For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, and everyone who humbles himself will be exalted.
quote by Jesus Christ
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Retaliation
She humbled him before marriage.
He was desperate to have her.
He humbles her after marriage.
She is anxious to cling to him.
29.04.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Humbled
HUMBLED
Humbled
So many other voices-
Who knows why mine
Should be heard?
In the end
Only a few chosen-
Why and where and how
Can I honestly believe
I should be one of them?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Bible in Poetry: Gospel of St. Matthew (Chapter 23)
Then Jesus told his disciples
And crowds, ‘As scribes and Pharisees all sit
In Moses’ chair, do all they tell;
Observe all things they tend to say,
But don’t follow their example,
For, they preach but do not practice.’
‘They place too heavy burdens on
Shoulders of people to carry
But will not help even a bit.’
‘They do things so that they are seen;
They widen their phylacteries,
And lengthen their tassels often;
They love honor at banquet-halls;
Be exalted in synagogues;
Be greeted in market-places;
Get salutation as ‘Rabbi’.’
‘As for you, don’t be called, ’ Rabbi’.
You are brothers with one Teacher.
You have one father in heaven;
Call no one as father on earth;
You’ve one Master, the ‘Messiah’.
Do not be called ‘master’ on earth;
The greatest must be your servant;
Whoev’r exalts shall be humbled;
He who humbles is exalted.’
‘Then woe to you scribes, Pharisees;
You are all hypocrites who lock
The gates of heaven to mankind;
Neither do you enter yourselves,
Nor allow others to enter.’
‘Then woe to you o hypocrites,
You cross the seas and traverse lands
For sake of making one convert
And when that happens, you make him
A Gehenna’s child, twice as you.’
‘O woe to you blind guides who say,
‘To swear by temple is just naught;
But swearing by its gold is not.
Which is greater, gold or temple
That gives the gold its sanctity? ’
‘To swear by altar, it means naught;
To swear by altar-gifts is not.
Which is greater, gift or altar
That sanctifies the gift offered? ’
Blind ones, one who swears by altar,
Swears by it and things upon it;
Who swears by temple, swears by it
And swears by Him who dwells in it;
Who swears by heaven swears by throne
Of God who seated on it.’
‘O woe to you scribes, Pharisees!
You hypocrites who pay the tithes
Of mint and dill and cummin-seeds
But ignored what is important
In law and judgment and mercy
Yet, these you ought to have done then
Without neglecting the others!
You blind guides who strain out the gnat
And swallow the camel wholesome! ’
‘Woe to you scribes and Pharisees
You are like white-washed tombs to see,
Appearing beautiful outside,
With dead men’s bones and filth inside.’
Externally, you seem righteous,
Internally, you are filled with
Hypocrisy and evil-deeds! ’
‘O woe to you, scribes, Pharisees,
You build the tombs of prophets and,
Adorn memorials of righteous;
And you say that if we had lived
In our ancestor’s days, we wouldn’t
Have joined to shed the prophets’ blood! ’
Thus, you agree that you’re children
Of the murderers of prophets
Get what your ancestors measured;
You serpents, you brood of vipers,
How can you ever escape from
The judgment of Gehenna then? ’
Therefore, I send to you wise-men,
Prophets and scribes and yet, you kill
Some and crucify some of them;
Some are scourged in your synagogues;
Some are pursued from town to town.’
‘Therefore shall come upon you all,
The blood of righteous, shed on earth
From Abel to Zechariah,
The son of Barachiah, you killed
Between sanctuary and altar! ’
Amen, I say, all things will come
Upon present generation.
Jerusalem, the murderer
Of prophets, who stones that are sent
How many times have I then yearned
To gather en masse your children
As hen brings young under wings
Yet, you were most unwilling still!
Behold, your house will turn lonely,
Abandoned and desolate soon;
I tell, you’ll not see me again
Until you say, ‘Blessed is He
Who comes in the name of the Lord! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-11-2007
poem by John Celes
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As The Saints Enter In
Will the Saints go marching in, or humbly greet God, who died for sin?
Will they march in as if deserving, or enter humbled hearts for serving?
How will they enter God’s Gate above, open only, through God’s love?
The love and mercy poured on us, when by Grace we embraced Jesus.
All knowing we would return to dust, without that humble heart of Trust,
Knowing that we’d return to the earth, apart from Christ’s Spiritual Birth,
For it’s nothing that we have done, but all the work of God’s Only Son,
Christ’s finished work on the Cross, for we bring only, our sinful dross.
Undeserving, Grace allows us to see, it is not of us, but, God’s Mercy,
As Christ received all we deserve, when His Father, He chose to serve,
Becoming for us God’s Sacrifice, so that we could enter into Paradise,
The finished work, of Christ alone, makes way for us to be God’s Own.
What God did, truly humbles men, when in Christ, they are Born Again,
Through God’s Spirit from above, men are humbled by Amazing Love,
And through faith, alone in Christ, by God, we are granted Eternal Life,
Beginning with New Life we receive, when God’s Truth, we truly believe.
It truly is the Lord’s Gift of Grace, that we shall enter God’s Holy Place,
As men born in sin, with feet of clay, only God could provide The Way,
So it is God Who will be Glorified, as all the Saints humbly step inside,
The Holy, Dwelling Place of The Lord, to serve with Christ forevermore.
(Copyright ©10/2009)
Art is exalted above religion and race. Not a single solitary soul these days believes in the religions of the Assyrians, the Egyptians and the Greeks... Only their art, whenever it was beautiful, stands proud and exalted, rising above all time.
quote by Emil Nolde
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You Humbled Me
You humbled me and you made love to me,
And now my mind is all over you!
And i can't sleep at night.
I will kiss your lips again and again,
And i will share my nakedness with you always;
For you once humbled me and made love to me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Pride of Knowledge
Knowledge, my friend, can truly be, an asset for both you and me.
But too much simply stored inside, can fill a heart with fatal pride.
Pride does come before a fall, so friend beware when walking tall.
A humble heart will please God; a prideful heart will see His Rod.
As much is received it’s required, that you seek out God’s desire.
Friend, you just can’t afford, to squander the gifts from The Lord.
The knowledge you’re blessed with, is from God an awesome gift.
A gift that can be freely shared, about our Loving God who cared.
God Who so loved the world, He sent John a message to herald.
About His Son Jesus Christ, who would come to be His sacrifice.
On a cross He was condemned, The Sinless Lamb for sinful men.
His message was then received, by those who truly had believed.
Some proud men would not hear, that The Son of God was near.
John, a humble man in a crowd, of learned men who were proud.
They had hearts so deceived, that his message was not believed.
By their hands, John lost his life, but was exalted by Jesus Christ.
A humble heart, God can use, to share with men His Good News.
You’ll be exalted by Jesus Christ, and rewarded with Eternal Life.
But the proud will be humbled friend, by Jesus Christ in the end.
For their rejection of Jesus Christ, they shall not see Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©11/2005)
He who humbles himself too much gets trampled upon.
Philippians 2
He took on the form of a bondservant
And came in the likeness of man
Glory stepped down into darkness
And the fulfillment of God's holy plan
And He humbled Himself and was obedient
And was willing to suffer the loss
Of His glory and majesty of heaven above
And die, even the death of the cross
Therefore God has highly exalted Him
With the name which is above every name
And forever the name of Jesus
The angels will sing of its fame
And every knee in heaven and earth
Shall bow to Christ the King
And every tongue will confess His name
And all their praises they will sing
So walk with the Lord and do His will
And seek only heavenly treasure
And He will do a work in you
That's His will and for His good pleasure
Children of God, walk without fault
In the midst of a crooked generation
Let your light so shine before men
That they too may find salvation
poem by Frank McEleny
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It is the grace of God, that shows and condemns the sin that humbles us.
quote by Adam Clarke
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Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do!
quote by Robert Browning
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The Zulu girl
There is a certain
CALMNESS
About
The Zulu girl
It humbles me
Down to the ground
At a loss for words
To say, but that:
poem by LLM Mbatha
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'Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do.
quote by Robert Browning Hamilton
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The future is like heaven, everyone exalts it, but no one wants to go there now.
quote by James Baldwin
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Knowledge, humbles a great person, astonishes the common, and puffs up the small.
There is something in humility which strangely exalts the heart.
quote by Saint Augustine
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There is that indescribable freshness and unconsciousness about an illiterate person that humbles and mocks the power of the noblest expressive genius.
quote by Walt Whitman
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Faded Words Among the Footprints
Mystic beneath the moonlight beckons
Forever humbled at my feet
The shooting star that rises in the heavens
To only fall upon the light of flint and bone
To break away the burdens of the flesh
Within the light of Heaven's soul
Am I forever humbled by the swaying in the breeze
As the lonesome traveller
Comes to pass amongst us in the trees?
For now the light has faded
Beneath the beat of Heaven's wings
The sound of angels singing
Within the depths of my very heart
As the tears fall from the heavens
Will my soul be swept away?
In the distance there's a beacon
That lights the passage of my way
Only in the shadow shall I wait
For the light of the rising day
Swept away by life's sweet sorrow
Beneath the light of Heaven cleft
Where I wait within the light of gentle slumber
Where the footprints leave no mark
Be still my beating heart for I am forever humbled
By the light within my soul
poem by Darryn John Murphy
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He who is slow to anger has great understanding, but he who has a hasty temper exalts folly.