Inside that book, it's my life-all the places where I'm hurting or I laughed or I cried or I prayed. And I've had to pray a lot!
quote by June Carter Cash
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Book Of Life
Is my name written there on those pages bright and fair
Is my name written in the book of life
If you want to be up there then down here you must prepare
And your name must be in the book of life
Get down on your knees and pray you from sin must turn away
Or your name won't be in the book of life
If you'll turn to Jesus now at his feet just humbly bow
Then your name will be in the book of life
Don't you know that Christ was sent that from sin you could repent
So your name could be in the book of life
You will have a great surprise if you fell to recognize
That your name must be in the book of life
Get down on your knees and pray you from sin must turn away
Or your name won't be in the book of life
Don't delay and don't forget that from sin you could repent
Then your name will be in the book of life
Is my name written in the book of life
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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If I Prayed with You
if i prayed with you
meshed together by the naked night
molten images of human groaning
lit by the very breath of God...
if i prayed with you
turning slowly on the spit
beneath the shadows we wear in darkness
and wrap our light inside...
if i prayed with you
nothing hidden, nothing faked
and stroked your face with knowing hands
as if the Painter's brush....
if i prayed with you
and was lost inside your hungry mouth...
would you dance with me inside
the meaning beyond our words?
if i prayed with you...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Crocodile's Toothache
Oh the Crocodile
Went to the dentist
And sat down in the chair,
And the dentist said, 'Now tell me, sir,
Why does it hurt and where?'
And the Crocodile said, 'I'll tell you the truth.
I have a terrible ache in my tooth.'
And he opened his jaws so wide, so wide,
That the dentist he climbed right inside,
And the dentist laughed, 'Oh, isn't this fun?'
As he pulled the teeth out, one by one.
And the Crocodile cried, 'You're hurting me so!
Please put down your pliers and let me go.'
But the dentist just laughed with a Ho Ho Ho,
And he said, 'I still have twelve to go --
Oops, that's the wrong one, I confess.
But what's one crocodile's tooth, more or less?'
Then suddenly the jaws went snap,
And the dentist was gone right off the map.
And where he went one could only guess...
To North or South or East or West...
He left no forwarding address.
But what's one dentist more or less?
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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If It's Hurting You
Please don't think of me
If you do you gotta block it
I got chills tonight
And you can't be here to stop it
I'm not a parasite
It's just a lonely night
Tonight
I walked from the bar
'Cause they were only laughing
I wished on our star
But they covered it in satin
I'm not a gigolo
That's what I want you to know
Tonight
Ooh ooh
I've hurt you I can see
Ooh ooh
Do you think it's not hurting me
Ooh ooh
The grass ain't always green
And if it's hurting you
You know that's its hurting me
You know that's its hurting me
You'll meet other men
Who will break your heart
If I see you with them
It's gonna tear me apart
Maybe in another life
We wouldn't be alone
Tonight
Ooh ooh
I've hurt you I can see
Ooh ooh
Do you think its not hurting me
Ooh ooh
The grass ain't always green
And if it's hurting you
You know that it's hurting me
You know that it's hurting me
You know that it's hurting me
You know that it's hurting me
song performed by by Robbie Williams from Sing When You're Winning
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Far Away Places
(alex kramer / joan whitney)
The springfields
Far away places
With strange sounding names
Far away over the sea
Far away places
With the strange sounding names
Are callin, (callin), callin, (callin) me
Going to china, or maybe siam
I wanna see for myself
Those far away places
Ive been reading about
In a book (in a book)
That I took (that I took)
From a shelf
I start getting restless
Whenever I hear
The whistle of a train
I pray for the day I can get under way
And look for those castles in spain
They call me a dreamer
Well, maybe I am
But I know that Im burning to see
Those far away places
With the strange sounding names
Callin, (callin), callin, (callin) me
Far away, so far away
Far away, so far away
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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A Song of Wrong [ You Laughed and Laughed and Laughed ]
In your eyes
My song is one of wrong
Intruding into your heart
And you laughed and
Laughed and laughed.
.
In your heart, you knew
I could be there,
Cause you brought me here.
And you laughed and
Laughed and laughed.
.
In your soul,
You knew I want you
In my home.
'cause you brought me hope.
And you laughed and
Laughed and laughed.
.
You laughed at my wrong
You laughed at my right.
You laughed over
Everything I do.
.
And now, my love I give to you
But you shut your eyes and
Laughed and laughed
And laughed.
.
You laughed at my walk
You laughed at my song.
.
You walked your walk
Into my life of wrong
Knowing all along
You could change me in all.
.
But you shot your heart
To my love
And you walked away from
My heart, and you laughed
And laughed and laughed.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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I sorry for what I do
I cried and cried today I know I hurt you
And I sorry for everything I did do
I sorry for hurting u inside and out
I sorry for never knowing when to shut my mouth
I sorry for not letting you get any sleep
I sorry and I know I hurt you very deep
I sorry for doing the things I did do
I wish I could take it back I wouldn’t hurt you
I sorry I mean it from the bottom of my heart
Its breaking my heart tearing me apart
I sorry for what I did do!
poem by Stephanie Mcgrath
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Vengeance Is Sweet
When I was young I longed for Love,
And held his glory far above
All other earthly things. I cried:
'Come, Love, dear Love, with me abide;'
And with my subtlest art I wooed,
And eagerly the wight pursued.
But Love was gay and Love was shy,
He laughed at me and passed me by.
Well, I grew old and I grew gray,
When Wealth came wending down my way.
I took his golden hand with glee,
And comrades from that day were we.
Then Love came back with doleful face,
And prayed that I would give him place.
But, though his eyes with tears were dim,
I turned my back and laughed at him.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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All My Life
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, Ooh, I'm so glad
I will never find another lover
Sweeter than you, sweeter than you
And I will never find another lover
More precious than you
More precious than you
Girl you are
Close to me, you're like my mother
Close to me, you're like my father
Close to me, you're like my sister
Close to me, you're like my brother
You are the only one, you're my everything
And for you this song I sing, and
1 - All my life
I prayed for someone like you
And I thank God that I
That I finally found you, baby
All my life
I prayed for someone like you
And I hope that you
Feel the same way too
Yes, I pray that you do love me too
I said, you're all that I'm thinking of, baby
Said I promise to never
Fall in love with a stranger
You're all I'm thinking of
I praise the Lord above
For sending me your love
I cherish every hug
I really love you so much, baby, baby, baby
Repeat 1
You're all that I ever know
When you smile on my face
All I see is a glow
You turn my life around
You picked me up when I was down
You're all that I ever know
When you smile my face glows
You picked me up when I was down
You're all that I ever know
When you smile my face glows
You picked me up when I was down
And I hope that you
Feel the same way too
Yes I pray that you
Do love me too
2 - All my life
I prayed for someone like you
And I thank God that I
That I finally found you, baby
All my life
I prayed for someone like you
Yes, I pray that you do love me too
Repeat 2 until fade
poem by Brandon Joiner
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Hurting
Hurting
hurting deeply
hurting severely
weeping, rolling, irritated
hurting
hurting like a caged boar
hurting like a woman in labour
hurting like a godly man prior
repentance
lamenting
lamenting like a hungry infant
outwitted by your superior craft
of segregation
stranded on a deserted island of
inferiority
burdened by excruciating pains caused
through deprivation
suffering from the wounds of
prejudices
haemorrhaging like a severed vessel-
weakened by your master culture
swamped by your perfect philosophy
imprisoned, betrayed, suppressed and
miseducated
with the perfect help plan.
Hurting, hurting, hurting!
poem by Paul Andrew Bourne
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With Their Devotion, Faith and Love
I have loved and laughed and cried.
And today I am so filled with joy,
To know...
I have loved and laughed and cried,
With those...
Who have touched my life,
With their greatest of gifts...
Sharing their lives with mine.
And today I am filled with joy,
To know...
Those who have gone on in their lives,
To teach,
To administer their wisom.
And minister from pulpits...
With the same love and commitment to inspire,
Others...
With their devotion, faith and love!
So blessed am I,
To experience the crossing of our paths.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thanks Happenstance
I sat counting up all the blackeyes
i'd ever got
All the broken bones bloody noses
from all the battles i'd ever fought
Then I looked down at the top of my hands
With all their scars and scrapes
subway system of veins
Worn out skin from washing someone else's
greasy dish pans
And I laughed 'till I cried
cried 'till I laughed
Either way its all the same
for I was neither happy nor sad
Just thankful for all I'd ever had
And even though
I've not done much with it
I'm just thankful for the chance
So thank you God, thanks Allah
Thank you Buddah
Thanks Dad and Mom
Thanks luck, thank you chance
Thanks timing
Thank you kindly happenstance
Thank you all for a shot
I thank you all
I thank you so much for the chance
I sat counting up all the broken hearts
I'd ever got
All the broken dreams unrealized things
I'd ever sought
Then with my fingertips
I gently touched my face
I could feel the lines of worry, wrinkles of time
that no potion could ever hope to erase
And I laughed 'till I cried
cried 'till I laughed
Either way its all the same
for I was neither happy nor sad
Just thankful for all I'd ever had
And even though
I've not done much with it
I'm just thankful for the chance
So thank you God, thanks Allah
Thank you Buddah
Thanks Dad and Mom
Thanks luck, thank you chance
Thanks timing
Thank you kindly happenstance
Thank you all for a shot
I thank you all
I thank you so much for the chance
I sat counting up all the bad news
i'd ever got
All the losing hands flus and colds
i'd ever caught
Then I reached down
put my hand upon my heart
And though battered tattered broken
sometimes torn apart
I was just thankful through it all
Never once did it ever just give up
and stop
And I laughed 'till I cried
cried 'till I laughed
Either way its all the same
for I was neither happy nor sad
Just thankful for all I'd ever had
And even though
I've not done much with it
I'm just so thankful for the chance
So thank you God, thanks Allah
Thank you Buddah
Thanks Dad and Mom
Thanks luck thank you chance
Thanks timing
Thank you kindly happenstance
Thank you all for a shot
I thank you all
I thank you so much for the chance
poem by Cin Sweet Fields
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I Cant Stop Hurting You
She looked at me with eyes that cut right through me and said
You must be blind
Let me tell you a little something about yourself
Youre the hurtin kind
I must admit after the pain and fight
Ive a sneaking suspicion that you might be right
I love you, I love you, I love you
But I cant stop hurting you
I want to, I want to
I cant stop hurting you
I cant, I cant
I cant stop hurting you, its getting bad
I dont know what to do
I see you packing up all your precious little things
That mean so much to you
I hurt you now youre moving out again
But we know just what youll do
Well see the error of our ways in crime
With conciliatory promises well change this time
I love you, I love you, I love you
But I cant stop hurting you
I want to, I want to
I cant stop hurting you
I cant, I cant
I cant stop hurting you, its getting bad
I dont know what to do
I love you, I love you
I cant stop hurting you
I need to, I need to
I cant stop hurting you
I cant, I cant
I cant stop hurting you
Its getting bad, I dont know what to do
And when you go I miss you all night
The wounds heal from the scratch and bite
I dont know whats wrong
I dont know whats right
But I cant stop hurting you
I cant stop hurting you
We talk so coolly about the pros and cons
When I get hot headed I just cant hold on
I love you, I love you, I love you
I cant stop hurting you
I need to, I need to
I cant stop hurting you
I cant, I cant
I cant stop hurting you
Its getting bad, I dont know what to do
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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If I Prayed For You... (I Just Did)
if i prayed for you,
with the eyes of a child,
beaten, bruised, and hungry...
would you see, would you know?
if i prayed for you,
with an old man's hands,
hard, calloused, and gentle...
would you feel, would you know?
if i prayed for you,
with a mother's tears,
her daughter raped by your soldiers...
would you change, would you know?
if i prayed for you,
with a homeless man's heart,
a human story untold...
would you care, would you know?
if i prayed for you,
with a farmer's faith,
plowing and planting unseen...
would you believe, would you know?
if i prayed for you,
from a soldier's conviction,
who laid down his guns and walked away...
would you be inspired, would you know?
if i prayed for you,
with a real doctor's conscience,
who made his life's work for the poor...
would you love, would you know?
if i prayed for you,
with the protester's courage,
beaten and arrested for the truth...
would you live, would you know?
if i prayed for you,
from the heart of god,
revealing holy desire....
hey, i just did!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Lost In A Book
SHHH!
don't bother me
I'm lost in a book
mixed up with
the complicated plots
and outrageous characters
when i'm lost in a book
I don't have to think
about my life
I'll get stuck in
a fantasy world
and never
have to come back
home again
one book
after another
I read, read, read
different places
different people
a new world
I start fresh
each time
I open up a new book
when i'm lost in a book
I am safe
no one can hurt me
I'm happy
when I'm lost
in a book
poem by Annie Janine
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Sweet Revenge
all alone i have cried
wiping teardrops from my eyes.
hiding the pain that i'm in
wondering if in love, i'll ever win.
i fell in love with you from the start
then you went and broke my heart.
they say that you took me for a ride
it seems on that, i can't deny.
my question to you would be 'why me'?
what have i done for you to treat me this way?
what did i do? what did i say?
you know the feelings that i had locked up inside.
for my heart was an open book
and inside it, you took a look.
you found my weaknesses, my heartaches, and despairs
hurting me 'you did not care'.
now there's a thought brewing in my mind.
i could play this game the same as you
but i'm going to carry it all the way through.
you hurt me, without me knowing why
now it'll be your turn to cry.
it was six months ago this very day
that with my heart, you did play.
they tell me that you're engaged to wed
but with him, you will not bed.
for i had set him up with a date
and you will lose him, it is your fate.
you will catch him with another
while you're shopping with your mother.
he will go with her to a hotel room
and you'll bust him really soon.
you will feel the pain that i had felt.
this is the hand to you i dealt.
(revenge can be sweet, or a misguided feat)
poem by Louis Rams
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Hurting People
Far away, in a fairytale land,
Underneath an unforgiving sky,
Amidst the wastes of the wilderness lie:
The people of our cities and towns.
Tears fall from their eyes,
As they scream out, "Why? "
Wasted out by life's tough course,
Their eyes glisten red.
They are like walking dead.
Deep inside is filled with scars,
The longing of a lonely heart,
The feeling of being torn apart,
The desire to belong somehow:
When all they feel is pain,
But they still have no gain.
Crying and hurting people-
They fill our streets.
If we would but lift our eyes to see.
They sit beside us in the pews,
They live behind their masquerade.
Stuck inside an eternal wait.
At night they cry themselves to sleep,
Wishing for someone who really cares,
Someone they don't have to beware.
Crying, hurting people, don't pass by!
Please take the time to see how they are-
Put your arm around them, tell them you care.
Show them by your actions,
That you mean what you say,
That you care about them night and day.
Even if you can't see it,
We are all hurting inside:
Torn apart by the falsities and the lies.
All it takes is someone who cares,
To change the world of someone
Who thinks it's all said and done.
Crying, hurting people,
Everyone could use a little love-
The kind that comes from above,
When nothing is expected in return
Just something to help them along.
Something to free them from a heartbreak song.
For all us crying, hurting people,
Please stop, and take time,
Keep us always in your mind.
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Leading with Passion and Grace
If you are meant for higher things,
Like eagles, soar above,
Then fly the thermals by your wings
Supported by God's love...
If you are dealt a better hand
Than most folks that you know,
Let go, let God and understand
And in God's wisdom grow...
If you have feelings now and then,
To know something is wrong,
Then be prepared to lift a pen
To write your protest song...
If you believe that change must come,
A better world to find,
Do not be silent or play dumb,
Be transformed in your mind...
If you have dreams and visions, too,
Strong prophecies from Christ,
Rejoice, preach that He died for you,
When He was sacrificed...
If you have faith that you can lead
With passion and with grace,
Then kneel and pray that you succeed,
To see Christ's smiling face...
If you have doubts, are you alone?
Christ laughed as well as cried...
Rejoice, for you are not your own...
Lord Jesus lives inside!
(August 2011/The poem's based on the book
called Leading With Passion And Grace as
written by Reverend Joyce Strong...)
poem by Denis Martindale
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Every Minute In Every Day
Every minute,
In every day...
Somebody chooses,
Not to pray.
And every minute,
Come what may...
Somebody says,
They've should have prayed.
The one who struggles with a load on shoulders,
May not get upset...
But sweats.
The one who holds onto their troubles like a boulder,
Wants to prove....
That boulder can't be moved.
But every minute,
In every day...
Somebody chooses,
Not to pray.
And every minute,
Come what may...
Hey,
Somebody says...
They've should have prayed.
The one who holds onto their troubles like a boulder,
Wants to prove....
That boulder can't be moved.
The one who struggles with a load on shoulders,
May not get upset...
But sweats.
And seem to live their lives,
Free of regret.
Yet every minute,
In every day...
Hey,
Somebody chooses...
Not to pray.
And every minute,
Come what may...
Today,
Somebody says...
They've should have prayed.
Yet every minute,
In every day...
Hey,
Somebody chooses...
Not to pray.
And every minute,
Come what may...
Today,
Somebody says...
They've should have prayed.
Somebody who believes,
God is far away!
The one who struggles with a load on shoulders...
May not believe,
That God is far away!
The one who holds onto their troubles like a boulder,
May not believe,
That God is here today!
The one who struggles with a load on shoulders...
May not believe,
That God is far away!
The one who holds onto their troubles like a boulder,
May not believe,
That God is here today!
Every minute,
In every day...
Somebody chooses,
Not to pray.
And every minute,
Come what may...
Somebody says,
They've should have prayed.
Don't be the one to not,
Pray today.
Don't be the one to not,
Pray today.
The one who holds onto their troubles like a boulder,
May not believe,
That God is here today!
Every minute,
In every day...
Somebody chooses,
Not to pray.
And every minute,
Come what may...
Somebody says,
They've should have prayed.
Don't be the one to not,
Pray today.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hurting For You
Yesterday
I just saw the one you left behind, yesterday
I could tell that he was hurting for you
Sad, but he cant deny it
There was nothing else he could do
He was one of the many struck by it
Hurting for you
Finish before it started
Its the only thing left to do
cause the last of the broken-hearted
Is hurting for you
Day to day
Thats how you should learn
To live your life, day to day
Put aside those dreams that keep hurting for you
Dont let the pain remind you
There is nothing else you can do
Better not ever let the day find you
Sympathy
I dont want to sound like what I feel
Seems like pity at all
Destiny
But in the great design of life
We are all so pitifully small
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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