Literal meaning: The people's lord is their servant.
Related quotes
SARAH PALIN - The Vice-President
Sarah the humble servant of the Lord, in the book of
Pentateuch and a mother who witness the true faith
of Abraham, a servant whose faith, hold her to stand
all the adversities, even sacrificing her outmost being
of offering her beloved husband to Hagar, for the
salvation of the Hebrew's people it is the same faith
that brings her closer to God and fervor the chosen
people, to subdue the earth as many as the stars in sky
and as plenty as the sand in the sea, she is the meaning
of the covenant promised by the God of creation
Sarah, the humble one, win the hearts of anyone who
seek tranquility in one's soul, her presence leads the
faithful to find direction to pursue, the truth of what
the Lord want them to do, a lamp that glitter in the
high way of darkness, of what the soul desired, the
heart speaks, a mother and a faithful servant of God,
Sarah sprouted like a lilies in the desert, which grows in
meadows of dawn, as all are grass lean on with birds,
Bees and butterfly to live, she was the apple of the eyes
in their lives
the virtue of humility sowed by her gentle heart, has
lived among us, our human experiences, have entangle
with meaning of her virtue, it is a renewal of faith of
what we want in life, what we are today, make us
better for tomorrow, a faith of understanding of what
will be the future
Sarah of the past had come to witness and lives at this
moment, she is a mother that cares and nurture her
sibling, even the pain of rejection she stand, for the
love she cherish is not but life itself, in her bosom heart
she is a mother, worth to follow, whose faith lives in her
heart, a woman who was present of the past and
remembered in the future, till her last sweat that drops in
her life leads to her knees; she is the servant of Alaska,
who comes to know that beyond those boundaries their
are people who need her undying service to be filled
Sarah is alive today, she is our today... a woman who
trust the Lord in all her life.... we have come to build our
future... it is the unity of our faith that moves us to pursue
our joy.... a happiness brings that beacon our hearts, its a
change........a chance...... and a choice.......to believe....
Sarah Palin
poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Literal meaning: He left the party without having Hommos.
Literal meaning: The fisherman is the shark's friend.
Literal meaning: Save your white penny for your black day.
Literal meaning: Give me long life and throw me in the sea.
Literal meaning: Give the dough to baker even if he eats half of it.
The sea, the great unifier, is man's only hope. Now, as never before, the old phrase has a literal meaning: we are all in the same boat.
quote by Jacques Yves Cousteau
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
A servant of God has but one Master. It ill becomes the servant to seek to be rich, and great, and honored in that world where his Lord was poor, and mean, and despised.
quote by George Muller
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Woe to the makers of literal translations, who by rendering every word weaken the meaning! It is indeed by so doing that we can say the letter kills and the spirit gives life.
Don’t Cry For Me Africa
Don’t cry for me Africa
Because I will never let you out of my mind
I hear your voices people of Africa
I hear your cries people of Africa
I see pain in your eyes people of Africa
It is hard to describe what you people of Africa are going through
Poverty strikes you all people of Africa
Don’t cry for me Africa
Because I will keep you in my prayers people of Africa
Power to the people of Africa
People of Africa lift your spirit higher
Lord is the light and truth people of Africa
The Lord sends you a message from his heart to you people of Africa
He said because I love you
I will answer your prayers
I hear your prayers
Don’t cry for me Africa
Because you have a friend that is the Lord
People of Africa continue doing the Lords work
Make a wish people of Africa
The people of Africa are looking at the Lord face to face
Lord here is no paradise
We dream a little dream said the people of Africa to the Lord
The People of Africa Pray that the Lord will give each other strength every day
Don’t cry for me Africa
Save the people of Africa
Strengthened the people of Africa each day
Because I’ll be there in your dreams people of Africa
The people of Africa tells The Lord how much they love him
Don’t cry for me Africa
Lord comes when you are ready people of Africa
Feelings you have for your Lord People of Africa
And I know you will never let it die
Nothing but flowers the people of Africa will plant in the sea shore for the Lord
Don’t cry for me Africa
The people of Africa needs hope to heal there land
The Lord rose up on you people of Africa
Don’t cry for me Africa
My heart will go on
Once I close this door of the ship I will sail across the Atlantic Sea
poem by Aldo Kraas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Today... 'Holy Servant
Oh Holy Servant of God
The pathways of earth You trod
walked with mankind healing the blind
Oh Holy Servant of God
Oh Holy Servant of God
the hill of Calvary You trod
and from that cross You saved the lost
Oh Holy Servant of God
Oh Holy Servant of God
all the way to the grave You trod
and from that grave reached out to save
Oh Holy Servant of God
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)
Freedom To Serve
Become God’s servant to be free, when you go through Calvary,
The only place on earth indeed, when as a servant you are freed;
Freed through the Blood of Christ, from the bondage of this life,
A Freedom only known to man, through God’s Redemptive Plan.
God bought us out of slavery, with precious Blood from Calvary,
Purchased from the market of sin; granting freedom deep within,
Freedom by us that wasn’t sought, which the Lord for us bought,
Offering His Son, our Lord Jesus, as payment made for all of us.
When we’re freed, we’re then sent, by our Lord, as God’s servant,
Here in service to the Son of God, on this earth that we now trod,
No longer slaves in bondage to sin, we delight in service for Him,
Now as we serve the King of kings, our new freedom in Him rings.
We’re now free to serve our Lord, as Christ’s Body, in one accord,
Now serving with the mind of Christ, for God gave us all New Life,
Eternal Life, which we don’t deserve, which is why we gladly serve,
By God’s Grace, with freedom, as God’s servants in His Kingdom.
All because God paid that price, when His Son became a sacrifice,
Christ, Who had no reason to die, served as a Lamb, for you and I,
To grant us real freedom my friend, that from The Lord has no end,
As we come to The Lord Jesus, to serve eternally in God’s Service.
(Copyright ©08/2010)
Help Me Lord
Help me Lord, to be the person You want me to be,
Help others see, that You are there, guiding me;
Sometimes I'm frustrated, and get so cross too,
So help me stay happy, with the Joy from You.
Help me Lord, to be a Faithful servant for You,
Help me show care, and love, And teach to trust You too;
Sometimes I get lazy being so tired of the worlds sin,
Help give me the strength, to cope well within.
Help me Lord, To speak up for You each day,
Let many know, that they can trust You in every way;
Sometimes Lord, We don't try our hardest, help me too.
To be the minister, and be an inspiration to others for You.
poem by Margaret Haig
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
His Apologies
Master, this is Thy Servant. He is rising eight weeks old.
He is mainly Head and Tummy. His legs are uncontrolled.
But Thou hast forgiven his ugliness, and settled him on Thy knee . . .
Art Thou content with Thy Servant? He is
very
comfy with Thee.
Master, behold a Sinner? He hath committed a wrong.
He hath defiled Thy Premises through being kept in too long.
Wherefore his nose has been rubbed in the dirt, and his self-respect has been bruiséd.
Master, pardon Thy Sinner, and see he is properly looséd.
Master - again Thy Sinner! This that was once Thy Shoe,
He hath found and taken and carried aside, as fitting matter to chew.
Now there is neither blacking nor tongue, and the Housemaid has us in tow.
Master, remember Thy Servant is young, and tell her to let him go!
Master, extol Thy Servant! He hath met a most Worthy Foe!
There has been fighting all over the Shop - and into the Shop also!
Till cruel umbrellas parted the strife (or I might have been choking him yet).
But Thy Servant has had the Time of his Life - and now shall we call on the vet?
Master, behold Thy Servant! Strange children came to play,
And because they fought to caress him, Thy Servant wentedst away.
But now that the Little Beasts have gone, he has returned to see
(Brushed - with his Sunday collar on) what they left over from tea.
Master, pity Thy Servant! He is deaf and three parts blind,
He cannot catch Thy Commandments. He cannot read Thy Mind.
Oh, leave him not in his loneliness; nor make him that kitten’s scorn.
He hath had none other God than Thee since the year that he was born!
Lord, look down on Thy Servant! Bad things have come to pass,
There is no heat in the midday sun, nor health in the wayside grass.
His bones are full of an old disease - his torments run and increase.
Lord, make haste with Thy Lightnings and grant him a, quick release!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I Am A Civil Servant
I am a civil servant
That's not my real name
I am a baptised civil servant
This name puts bread on my table
I am a civil servant
Codified to obey a set of rules
Straight-jacketed to obey my masters
For a monthly stipend as a reward
I am a civil servant
Ordained to oil the engine of politicians
Who lords their policies on me
To serve like a chef at a banquet
I am a civil servant
My sobriquet is a bureaucrat
I am constantly accused of red-tapism
'Cos of my insistence on procedures
I am a civil servant indeed
My masters blame me for any misdemeanor
My people accuses me of collusion
I am just a scape goat at both ends
I am a civil servant par excellence
I am just a loyal and dutiful citizen
No nation can survive without me
Yet I am hardly appreciated
I am seen as rodent in a farmland
I am always available to serve my country
I am ready to serve the political divides
I am an uunbiased umpire
Soldier go, soldier come
The barrack is immovable
I am a loyal civil servant
Used like fresh rain water in the morning
Thrown away as dirty water at night
Condemned to paltry periodical pension
To survive for the rest of my life
That's my reward for being a loyal servant
poem by Babatunde Aremu
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Servant
here i am LORD, a servant in your hand
please help me LORD, to make me understand.
my heart is crying out to you
with all my aches and pains
will it continue, will i ever be the same.
i feel your presence all around, and i know
that there are angels to be found.
but when i'm feeling lonely
and full of despair, will my angels be there
to wipe away my fears?
we are all your children, and like a child
i have to feel the warmth of your embrace
to look into your eyes, and see your smiling face.
HE SAID: i will always love and protect you
and never turn you away
for you are in my heart, and forever you will stay.
i am the one who gave you life
and there's a journey that you must take.
there are hungry children and many lives are at stake.
but this is a decision- that in your heart you must make.
there will be dangers, and many mountains
that you must climb.
spreading the word of the gospel
and you have'nt got much time.
people are not only hungry for food to eat
or even water to bathe their feet.
they are looking for hope.
and i have chosen you.
will you help me? the choice is up to you.
here i was thinking of myself, and what i was going through.
with so much suffering, i knew what i had to do.
i gathered myself up, and looked up to the sky, and said:
i don't even have part of your strength
but i will surely try, i will spread
your word, and that there is no lie.
here i am LORD, a servant in your hand
and i will spread your word LORD
the only way i can.
your teachings are in my poetry
for you have inspired me
this is how i could spread your word
it's the only way i see.
SO NOW I ASK ALL OF YOU.
IF YOU WAS IN MY SHOES
WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
poem by Louis Rams
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!