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Before we went to churches and bars - now we go to clubs and cinemas.
One Answer
The empty churches of today.
What do they truly signify?
that people choose to stay away
because the churches can’t supply.
The leadership that people need.
It seems that they have lost their way.
Not one is willing to concede
that theirs is not the only way.
Hypocrisy and bigotry
It seems have won the upper hand.
Humility and chastity
dismissed completely out of hand.
The priest competing eagerly
to rise up in their hierarchy.
Amongst themselves they can’t agree
a state of total anarchy.
New sects spring up on every side
as people grow dissatisfied.
When what they’re taught does not ring true.
They know precisely what to do.
They make their choice and stay away
and by this action they convey.
That things are not as they should be
and that is why pews stay empty.
6-Apr-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Lines on Methodist Union
Sept. 1883, whereby the whole of the churches of that denomination
were united into one body.
A pleasing sight to-day we see,
Four churches joined in harmony ;
There difference was but trivial,
But strove each other to outrival.
In friendship now they do unite,
And satan only do they fight ;
And they'll plant churches in North-West,
Where they can serve the Lord the best.
poem by James McIntyre
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Empty 2
Life is just an empty shell
where my existence life
waits for each tomorrow
as the day of redemption.
I walk in long shadows
of past procurements folly
within the bars
of my own making.
Across the barren
and deserted wasteland
of empty dreams
and cloud laden skies.
Where everywhere I walk,
empty bowls surround me.
poem by David Harris
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Unfold
words & music by jason mraz
Hands in line
Arms close to my side
I'm fighting tides of an ocean's undertow
And I figure I might not make it
And I'm taking empty
But seldom keeping
And the words retreat breathing histories into stories untold
And I unfold.
My hands are high
And I'm holding out, holding up
Because I figure that I just might make it
And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping
And the words repeat breathing histories into stories untold
And I unfold.
Quality is what you see now in the corner of your eye.
Don't be surprised if you hear the bells ring
They form from the sky and they sound bong, bong, bong
And I'm holding up because I figure that I just make it.
And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping
And the words repeat breathing histories into stories untold
And I unfold.
song performed by by Jason Mraz
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God Gave Me An Angel
I was never born with the face of a
movie star
I was never blessed with an easyload
along the way
I have taken the wrong turning
So many times I can't remember
But one thing I have for sure
I can always smile and say
God gave me an angel with a smiling
face
God gave me an angel this I know
My churches are all empty and I'm guilty
every day
But god gave me an angel anyway
Talk of being good and what became of
me
Do I hide my head in shame and turn
away
I have taken the wrong turning
So many times I can't remember
But one thing I have for sure
I can always smile and say
But God gave me an angel with a smiling
face
God gave me an angel this I know
My churches are all empty and I'm guilty
every day
But god gave me an angel anyway
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Seldom, very seldom, does complete truth belong to any human disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised, or a little mistaken.
Jane Austen in Emma
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The fault seems to me to have been that men have taken ancient country churches as their models and have failed to discover that between them and churches in towns there ought to be a most distinct and marked difference.
quote by George Edmund Street
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I think our failure in the production of good town churches of distinctive character must have struck you often, as it has me, when contrasted with our comparative success in country churches.
quote by George Edmund Street
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Iron Bars Of Mine
I stand behind these old iron bars,
To see the things, that I can see
I see a world that is changing everyday,
A world, that will not wait for me.
Behind these iron bars where I must lay,
Behind these bars where I must stay.
In this world where I am alone
Its a world that I helped build,
I make not the laws for how I live,
Time for me, she is held still.
As tomorrow is the same as it is today,
And today is the same, as yesterday.
Behind these bars, its where I am
It is the place where I sit and lie,
My destiny for me has already been chose,
For this is the place where I will die.
When the youth of mine turns into old,
When the dewdrops of dreams turn into snow.
The world that I made out of iron and stone
Where freedom and life is locked away
Where life is a waste, and living a haste,
It is where myself alone will forever stay.
Days and years for me, I have no care.
My only solitude, is sleep and prayer.
My day for me; she will someday come
When from my bars I am allowed to leave,
I will welcome that day with open arms and hope,
As those iron bars, will close behind me..
And for that day I will constantly pray,
As I leave those bars, for the bars of my a grave.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Flashes Through
Flashes through the glass window,
And like empty words of the churches who only believe without works;
For the sins of these religions are now spread all over!
But, the heaps of the rubbles are now like mountains behind your home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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He That Hath Ears
'He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.'-
St. John the Divine.
The Spirit says unto the churches,
'Ere ever the churches began
I lived in the centre of Being-
The life of the Purpose and Plan;
I flowed from the mind of the Maker
Through nature to man.
'I sleep in the glow of the jewel,
I wake in the sap of the tree,
I stir in the beast of the forest,
I reason in man, and am free
To turn on the path of Ascension
To the god yet to be.
'I was, and I am, and I will be;
I live in each church and each faith,
But yield to no bond and no fetter,
I animate all with my breath;
I speak through the voice of the living,
And I speak after death.'
The Spirit says unto the churches
'The dead are not gone, they are near;
And my voice, when I will it, speaks through them,
Speaks through them in messages clear.
And he that hath ears, in the silence
May listen and hear.'
The Spirit says unto the churches,
'So many the feet that have trod
The road leading up into knowledge,
The steep narrow path has grown broad;
And the curtain held down by old dogmas
Is lifted by God.'
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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There is a continuum of values between the churches and the general community. What distinguishes the handling of these values in the churches is mainly the heavier dosage of religious vocabulary involved.
quote by Peter L. Berger
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Simple, Seldom and Sad
Simple, seldom and sad
We are;
Alone on the Halibut Hills
Afar,
With sweet mad Expressions
Of old
Strangely beautiful
So we're told
By the Creatures that Move
In the sky
And Die
On the night when the Dead Trees
Prance and Cry.
Sensitive, seldom and sad -
Sensitive, seldom and sad -
Simple, seldom and sad
Are we
When we take our path
To the purple sea -
With mad, sweet Expressions
Of Yore,
Strangely beautiful,
Yea, and More
On the Night of all Nights
When the sky
Streams by
In rags, while the Dead Trees
Prance and Cry,
sensitive, seldom and sad -
sensitive, seldom and sad.
poem by Mervyn Peake
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Zero Bars (Mr. Smith)
my name is Smith
your silence is my trade
my name is Smith
here in this bar you fade out
time heals nothing
it merely rearranges our memory
in zero bars
even time no longer seems willing to try
please look around
empty faces that never quite die
don't be surprised
their bodies move by habit, look in their eyes
nothing is real
if you break down and cry they won't even stare
nobody feels
it's far too risky to admit that you care
my name is Smith
your silence is my trade
my name is Smith
here in this bar you fade out
Gary Numan, "Zero Bars (Mr. Smith)", _T_u_b_e_w_a_y _A_r_m_y (Beggars Banquet/ATCO 1978)
song performed by by Gary Numan
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People come People go Who stays?
People go
To their synagogues mosques churches temples nightclubs and bars
People go to feel good People go
People go
To pray their prayers sing their songs drink their beers and dance their beat
People go
To be better feel better seek better because they know best
People go
When will people come
To know less experience more and give all
People come People go
Who stays?
poem by Lindsay Maasdorp
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The Downtown Lights
Sometimes I walk away
When all I really wanna do
Is love and hold you right
There is just one thing I can say
It's all right, can't you see
The downtown lights
In love we're all the same
We're walking down an empty street
And with nobody callin' your name
Empty streets, empty nights
The downtown lights
*How do I know you feel it
How do I know you feel it
How do I know you feel it
How do I know it's true
Can't you see
Nobody loves you this way
It's all right
Tonight and every night
Let's go walking down the city streets
Let's walk in the cool evening light
Wrong or right, the endless sight
The downtown lights
It will be all right
It will be all right
The downtown lights
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(*Repeat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Downtown lights
The neons and the cigarettes
The rented rooms and rented cars
The crowded streets, the empty bars
Chimneytops, trumpets
The golden lights, the loving prayers
Colored shoes, the empty trains
I'm tired of cryin' on the stairs
Downtown lights
It'll be all right
It'll be all right
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Riding With Cats Eyes Nine Lives
riding with cats eyes nine lives
riding in dark or moonlight
riding in cloud shadow or rain
riding with a lucky stars roll
riding at speed in night magic
hitting judder bars in darkness
hitting judder bars hard fast
hitting judder bars all alone
hitting judder bars straight on
hitting judder bars at speed
is heightened airborne rush
is riding racing death in night
is riding in night fed wonder
is heightened seconds flying
is ready road rocket launch pad
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sorry To Say
‘Sorry' is the easiest excuse
sometimes, deliberately misused
comes very handy, for unmindful lapses
saving both from an angry course, often.
there seems to be a misconception, that
seeking ‘sorry' has some limitations
as it is seldom heard or used
among family members, as hardly, I have seen.
All are respectable individuals
no bars, immunities, exclusions, age-division
upon commission or omission, we are bound to say sorry
with a genuine air of repentance, care and reverence
poem by Santhana Louis
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