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Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Saturday, November 3, 2012
DO WE NEED THIS KIND?
A wind of change is in the air.
Do we need this kind?
Is it really fair?
Do we really need bailouts?
Along with many, I have my doubts!
We are living in perilous times.
Too much greed, too much crimes.
Poor are poorer, rich are richer.
Are you finally getting the picture?
11 Timothy 3:1
''This know also,
that in the last days
perilous times shall come.''
But we don`t have to fear.
''And when these things begin
to come to pass; then look up,
and lift up your heads;
for your redemption draws near.''
( Luke 21:28 )
By poetalthomas
I Carry Your Heart with Me
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in
my heart) I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
by E.E. Cummings
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Rended My Enemies
Such victory one can declare
Healing to the mind of every care.
Broken cords of entanglement
Are gone for good.
Freedom from all oppression,
Shattered depression.
Rended my enemies
In pieces!
Freedom as you go,
Rejoice for God is good.
It's grand to know
Fear not the oppression of the enemy
For it shall not stand.
Be joyful in the Lord
While He holds your hand.
Read My Word to grasp Truth
To learn I AM for you!
Forget things of old
Trust in the Truth told!
by Anthony Reagan
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A Mother's Love
There are times only when a Mother's love
Can understand our tears,
Can soothe our disappointments
And calm all our fears.
There are times when only a Mother's Love
Can share the joy we feel
When something we've dreamed about
Quite suddenly is real.
There are times when only a Mother's faith
Can help on life's way
And inspire in us the confidence
We need from day to day.
For a Mother's heart and a Mother's faith
And a Mother's steadfast love
Were fashioned by the Angels
And sent from God above...
by Michael O. Adesanya
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Saturday, September 15, 2012
Voice Of An Angel
I commited so much crime,
It was pretty much like a flood...
And then one day i shot the wrong way
And I shed an innocent person's blood...
Now, the cops had me surrounded
There was nowhere I could go...
So, I threw down my gun
And got on the ground real low...
Well, they cuffed me and they stuffed me,
And then they hauled me away...
And they locked me in an ice cold cell
Until my trial day...
Now, the courts proved I was a terrible person,
You see...
So, the jury found me guilty
And the judge threw the book at me...
The sentence I received was harsh,
he gave me twenty-five to life...
I knew right then and there,
I've lost my children and my wife...
So, from that moment on
It seemed like all I could do was cry...
Because everything I love I've lost
And I just wanted to die...
Then I heard this voice
Ask me why I'm falling apart...
I said, because I'm lost and alone,
There's emptiness in my heart...
This voice said, If I accept Jesus as my savior,
Then he will come to be...
The one who fills my heart with love
And truly sets me free..
So, I listened to this voice
And I did everything just right...
And before I fell asleep
The Lord came to me that night...
And now that he has set me free
And helped lift me from my hell...
I owe a thanks
To the voice of an angel in my cell...
by Robert A. Vorce aka Tony
(written at OSP - Oregon State Penitentiary - 2001)
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