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The Methodists love your big sinners, as proper subjects to work upon.

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Sinners, Turn, Why Will Ye Die?

Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, your Maker, asks you why?
God, who did your being give,
Made you with himself to live -
He the fatal cause demands,
Asks the work of his own hands,
Why, ye thankless creatures, why
Will ye cross his love, and die?

Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, your Saviour, asks you why?
God, who did your souls retrieve,
Died himself, that ye might live;
Will you let him die in vain?
Crucify your Lord again?
Why, ye ransomed sinners, why
Will you slight his grace, and die?

Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, the Spirit, asks you why?
He who all your lives hath strove,
Wooed you to embrace his love:
Will you not his grace receive?
Will you still refuse to live?
Why, ye long-sought sinners, why
Will you grieve your God, and die?

Dead, already dead within,
Spiritually dead in sin,
Dead to God while here you breathe,
Pant ye after second death?
Will you still in sin remain,
Greedy of eternal pain?
O ye dying sinners, why,
Why will you for ever die?

poem by Charles Wesley
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Hymn VI: Sinners, Turn, Why Will Ye Die?

poem by John Wesley
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When You Got In
I Went Out
Such Is The Wrong Timing
Of Your
Compassion

Then We Talk
About The Proper Timing
Of Our Desires

You Set The Time, The Place, And The Mood
Now It Is Not Just Desire But
Love

Yes, Love,
But Sometimes I Still Wonder
What Love Is
When Two People Meet At The Proper Time
The Proper Place, And The Proper Mood

When Everything Seems Right
And Yet
Feels So Wrong
When Everything Is Supposedly Proper
And Yet
There Is Still This
Feeling Of Impropriety

I Am 48 Years Old And You Are 49
And I Am Just Asking
When We All Want To Be Inside The Room Of
Ecstacy

And Yet
They All Want Us
Out

Just Because They Also Feel
That The Timing May Be Right
But It Simply Does Not
Look All Right

And Then You Are A Little
Bit Irritated And You Ask
Finally

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Keep It Proper

Keep it proper!
You never know on you who might peep.
When you do a thing discreet.
You never know on you who might peep.
It's best that you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Especially when you're seen in the streets.
You never know on you who might peep.

Keep,
It
Proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Distorting what you do to deceive.
You never know on you who might peep.
It's best that you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
When a seeker seeks a weakness to heat.
You never know on you who might peep.

Controversy lovers love it,
More obscene.
People feed sensations that wound and bleed.
With a caring less of who's affected by misdeeds

Keep,
It
Proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Distorting what you do to deceive.
You never know on you who might peep.
Yes it's best that you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
When a seeker seeks a weakness to heat.
You never know on you who might peep.

It's best
That you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Yes it is best
That you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Yes it is best that you keep it proper,
That business to express on the streets.
You never know,
On you
Who might peep.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wrong Timing

when you got in
i went out
such is the wrong timing
of your
compassion

then we talk
about the proper timing
of our desires

you set the time, the place, and the mood
now it is not just desire but
love

yes, love,
but sometimes i still wonder
what love is
when two people meet at the proper time
the proper place, and the proper mood

when everything seems right
and yet
feels so wrong
when everything is supposedly proper
and yet
there is still this
feeling of impropriety

i am 48 years old and you are 49
and i am just asking
when we all want to be inside the room of
ecstacy

and yet
they all want us
out

just because they also feel
that the timing may be right
but it simply does not
look all right

and then you are a little bit irritated and you ask
finally:

why do you talk too much?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thank God God Was On Our Side

When British Catholics were killing
German Catholics in World War I and II.
British Protestants Methodists Baptists
were busy killing German Protestants
Methodists Baptists in grand slaughter.
Do you think God supported the British?
Or do you think God supported Germans?
Or do you think God supported individuals?

Which country do you think enjoyed Divine Favour?
Or according to individual sins merit by merit?
Or do you think God meant it when God said.
Commanded created human race Thy Shalt Not Kill!
Do you think it might be about time we listened?
One just one among ten commandments can we keep?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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IT may be proper to observe further, that this Duty is not confined to those who live under any one particular Form of Government: It extends to the Subjects of all regular States, lawfully established.

quote by Charles Inglis
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The Love of Jesus

Love that can never change;
Love, for all men, supreme;
Love unsurpassable;
Love divine, paramount.

Love redeeming all souls;
Love forgiving all sins;
Love that can’t forsake men;
Love that put Him on cross.

Love most insatiable;
Love flowing from His heart;
Love spurting fountain-like;
Love boundless, incessant.

Love proclaiming God’s love;
Love humane yet divine;
Love eternal and free;
Love seeking sinners’ hearts.

Love unfathomable;
Love bleeding until death;
Love pleading for sinners;
Love born on earth as man!

poem by John Celes
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Saints An Sinners

(coverdale/lord/moody/marsden/murray/paice)
Get ready for judgement day
An the final curtain call,
Dont lie when you testify
cos the good lord know youre all
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
When moses stood on the red sea shore
Laying the law on the line,
He said dont come knocking
On the pearly gates
If all you did was have a real good time
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
For what we are about to receive
May the lord make us truly thankful.
Saints an sinners
I stand guilty of a thousand crimes,
An I suffer temptation still,
Show me a man who wont give it to his woman
An Ill show you somebody who will
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
For what we are about to receive
May the lord make us truly thankful
Saints an sinners,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Get ready for judgement day
An the final curtain call,
Dont lie when you testify
cos the good lord know youre all
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
For what we are about to receive
May the lord make us truly thankful
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
Saints an sinners...

song performed by by Whitesnake
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Put Off!

Put off!
Concerning your conduct;
But, work with your hands in proper things and live.
Put off!
Putting away lying;
And, learn to speak the truth to your neighbour.
Put off!
A big change! !
Like snow and heavy rain;
Of your story,
Of her story,
Of his story,
Of my story,
But, work with your hands in proper things and live.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Improper love

Love that ends in marriage makes home.
Love sneaking out since then breaks home.
Love proper and improper live
But improper love rises faster.

Sexual love defies all parameters.
The elders exploit the minors.
Proximity is the breeding ground.
Coaches and bosses get their prey.

Uncles to nieces is a threat.
Cousins misuse their positions.
Incest relation escape eyes.
Ethics in love has lost its shine.

Love for a night stand makes no guilt.
Love in work place become sportive.
Lesbians have no inhibition.
Gays shed shame to seek union.

Improper love gains momentum
And would soon turn a proper one
Unless self restrains put a stop
And save the families from a break.
15.04.2012

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Every good composition is above all a work of abstraction. All good painters know this. But the painter cannot dispense with subjects altogether without his work suffering impoverishment.

quote by Diego Rivera
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Pamphlets on Sabbath writing are in request here I have been applied to for them by several of the old Methodists knowing that I had them to sell before.

quote by John Hawley
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Work To Work

Happy too
Work...
Un happy too
work...

Love too
Woork...
With out love too
Work...

Silentely work...
Tenson to work...
Peace too work...
Diperession to work...

Work with work...
Any time do any
Work...
Work is give for

Human...
Relax and releave...
Sad too work...
Woory too work...

Work too work...
Work is wondrfully
Changed your and your's life
Each every day

Don't take un wanted rest
With your's lazey...
Lazy making
Sad... dipression...
Tenson...

Useless thinking...
So...
Work is wonder fully
Chnage to change for your's...
Mind and thinking and your's life...

Woo
Work to work with you
And other's...

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Sonnet XIII: Behold What Hap

Behold what hap Pygmalion had to frame
And carve his proper grief upon a stone;
My heavy fortune is much like the same:
I work on flint, and that's the cause I moan.
For hapless, lo, ev'n with mine own desires,
I figur'd on the table of my heart
The fairest form, the world's eye admires,
And so did perish by my proper art.
And still I toil, to change the marble breast
Of her, whose sweetest grace I do adore,
Yet cannot find her breath unto my rest:
Hard is her heart, and woe is me, therefore.
O happy he that joy'd his stone and art,
Unhappy I to love a stony heart.

poem by Samuel Daniel
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Four Letter 'Work' Song

Work me up, work me out, work me flip side down.
Work me here, work me there, work me with renown.
Work me hot, work me greedy,
work me through and through.
Work me to the very marrow,
work me just like I'd work you.
Work me proud, work me late,
work me do not hesitate.
Won't you let me work for you?
Work me til I'm black and blue.
Work me steady, work me needy, work me to a lather.
Work me til my backbone breaks, and the buzzards gather.
Work me in, work me under, work me til I bleed,
Work me over red hot coals, work me like a boss in need.
Work me nasty, work me silly, work me through the clover.
Up down, 'n' in between, into a slipknot sweet Jehovah.
Work me, work me, go ahead.
Work me, work me, til I'm dead.

Buddy Bee Anthony

poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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Beautiful Love

The people who think along beauty
Are favoured by the lovers, tonight.
Any person in love offers his soul
To adorers of sin, of hatred and love.
Beautiful love is so excellent
That it conquers the lovers and haters.
My sympathy for those in need
Is offered to those opposed to us,
And sinners are the transgressors of height,
Sinners are higher tasks of the love;
These high tasks should contain no beauty.
The thinkers are polite to those in love,
Beauty is their soul, and body and mind.

poem by Naveed Akram
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The Transaction of Salvation

The transaction of our Salvation, was rendered by God of Creation,
Transacted down upon the earth, to bring to fallen man a New Birth,
Salvation rendered by His Son; one transaction made for everyone,
Paid by Christ, for all man’s sin, that penalty due, was paid by Him.

Justification for sinners was made, when the price for sin was paid,
Now declared Righteous, by God, while sinners on this earthly sod.
Redemption is not just inferred, as sinners, by God are transferred,
Ransomed from sin’s marketplace, into God’s Family by His Grace.

Propitiation is also involved, with God’s Wrath against us resolved,
As His Righteous Wrath was satisfied, when for sin Christ had died.
Regeneration as well has a part, as God cleanses a Believer’s heart,
While Christ’s Blood cleanses sin, from believing hearts deep within.

Renewal then takes place in that soul, as The Spirit makes us whole,
Helping New Believers to grow, as signs of New Life begin to show,
Reconciliation for man was done, in the finished work of God’s Son,
As to God sinners were restored, through the Gift of Christ our Lord.

All of this, for those who believe, when by Faith, Christ they receive,
A transaction made for us in love, by The Father, who reigns above,
Paid in full upon Calvary’s Cross, to redeem for God a peoples lost,
To become part of God’s Family, not just for a time, but, all Eternity.

poem by Bob Gotti
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I didn't mind studying. Obviously math and the physical science subjects interested me more than some of the more artistic subjects, but I think I was a pretty good student.

quote by Alan Shepard
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The true winner

Do not worry about
Sinners
Sinners have been
Coming and going
They shall keep coming
For a short period
They may look to be
Victorious
At the end of the day
They shall never be the
Winners
One who lives
In peace and harmony
Love the humanity
Has a compassionate
Soul
Shall rule the world
Emerge
As the true winner
15-03-2012
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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