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The dew that did I talked to the morning dew At the crack of dawn; I said whatever you’re about to do Don’t!-- But it did. The sun came up, and the dew died And that was what it did; Don’t you do what the dew did Lest you end up dead. It resurrected the next day though, And did what the dew does do; You may ask what it is the dew did do, But don’t! It did just what it did. It did what it’s supposed to do, And did it well indeed; But when the sun came up, the dew did die, Until the dawn comes again. Each day the dew is renewed Every morn it comes to life, But what the dew does, don’t you do, For the morning will not come for you; You will not b…
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I Saw God by William Leroy Stidger I saw God bare his soul one day Where all the earth might see The stark and naked heart of him On lonely Calvary. There was a crimson sky of blood And overhead a storm; When lightning slit the clouds And light engulfed his form. Beyond the storm a rainbow lent A light to every clod, And on that cross mine eyes beheld The naked soul of God.
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I feel kinda dumb saying this but I just wrote my first poem in almost 8 years. I wrote alot of silly, fun poetry as a high schooler, wasting time I should have used doing schoolwork. :frog I have been reading you guys' stuff and it is so good! I don't like to show emotion very much and poetry to me is very emotional so often I avoid it. But anyway I thought that this should be the one I should start back with......I don't know that it will be very encouraging to anyone but maybe it will make somebody think....especially those of you who are teens!!! Thanks for reading.... [b]Mom[/b] She packed my lunch with care and love, Sent me out with a loving sho…
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I thought I had already posted this here, but I couldn't find it so here it is again! [size=18]I've Gone Home[/size] I
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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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Long, long ago when I took college entrance exams, I scored "bonehead" level on the English portion. Throughout my high school years, English consisted of an "experimental" curriculum that majored on literature while grammar and writing skills were excluded. The last time I had any sentence structure education was for a time when I was in the 6th grade! That's sad! I suppose one benefit of reading literature though was that it familiarized me with Old English which in turn made the KJV very simple to read. Years later after I'd homeschooled our 4 kids with a Christian curriculum (I was a stay-at-home mom), I took the entrance exams again....and scored the level for Englis…
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Lord, I opened up the vault where I keep all my faults, I started to look around, at all the junk lying on the ground. As I looked inside I began to wonder What could it have been That stopped Your voice of thunder, "Get out of here; you have to much sin!" But as I travel farther inside And see more of what I've tried to hide, I am more than filled with disgust, For all the things I see: the sin, the filth, the lust. So again I wonder why, After I've done all of this You still sent your Son to die, Even after all I've done amiss. How could You love me so That You would let Your blood flow? For someone who didnt care, You did f…
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Our dearest friends lost their 22 year old daughter a couple of years ago and another friend lost his wife Thanksgiving day last year. This poen is written as a tribute to their pain. My love is gone My heart cries out in anguish Yet no one hears my plea My world has stopped Yet others still move I cannot hear Yet others speak I stand here weeping While others laugh My love is gone Yet life goes on I cry out to God But does he hear I ask why Knowing there is no answer Sleep flees my grasp Yet weariness is present Alone with the memories Alive with my ache My love is gone Yet life goes on An inward tug No not yet Prayer is a thought I hurt …
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View Edit [for Lady Certainly] That night, we swore our faithfulness unto the very end. We all spoke in a proud, courageous tone. Bu when the temple guards came, armed, into Gethsemane, we ran. He had to face them all alone. Three years we walked with Him. We saw the miracles He did. His Words had brought us joy as never known in all the world before those days. Despite all He had done for us, we left Him standing there alone. Three trials, before priests, prince, and governor; and then the scourge that flayed His skin, and…
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I wrote this poem (PDF link below) when my daughter Darcy, her husband Seth,and their three day old son Simon Lance were killed in a car accident on July 13th, 2001. Praise the Lord, they are saved and are now in glory! http://www.disciplemakerministries.org/PDF%20Files/Poems/A%20Garden%20of%20Memories.pdf
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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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Dear Lord remember me 1. Dear Lord remember me a sinner weak, and vile full of impiety, and fraught with sin and guile. I cannot hope but in thy blood remember me oh Lord for good. 2. Unable to depend on nature, strength, and power, Jesus befriend teach thee to trust thee more, save me from sin and all its smart. Oh save me from my treacherous heart. 3.Upon my oath I rest my feeble soul secure, by sin I am oppressed, but thy salvation's sure. Though like a bottle in the smoke, I know thy vessels can't be broke. 4. Tis true, dear Lord, I am A sinner vile indeed! Yet hoping in the Lamb, who deigned for such to bleed And while the Spirit seals my heart My sou…
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He had mercy for my sinful soul; His heart throbbed for me 'till His last breath; And I tremble at this truth I know: It's His love for me that caused His death. It's His precious blood that washed me clean, And I'm counted righteous for ever! I can come before the Holy King Who receives my praise and hears my pray'r. His love for me is so wonderful-- It's the deepest love I've ever known! Filling my heart and wooing my soul Each day and 'till I'm finally home. - 23 November, 2008
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[i]I have decided to rearrange the order of the verses, so it more reflects the Biblical pattern of salvation to service. I also changed one phrase from "the house of God" to "the Father's house". It sounded more personal, and doesn't just give the impression that I am inviting others to church, but to the Saviour.[/i] [size=18]Compel Them To Come In[/size] All things are now ready, sinner, come in from the cold, Come in from the streets and lanes, enter into His fold. Calling for the blind, when your sins have blocked your view, Calling for the lame, when your sins have crippled you, Calling for the poor, there is great treasure still in sight; Come in from th…
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Gangsters and etc. Gangsters of old, brash and bold, Men who sought fortune and fame; Men of renown, known all over their town, They thought that vice was a game. They killed without thought, until they were caught, Then someone else took their place; Many men died, many wives cried
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I was reading about this guy, who put a bunch of kittens underwater until they drowned. Lots of them. Little fluffy faces no longer cute as the hair was pulled back against the face, little tongues falling out of the mouths that couldn't get air. The little meows silenced by the water, the only one heard was the cries of the mother who could run away, that is, until she got drowned too. It wasn't just kittens and cats, this guy drowned puppies too. Happy hopping, face licking, tail wagging, puppies, put under water until all the air in the tiny little puppy lungs was gone and life ended with one last little spasm. Oh, the doggy mother saw this too, wasn't able to …
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Hope this can be a blessing to someone. Our Little One Didn't know if you were a boy or girl. Would your hair be straight, or would it curl? Would you be dark like your Daddy, or would you be fair skinned like me? Would you love to run and play outside, or be a homebody by Momma's side? Would your mind in the clouds often wander, or would engineering feats, be what you ponder? The Lord never let us know these things, but he knew the joy you'd bring. Even carrying you for such a short time, making me yearn for a new Little One in His time. Your time with us was, oh so brief. Your loss, brought us so much grief. Yet through it all, I…
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This is a poem my mother taught me. I think it is from Scotland. `Not till the loom is silent, and the shuttle cease to fly, Will God unfold His wisdom, and explain the reason why, The dark threads are as needful, in the weaver`s skilful hands, As the threads of gold and silver, in the pattern He has planned.` `For whom He foreknew, He also predestined to be conformed to the image of His Son,...` (Rom. 8: 29) Marilyn.
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I'm fine, I'm fine. There's nothing whatever the matter with me. I'm just as healthy as I can be. I have arthritis in both of my knees, And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze. My pulse is weak and my blood is thin, But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in. My teeth eventually will have to come out, And I can't hear a word unless you shout. I'm overweight and I can't get thin, But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in. Arch supports I have for both my feet Or I wouldn't be able to walk down the street. Sleep is denied me every night, And every morning I'm really a sight. My memory is bad and my head's a-spin, And I practically live on aspirin, But I'm a…
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Ok, ok, here's my half-baked attempt at (uuugggh ) poetry! When you go visit the American city, you might find it very glitzy, but if you take a walk in the park, don't talk to muggers, or they'll take you apart! Oh mugger, oh mugger, your time has come to answer for your crime, we love our honey's, we love our families, we love our money, to not put up with your crime! Let's take a walk through the suburbs and ghettos, there you'll find everyone from rich men to peddlers, but if you're a mugger out looking for a thrill, if the cops don't get you, Charles Bronson will! It is sunny day, and joggers are making their way, yet, the mugger hi…
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The Mirror I took a nice not so long look in the mirror today. I want to tell you what I saw: a little girl of about 13 years old sitting in a corner, all alone, for no one else to see. I looked around and there was no one there. I wanted so badly to console this little girl with a tear stained face. I asked why it was that she was crying. I thought I saw a glimmer of hope in this little girls face, but then she looked away. She whispered,
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here is a poem that Dr. BOB Jones Sr. used to quote quite often. It is one of my favorites. I copied it from his biography, which is called "Builder of Bridges". Don't look so much at the style as the storyline: A Builder of Bridges An old man, traveling a lone highway, Came at the eventide cold and gray, To a chasm vast and deep and wide. The old man crossed in the twilight dim, The sullen stream held no fears for him, But he stopped when he reached the other side, And built a bridge to span the tide. “Old man”, said a fellow pilgrim near, “You are wasting your strength with building here; Your journey will end with the ending day, You never again wil…
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O world, O world, why all the trouble, Running to and fro for answers in vain? Why set up solutions to make more problems And destroy yourself piece by piece? You spend billions and years to fight nasty AIDS, And teach "safe sex" to the innocent young: When God's Word says firm and clear: "Thou shalt not commit adultery." Teach husbands and wives to be faithful to each other, Teach the young ones to keep clean for their future spouses. So, why, O why, shake your fist against God, When His way is clearly the best? You hold meetings and debates to stop wars, And beg and plead for an end to all nukes: When God's Word stands strong and says: "Thou shalt do no…
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I am not a poet, I am a studier of the old days and things. You know the Baptist name was a lot more common a hundred years ago. Back in the days an unknown person wrote this poem. It is a little short and simple, but it is from the old days. Baptist, Baptist, Baptist, Baptist till I die, I'd rather be a Baptist, and eat that Baptist pie
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