrote the rest Sunday afternoon. It's not that good, and some stuff's wrong with it (example: 45. when referring to a pistol, when it's supposed to be .45), but here it is. God bless. Time: 12:32 a.m. Place: The United States Paranormal Investigative Base in South Georgia. Date: 2/9/2013. "See anything, Phil old boy?" a base guard, named Gabriel Collins, asked his partner. The two men were seated side-by-side at the OBservance center of the base - a place where the images of every video camera in the base could be viewed in a nine …
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I have a series called I.S.E. I've done some work on. This is the longest thing I've written on it; it's not that good, as it's a year and a half old or so, and there's some grammatical errors. But, if you're interested, here it is - think, "Christian Star Trek": Prologue The year is 2204. Man's ability to travel in space has risen drastically since 1969, when he first set foot on the moon. Space travel is almost as normal now as driving a car was then - yes, a lot can happen in two hundred and thirty years. The last seventy years have been hard ones for earth, as they have been riddled with war. Whether it was communists against capitalists, terrorists ag…
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Several years ago, I believe the Lord has moved me to write poems that re-cap the Old and New Testaments. Because of the length of the O.T., I have decided to submit only the New for now. I hope it can be a blessing to someone. THE NEW TESTAMENT Matthew portrays Christ as a great King, As through it
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The Old Testament Genesis, the Book of the beginnings of life, Tells of Creation of man and his wife; The book of governments and family trees, The story of peoples, and their lands and the seas. Exodus, the book of Egypt
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I wrote this poem for a mother of a little boy who had suffered so much. He had multiple surgeries by the time he was eight, and hung on to life with a thin strand. I never met the boy, nor do I know any of his family, but I know a God that does--and what a wonderful God he is. He is able; His grace is sufficient for all maladies; Our hope is in Him only. If he is still alive, Benjamin would be about 10-12 by now, and would have received an abundance of the sweet grace of God. Little Benjamin I shed a tear this morning For a boy I do not know; Little eight year old Benjamin, Who has suffered so; Who desires nothing but a normal life, And has been strugglin…
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I wrote a song too, but don't know how to get permission to use the tune, so I just keep it in my records. (Actually, you could say it is merely a poem) The Lord of Calvary (Fits the tune of
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If I put this in the wrong category--- please move it. I didn't see a section for songs. Enjoy! In Christ's Name ~ Molly
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[attachment=20] The wise men followed a distant star, it was a light unto their paths through a world of darkness. That star led them to Jesus. We would do well to also follow that star, to let its light be our guide; to come to Jesus. This star has moved now, from Bethlehem to Calvary. It is the
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I am not a poet, but the Lord put this on my heart.... MY LORD IS GOOD, AND SWEET, AND GRACIOUS AND DAILY TO ME SO KIND, NO MATTER HOW OFTEN I FAIL HIM, NO MATTER HOW SPIRITUALLY BLIND. HE TAKES MY HAND AND LEADS ME, AND REMINDS ME OFTEN "YOU'RE MINE". THOUGH TIMES SEEM SO TROUBLED IN THIS WICKED SIN SICK PLACE, I KNOW, I TRUST, I AWAIT THAT CALL TO LOOK UPON THE LAMB'S FACE!
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Free! Once I was a slave And sin and shame my heart did flood But Jesus came and rescued me And bought me back with his own blood I'm free from sin and shame Bought with the price of Christ my Lord He died for me, he took my blame And now I'm free forever more Today I praise his name To do his will my hearts desire He saved me when to him I came He ransomed me that very hour Some day he'll take me home To live with him in Gloryland I don't deserve the love he's shown But my life is in his hand
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MY SANTA My Santa does not come just once a year, He abides within, making every day Christmas: He does not slide down some dirty old chimney, But He
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A British supermarket is currently running a Christmas advert featuring a song of Christian testimony. How can I keep from singing? R Lowry wrote the words, Sankey wrote the music. (Lowry also wrote "Low in the grave, he lay .... Hallelujah! What a Saviour!) My life flows on in endless song; Above earth
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[align=center]The White Feather Once upon a morning pretty And by a lake not near the city Two friends walked & there they talked In the misty dew afore rooster cocked A time before buds come forth on trees In early spring with still cool breeze She spoke of him & he of her Of feelings right, & good & pure Not so often and really quite rarely Could one ever feel such things so fairly Moments become minutes & minutes, hours Amidst the birds, & butterflies, & flowers As they spoke of times, & tunes & things A dove flew over flapping her wings As if in slow motion above she hovered They in a breathless moment she co…
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He lies on a bed, on the edge of death; the malady came upon him very suddenly, it gripped his heart, and there is no cure known to mortal man. He and I grew up together, soul mates, and yet, there is nothing I can do to help him. He is given only hours to live. The doctors are mystified, his family is terrified, his friends, horrified at the sight of him lying there so helpless, in the clutches of deaths
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