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The tears that you spill, the sorrowful, are sweeter than the laughter of snobs and the guffaws of scoffers.
quote by Kahlil Gibran
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The Chronicles of A New Day part 9 Fey in Metaphors
ok...ok
sure.., maybe some other day
not today
i just dont have those feelings... i dont know
i have not leanred to show
love and affection... 'your first girl friend will be crazy'
these words burned into my head as i crumpled my daisy
i would not even try for love all those scoffers could the be right?
maybe thats true, but what is scary is what my retort was
because of what i said i will now suffer great hardship
poem by David Knox
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Against Evil Company
Why should I join with those in Play,
In whom I've no delight,
Who curse and swear, but never pray,
Who call ill Names, and fight.
I hate to hear a wanton Song,
Their Words offend my Ears:
I should not dare defile my Tongue
With Language such as theirs.
Away from Fools I'll turn my Eyes,
Nor with the Scoffers go;
I would be walking with the Wise,
That wiser I may grow.
From one rude Boy that's us'd to mock
Ten learn the wicked Jest;
One sickly Sheep infects the Flock,
And poysons all the rest.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Psalm 39 part 1
v.1-3
C. M.
Watchfulness over the tongue.
Thus I resolved before the Lord,-
"Now will I watch my tongue;
Lest I let slip one sinful word,
Or do my neighbor wrong."
And if I'm e'er constrained to stay
With men of lives profane,
I'll set a double guard that day,
Nor let my talk be vain.
I'll scarce allow my lips to speak
The pious thoughts I feel,
Lest scoffers should th' occasion take
To mock my holy zeal.
Yet if some proper hour appear,
I'll not be overawed,
But let the scoffing sinners hear
That I can speak for God.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Psalm 18 part 3
v.30,31,34,35,46-50
L. M.
Rejoicing in God.
Just are thy ways, and true thy word,
Great Rock of my secure abode:
Who is a God beside the Lord?
Or where's a refuge like our God?
'Tis he that girds me with his might,
Gives me his holy sword to wield,
And while with sin and hell I fight,
Spreads his salvation for my shield.
He lives, and blessed be my Rock!
The God of my salvation lives:
The dark designs of hell are broke;
Sweet is the peace my Father gives.
Before the scoffers of the age
I will exalt my Father's name,
Nor tremble at their mighty rage,
But meet reproach, and bear the shame.
To David and his royal seed
Thy grace for ever shall extend;
Thy love to saints in Christ their Head
Knows not a limit, nor an end.
poem by Isaac Watts
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I shall make some slips no doubt, and shall perhaps talk in second-hand language, but not for long: the living image of what I saw will always be with me and will always correct and guide me. Oh, I am full of courage and freshness, and I will go on and on if it were for a thousand years! Do you know, at first I meant to conceal the fact that I corrupted them, but that was a mistake — that was my first mistake! But truth whispered to me that I was lying, and preserved me and corrected me. But how stablish paradise — I don't know, because I do not know how to put it into words. After my dream I lost command of words. All the chief words, anyway, the most necessary ones. But never mind, I shall go and I shall keep talking, I won't leave off, for anyway I have seen it with my own eyes, though I cannot describe what I saw. But the scoffers do not understand that. It was a dream, they say, delirium, hallucination. Oh! As though that meant so much! And they are so proud! A dream! What is a dream? And is not our life a dream? I will say more. Suppose that this paradise will never come to pass (that I understand), yet I shall go on preaching it. And yet how simple it is: in one day, in one hour everything could be arranged at once!
quote by Dostoyevsky
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Psalm 4
v. 1-3,5-7
L. M.
Hearing of prayer.
O God of grace and righteousness,
Hear and attend when I complain;
Thou hast enlarged me in distress,
Bow down a gracious ear again.
Ye sons of men, in vain ye try
To turn my glory into shame;
How long will scoffers love to lie,
And dare reproach my Savior's name?
Know that the Lord divides his saints
From all the tribes of men beside;
He hears the cry of penitents,
For the dear sake of Christ that died.
When our obedient bands have done
A thousand works of righteousness,
We put our trust in God alone,
And glory in his pardoning grace.
Let the unthinking many say,
"Who will bestow some earthly good?"
But, Lord, thy light and love we pray;
Our souls desire this heav'nly food.
Then shall my cheerful powers rejoice,
At grace and favors so divine;
Nor will I change my happy choice
For all their corn, and all their wine.
poem by Isaac Watts
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After While. A Poem Of Faith
I THINK that though the clouds be dark,
That though the waves dash o'er the bark.
Yet after while the light will come,
And in calm waters safe at home
The bark will anchor.
Weep not, my sad-eyed, gray-robed maid.
Because your fairest blossoms fade,
That sorrow still o'erruns your cup,
And even though you root them up,
The weeds grow ranker.
For after while your tears shall cease,
And sorrow shall give way to peace;
The flowers shall bloom, the weeds shall die,
And in that faith seen, by and by
Thy woes shall perish.
Smile at old Fortune's adverse tide,
Smile when the scoffers sneer and chide.
Oh, not for you the gems that pale,
And not for you the flowers that fail;
Let this thought cherish:
That after while the clouds will part,
And then with joy the waiting heart
Shall feel the light come stealing in,
That drives away the cloud of sin
And breaks its power.
And you shall burst your chrysalis,
And wing away to realms of bliss,
Untrammelled, pure, divinely free,
Above all earth's anxiety
From that same hour.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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A Poem Of Faith
I think that though the clouds be dark,
That though the waves dash o'er the bark,
Yet after while the light will come,
And in calm waters safe at home
The bark will anchor.
Weep not, my sad-eyed, gray-robed maid,
Because your fairest blossoms fade,
That sorrow still o'erruns your cup,
And even though you root them up,
The weeds grow ranker.
For after while your tears shall cease,
And sorrow shall give way to peace;
The flowers shall bloom, the weeds shall die,
And in that faith seen, by and by
Thy woes shall perish.
Smile at old Fortune's adverse tide,
Smile when the scoffers sneer and chide.
Oh, not for you the gems that pale,
And not for you the flowers that fail;
Let this thought cherish:
That after while the clouds will part,
And then with joy the waiting heart
Shall feel the light come stealing in,
That drives away the cloud of sin
And breaks its power.
And you shall burst your chrysalis,
And wing away to realms of bliss,
Untrammelled, pure, divinely free,
Above all earth's anxiety
From that same hour.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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The World...
This world watch it as it comes to end
we had the power to destroy it and we click the button send
we sent our messages we talked away
mumbling and stuttering both frustrated and alone like what did i say
but now this is where the mistakes meet
this is where the eclipse and the end greet
greet one another
giving us a war and a destruction like no other
it hurts i know
but its too late now we were too slow
ARGH it hurts more
my heart is all but tore
is it even there
is there nothing i can do but tear
tear just to see that i can find my heart i need it
don't take my feelings again please
don't throw my love, my anger, my hate to the ends of the seas
I need it ARGH stop now please i beg
as i get nailed to a wooden board with a peg
you cant hurt my now ill fly but ground me
and you'll end me
in an attempt to understand they pinned to the wall like a butterfly
but i slipped right through the needle, this is where the poem changes takes a turn
a turn for the worst worse then turning and burning
now as i fly
my fate is to die
rest assured i cry i wont let them kill
not so they can scoff and have their fill
rest assured something hang
hang just like in the funeral when those scoffers say dang
why did i do that why was i like that why could i be kind
this person's heart in the autopsy we cannot find...
poem by David Knox
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Could You Really Call Me Friend?
I met an acquaintance one day, a man that I can even call a friend,
But he became abrupt about God's Word, claiming it's only pretend.
But God's Word is so real, that it even warns of men like my friend,
Both Peter and Jude warned that scoffers would be a sign of The End.
All men filled with pride who won't believe will fall into deception,
For all are destined once to die, and be judged with no exception.
That all men shall confess Jesus is Lord is a foregone conclusion,
And every soul who fails to embrace Truth will be met with delusion.
For when the antichrist is revealed, the man doomed to destruction.
God will allow men to believe the lie and fall prey to his seduction.
For they will be deceived into believing that the antichrist is God,
This is because upon hearing The Truth they simply chose to scoff.
Satan deceives those who are perishing and by him are still enslaved,
They perish because they refused to love The Truth and so be saved.
Each Believer has died in Christ and has crucified their life of sin,
And they no longer live for self, as Christ Jesus now lives within.
It's not me but The Holy Spirit, in whom The Lord Himself did send,
He was sent as Truth for all to heed, regarding the time of The End.
Friend, I know The Truth in The Word of God is fact and not pretend,
And if I don't share Truth with you, could you really call me friend?
(Copyright © 05/2003)
God Makes Things Happen
Only God can make things happen, as we travel through this life,
Guiding those saved from sin, through the Spirit of Jesus Christ.
Only God can change the heart, which is firmly set in all its ways,
In order to from present sin depart, into a new life of better days.
Everything that happens, God allows, in the lives of me and you,
And everything that God avows, will surely, in His time come true.
He may change our present path, as we live out this present time,
To save us from His future Wrath, which will come by His Design.
One Truth that we all cherish, which comes from God’s Salvation,
Is God desires none to perish, via His Message of Reconciliation.
Allowing men to scoff or embrace, His Truth decreed for Eternity,
God’s Truth of Mercy and of Grace, done at the Cross of Calvary.
God allows all men the choice, in regards to the Truth of His Son,
To scoff at Truth or to rejoice, in the Savior He sent for everyone.
We’re told this would be the case, within the Eternal Word of God,
As believers long to see His face, scoffers shall just see His Rod.
His Rod of Judgment as it happens, shall be just as God avowed,
Upon a world plagued by sins, that a darkened world has allowed.
Though God makes things happen, we still have a choice to make,
To allow God’s Son to live within, or God’s Truth, eternally forsake.
(Copyright ©05/2008)
You Cannot Hate Hate Until You Love Love
If Man would think decisions through,
The world would change each day,
With simple words like 'I love you! '
Based on Christ's words to pray...
For Man can choose the higher path,
God's more excellent way,
Despite the fact that scoffers laugh,
Refusing to obey...
If Man would seek the Lord each time
A brand new day begins,
The world would see less pain, less crime,
Less horrors and less sins...
For Man is more than just one life,
Ask Christ, God's precious Prince,
He conquered death, its sting, its strife,
In Him, each Christian wins...
If Man would set aside his hate,
Forgiveness as the norm,
Then love would be the finest state
To which he could conform...
For Man can cool his heels with prayers,
Beyond the present storm,
To recognise that God still cares,
With steadfast love so warm...
If Man could learn the Gospels well,
What miracles we'd see,
With prophecies that would foretell,
God's greatest mystery...
For Man forgiven, humbled, learns
From Christ and Calvary...
Awaiting Christ, when He returns
To rule with majesty!
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
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poem by Denis Martindale
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Wisdom's Way
Wisdom is calling souls today, to come to God in Wisdom's way,
While Wisdom sends forth her call, upon this world, to every soul,
For Wisdom has prepared for us, a house built on Righteousness,
Built up with seven pillars strong; being complete for every throng.
Wisdom has prepared her feast, for those with plenty, to the least,
While she has set her table for all, for both the great and the small,
Wisdom has sent out her invitation, to all souls without reservation,
Her invitation for all to come, regardless of where are you are from.
She calls the simple to partake, but foolishness they must forsake,
As wicked ways all must spurn, to come to Wisdom and truly learn,
With wisdom being their selection, they must be open to correction,
Learning from every past mistake, as Wisdom's feast, they partake.
As scoffers come along our way, rejecting what Wisdom has to say.
All filled with arrogance and pride, by them, wisdom shall be denied,
Correcting then in Wisdom's name, brings upon one hurt and shame,
For hate the scoffer will project, toward one who chooses to correct.
Will you today heed Wisdom's call, to seek The Lord Who's over all?
Leaving old ways, that you know, so through Wisdom you can grow,
Changing to a life of Righteousness, this as you follow Christ Jesus,
As Wisdom shall multiply your days; with a long life, to God's praise.
(Copyright ©07/2012)
The Living Word
I thank God for the day I heard the proclamation of The Living Word.
Faith comes from hearing, my friend, hearing the very Word of God,
Now The Word goes with me always to be proclaimed wherever I trod.
I thank The Lord as The Living Word entered my heart the day I heard.
The Word is very powerful my friend, as sharp as a two-edged sword.
It penetrates to divide soul and spirit to the attitude of the heart,
Convicting one of what really matters, once The Spirit truly starts.
The Word will fulfill its purpose as The Living God is not ignored.
The Living Word can truly change you, with no doubt about its power.
It took me from a world of darkness, where I lived but had no sight,
And opened my eyes from spiritual blindness into a world of light.
Maybe if you heard The Word you would accept Him this very hour.
But how can they hear and believe if no one has been sent to preach?
How can they have the inner peace deep within that will never cease?
Beautiful are the feet of those who preach the Good News of peace.
That is why I so eagerly choose to seek any available heart to reach.
As you face life's final curtain The Word alone is full of certainty.
God has prepared a place in Paradise for all of those who are His,
And for the unwise, fools and scoffers, He's prepared a fiery abyss.
God's not hindered by your uncertainty and ahead for all is Eternity.
(Copyright ©04/2004)
Problem People
Problem people near and far, cause conflict wherever they are,
They Cause strife far and wide, stirred by darkness deep inside.
With no peace in their heart, conflict each day is bound to start.
Conflict for them is a way of life, causing many pain and strife.
Peace inside they don’t know, causing trouble wherever they go.
These men are part of the life, we’re warned of by Jesus Christ.
In the world there’s tribulation, and they’re found in every nation.
But we can be of good cheer; Jesus overcame trouble down here.
And these men can not hide, the darkness that’s deep down inside.
For in their eyes you can behold, what is inside deep in their soul.
If in their eyes you can see light, they could be somewhat contrite.
If in their eyes there is no light, they inside are dark as the night.
These are the scoffers friend, which Peter warned of in the end.
Bold and arrogant are these men, and by God will be condemned.
They’re like beasts of the field; to common sense they won’t yield.
Like the beasts they will perish, and for this, Christ we can cherish.
They will all be outside the gate, along with their anger and hate.
And this is the time that we await, as Christ’s return we anticipate.
No more darkness or strife, when with Jesus we enter Eternal Life,
And all the grief will be no more, as we cherish Christ forevermore.
Count The Cost
Lord Jesus said to count the cost
Before you follow Him,
Before you seek to save the lost,
Each called as God's pilgrim...
For there are demons left and right,
With scoffers dead ahead
And darkness that's as black as night,
For which Lord Jesus bled...
Lord Jesus said to walk with love,
Yet love's more than a kiss,
Yet God grants you with grace enough
That you won't go amiss...
If you but clasp it to your chests
With footsteps borne of faith,
You may be liked as welcomed guests,
In time, some souls to save...
Lord Jesus said that talk was cheap,
Your actions prove your worth
And what you sow is what you reap,
Like wheat upon this Earth...
The legacy that each would leave
When your life's work is done,
Must merit what you will receive,
Rewarded by God's Son...
Lord Jesus said to count the cost
And most knew what He meant,
Though Jesus Christ was double-crossed,
To His own cross He went...
No angels called to rescue Christ
From what God had revealed,
The Lamb of God was sacrificed
And by His stripes we're healed...
Lord Jesus said eternity
Was offered to the wise
And such were bought at Calvary
Before God's Son would rise...
Evangelists are born not made,
Faithful fishers of men...
That's why the cost is sometimes paid
By Christians now and then...
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
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Redeem The Time!
'Redeem the time! ' the Bible says,
It's there in black and white,
As if the focus of our prayers,
Our wisdom and insight!
With all our lives as open books,
That God surveys each year,
Such that He gives those stern-faced looks
That fill our hearts with fear!
Don't think that God is full of smiles
As He looks on this Earth!
He knows each of the Devil's wiles
And every human's worth!
So watch out, sinners, everywhere!
He's seen your every crime!
To all the scoffers, have a care!
Repent, while there's still time!
I once was young... with jet black hair,
With pearly teeth so white...
And with a smile beyond compare,
With conscience as my guide...
But time, the ancient enemy,
Wore down my outward form,
To leave behind an effigy,
With faith that seemed luke warm...
But God drew near my sinful soul
And whispered soft and low,
'Take time and you will lose control,
Decide which path to go! '
That's when, right then, my time began!
Reborn with faith anew!
Forgiven through the Son of Man...
Christ died for me... and you...
Redeem the time! Esteem it well...
In youth, be strong and brave!
Mid season, hear God's warning bell,
Your precious souls to save!
Who knows the final day, my friend?
Who knows the final hour?
Before you reach your own life's end,
Reach for the Saviour's power!
Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2011.
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Stay Open to Love
Mystic rain pours like roses
We are defendants in the circus
Consciousness with elder serpents
Chains of ancient trees we see not
Wrapped in chaos born in choice
Responsibility severs innocents
Time shares knowledge, guilt
Run in a thousand uniforms
Run in a thousand masks
Chased by the totality
Mirror of stars won’t go away
What is your life?
Who does it belong too?
Mortality reminds us of purpose
Succored in houses
Placid with shallow windows
Our world is made small
See all the prim poems
All the love that will be buried
All the scoffers of portent
Take me away from shame based soul
Please help me run and hide
Divert me with wealth and art
Hide me from the true mirror
We run until we face love
Eternal sea like an allegory of love
Crimson dreams soft as silk
Does the other side peer
I touch clouds that praise
Glimpses of angels and living light
This present darkness dissipates
There thru the window the moon
Now dawn fills with questions
Questions I must search out
The rain washes the streets
Color fills the room
I leave the patterns
Hear a new day gently calling
Washed in self examination
Open to the truth
Open to experience
Open to hope
Open to love
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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A Poem For Denis
Last night, I dreamt and what a dream, in Heaven, there I stood
And walked beside a silver stream that blessed the neighbourhood.
Ten angels flew above my head and pointed where to go.
I changed direction there instead, towards the holy glow.
Lord Jesus welcomed me within and then gave me a crown.
To Him, I was both kith and kin, as He bid me sit down.
A scroll appeared to float mid air and Jesus read it out.
He said to listen close then share with those still prone to doubt.
The poem spoke of many things and prophecies as well
And warned that even mighty kings might even go to Hell.
I trembled as the Lord relayed the future fearful years,
Declaring even those that prayed would bear their share of tears...
The noble soul would cling to Christ by faith and faith alone,
Recalling what He sacrificed in order to atone...
Yet scoffers had no hope at all, for nothing could be done
For those who wouldn't heed God's call and trust His only Son.
That's why the judgments must be sent, each sinner to be judged,
Such times come not by accident, else innocence is touched.
So mark it well and watch the stars, as secrets are revealed
Beyond the realm of calendars, come stars as yet concealed.
The sun and moon must spin in space as God commands them to,
Till Christians meet Christ face-to-face and bid this world, 'Adieu! '
The poem ended suddenly and I woke up dismayed
And as such times seemed close to me, I prayed and prayed and prayed.
Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2012.
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