The Saviour reigned in all their hearts, and they successfully copied the pattern of meekness and gentleness, which he had left them.
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Before this government came to power, many failing schools were simply allowed to drift on in a pattern of continuing failure. The government is determined to break that pattern and is successfully doing so.
quote by Estelle Morris
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There's a pattern when tours start - a pattern of infighting, of making up, of breaking up, of addiction. There's a pattern of going to jail. There's a pattern of passion for music.
quote by Nikki Sixx
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Discarded Lovers
When we leave
discarded lovers.
It is because
we have already left.
Why can a person’s
second family
mean appreciably
so much more
to an individual.
Because a mature person
can give people
all the gentleness.
Gentleness picked up
painfully along the way.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Men simply copied the realities of their hearts when they built prisons.
quote by Richard Wright
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Humility is not cowardice. Meekness is not weakness. Humility and meekness are indeed spiritual powers.
quote by Swami Sivananda
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Let Me Be Your Saviour...
Dont you know, I so love you
Dont you know, I so care
Dont you know, dont you know, dont you know I so need you
Dont you know, I so care
So let me be your saviour today!
Come on, come on, come on girl
You think Im preaching
You think I talk too slow
Well Im not reaching, no no no no no
See through it baby, see through it for me
Saviour, saviour, saviour, saviour....
song performed by by Live
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What A Writer
what i liked about e.e. cummings
was that he cut away from
the holiness of the
word
and with charm
and gamble
gave us lines
that sliced through the
dung.
how it was needed!
how we were withering
away
in the old
tired
manner.
of course, then came all
the e.e. cummings
copyists.
they copied him then
as the others had
copied Keats, Shelly,
Swinburne, Byron, et
al.
but there was only
one
e.e. cummings.
of course.
one sun.
one moon.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Nothing was a style first. Everything started as an idea. A guy did something with an idea. Someone copied him. Some copied all of them and it became trendy and then it became a style.
quote by Bill Laswell
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Saviour
Saviour
How did I ever come this far without u, baby?
What was I thinkin, what was I tryin 2 be?
Never did u ever give me reason 2 doubt u, baby
U are my destiny and this I truly see
I can see were like 2 petals from the same flower, baby
Were like 2 branches from the same tree
Whenever I look in your eyes, I can see a paradise
Ure my saviour, ure all I ever need (saviour)
I used 2 say, no one lover could have me, no one lover
That was before my eyes had seen the light
2 make love with another, uh uh, I couldnt do it, no way (couldnt do it)
Ure my saviour (saviour), ure the only one that does it right
Cant u see were like 2 petals from the same flower, baby?
Were like 2 branches from the same tree
Whenever I look in your eyes, I can see a paradise
Ure my saviour, ure all I ever need
What would I be without your love around me?
(oh, what would I be, oh, without your love? )
What would I see, u constantly astound me
(oh baby, u know u constantly astound me)
Saviour {repeated}
Yeah!
Well, oh!
(saviour)
Oh, how did I (how did I) come this far
Without u, baby? (without u, baby) I dont know
What was I thinkin (what was I thinkin)
What was I tryin 2 be? (I dont know)
But what I do know is that...
(cant u see were like) were like 2 petals from the same flower, baby
Were like 2 branches from the same tree
(2 drops of water from the same sea)
Whenever I look in your eyes, I can see a paradise
Ure my saviour, ure all i...
Ure my saviour, ure all I ever...
Ure my saviour, ure all I ever need (saviour)
Saviour, ure all I ever need
Saviour, u (I do)
U are my flower, baby (flower)
Ooh, every, every hour (hour)
Oh, yes u are
Wont u come and justa... (wont u come and justa...)
Rain, I said rain!
(wont u come and justa...)
Rain, rain, rain!
(...rain some of your sweet love down on me? )
Down on me! {x2}
Saviour! saviour! saviour!
Yeah! {repeated}
Down on me!
song performed by by Prince
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An Epitaph for MJ
The world has lost a king.
Music is in chaos; it bewails his loss,
The one whose life was music.
All danced to his tune;
Now he lies low,
6 feet down,
Waiting for His Grace.
We pray for him,
The one whose music was prayer,
'Heal the world
Make it a better place
For you and for me
And the entire human race'.
Let us pray in unison for this great soul
Whose food was music
And music alone...
'If music be the food of love, play on....'
No music reigned above him,
But it sprang from his soul,
Whose spirit was music.
The charm of music lies within,
And from therein comes his voice.
He reigned like a fresh bloom
In the garden of music.
But now...
He’s gone from earth,
But not from our hearts...
He stays behind,
For coming generations...
There’s no end for MJ...
poem by Hajara Abdul Khader
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God Rest You Merry, Gentlemen
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,
For Jesus Christ our Saviour
Was born upon this day,
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
For Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas day.
In Bethlehem in Jury
This blessed babe was born,
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn;
The which his mother Mary
Nothing did take in scorn.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas day.
From God our Heavenly Father
A blessed Angel came,
And unto certain Shepherds
Brought tidings of the same,
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by name.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas day.
Fear not, then said the Angel,
Let nothing you affright,
This day is born a Saviour
Of virtue, power and might;
So frequently to vanquish all
The friends of Satan quite.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas day.
The Shepherds at those tidings
Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their flocks a feeding
In tempest, storm and wind,
And went to Bethlehem straightway,
This blessed babe to find.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas day.
But when to Bethlehem they came,
Whereas this infant lay,
They found him in a manger
Where oxen feed on hay,
His mother Mary kneeling
Unto the Lord did pray.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas day.
Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
All others doth deface.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas day.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Calling You
Recorded by: hank williams, sr.
Writer: hank williams, sr.
[d] when youve strayed from the fold
And theres [g] trouble in your [d] soul
Cant you hear the blessed saviour callin [a7] you?
When your [d] soul is lost in sin
And youre [g] at your journeys [d] end
Cant you hear the blessed [a7] saviour callin [d] you? ê
Chorus
Callin [g] you? , [callin you? ]
Callin [d] you? , [callin you? ]
Cant you hear the blessed saviour callin [a7] you?
He will [d] take you by the hand
Lead you [g] to that promise [d] land
Cant you hear the blessed [a7] saviour callin [d] you? ê
As you journey day by day
And temptation comes your way
Cant you hear the blessed saviour callin you?
If youll follow in his light
He will always guide you right
Cant you hear the blessed saviour callin you? ê
Chorus
When your soul is burdened down
And your friend(s) can not be found
Cant you hear the blessed saviour callin you?
If youll follow him each day
He will brighten up your way
Cant you hear the blessed saviour callin you? ê
Chorus
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Come and love me,
Come and love me,
Come and love me,
Love me know that Iam unfeigned,
Either way Iam making a sway with my sorrow,
I did alot of mistake's,
Now I need to calm and understand life's concept,
Come and love me,
There is the redeemer's voice,
That I need to wake up from all my sorrow's,
Change these pattern's that I may increase skills,
Agile and deft pattern's,
It's all a pattern not worthied a Stigma.
poem by Abdul Karim
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You look at where you're going and where you are and it never makes sense, but then you look back at where you've been and a pattern seems to emerge. And if you project forward from that pattern, then sometimes you can come up with something.
quote by Robert M. Pirsig
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Art is the imposing of a pattern on experience, and our aesthetic enjoyment is recognition of the pattern.
Alfred North Whitehead in Dialogues (1954)
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Patterned By Christ
I want to live my life every day, pointing others to a better way,
In how to live their daily life, through the power of Jesus Christ,
To live in that way prescribed, by Jesus Christ, before He died,
For all believers Christ did give, the pattern of how we’re to live.
Just how to live our life for God, while we’re on this earthly sod,
A life to glorify our Risen King, through every day in everything,
For this life isn’t intended me, but for pointing others to eternity,
Where we’ll live forever friend; in a life with God that has no end.
I live this life not on my own, but with power from God’s Throne,
This as I live my life for Him, the one who saved me from my sin,
A life at first you don’t chose, but once you start you can’t lose,
As living each day for the Lord, produces for one untold reward.
Living no longer for yourself, creates a sense of spiritual wealth,
Learning to live a day at a time, produces in one, peace of mind,
Following that pattern left for us, in The Father, I learned to trust,
While in my life God does for me, so much more than I can see.
The only one I choose to follow, in the world so dark and hollow,
As God fills all that emptiness, with The Savior’s Righteousness,
While the pattern Christ left for man, leads to God’s Eternal Plan,
In a coming life we’ve yet to see, that will begin for us in Eternity.
(Copyright ©07/2008)
How Long....
How long will i cry for help?
How long must i cry to you?
It is like swimming things,
Who do have rulers upon them.
How long shall this take to get to you?
How long should i wait for your love?
I will stand my watch and will be,
More fierce than the evening wolves!
The pride of your hearts have deceived you,
Like a great wind over the sea;
Three days and three nights,
A cry from the great fish to teach us all.
How Long....? Oh how long.....? !
Consider your ways like,
A cry from the Fish-Gate;
This seed will grow successfully.
Red horses,
Of each man and his cane;
Black horses,
Of each woman and her cane;
White horses,
Of the seed that will grow successfully;
Dappled horses,
Of the art of a design in my mind;
Bay horses,
Of the great wind at sea;
How long will i cry for help?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sweet Rain
The Kingdom of Silence
Rained for twenty years
But it was no ordinary rain
No!
For the King of hearts
Reigned with a kind heart
And a sweet tooth
Yes!
Indeed, plenty meters
Of loveheart sweets
Fell for us to read and
Eat!
poem by Harriet James
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Plats du Chef Journal (1)
Yonge Street Who Could Count Long How
to Mr. Yonge who lost a piece copied license that i picked up
Saw your soul left in the lunch room lonely,
Picked up a piece special information;
Your eyes i had looked your heart sincerely,
Read your eyes and your concatenation.
We had been linked up by copied paper,
Leaving mystery gave our successors;
We raised frindship with our hands forever,
Sewing and mending with cultured scissors.
You did not hesitate to mention it,
A story you chose that did not forget;
Bring my desire with your flying winglet,
There were our future here that you could get.
O boy! you told me you born in this place,
O boy! i boasted about your kind face.
June， 6， 2010， Hormish Garden of Toronto 7: 30 to 9: 30 pm
Revised June 11,2010 7: 00 to 8: 30am
poem by Hormish Woo
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Suffer Little Children, And Forbid Them Not, To Come Unto Me
To Jesus our Saviour some parents presented
Their children-what fears and what hopes they must feel!
When this the disciples would fain have prevented,
Our Saviour reproved their unseasonable zeal.
Not only free leave to come to him was given
But 'of such' were the blessed words Christ our Lord spake,
'Of such is composed the kingdom of heaven:'
The disciples, abashëd, perceived their mistake.
With joy then the parents their children brought nigher
And earnestly begged that his hands he would lay
On their heads; and they made a petition still higher,
That he for a blessing upon them would pray.
O happy young children, thus brought to adore him,
To kneel at his feet, and look up in his face;
No doubt now in heaven they still are before him,
Children still of his love, and enjoying his grace.
For being so blest as to come to our Saviour,
How deep in their innocent hearts it must sink!
'Twas a visit divine; a most holy behaviour
Must flow from that spring of which then they did drink.
poem by Charles Lamb
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