I have now reigned about 50 years in victory or peace, beloved by my subjects, dreaded by my enemies, and respected by my allies. Riches and honors, power and pleasure, have waited on my call, nor does any earthly blessing appear to have been wanting to my felicity. In this situation, I have diligently numbered the days of pure and genuine happiness which have fallen to my lot. They amount to fourteen.
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I Need To Lean On You
Lord I need to lean upon you, to do those things only you can do,
As you move on the hearts of man, with ways only your Spirit can,
Moving upon a troubled heart, beyond all words I’m able to impart,
Healing hurts I cannot reach, beyond those words I tend to preach.
I must view a hopeless situation, through the Words of Revelation,
Seeing in stories of the past, hope that through all times shall last,
Men such as Daniel and Joseph too, who in all trials relied on you,
And that hope, I lean upon today, when darker trials come my way.
Even in that toughest situation, I wait on The Lord of my Salvation,
To deliver me, when trials come, through the Power of God’s Son,
Who secures for His own victory, when trials come to you and me,
With the promise of Eternal Life, He helps us through earthly strife.
It has always been God alone, who sends victory from His Throne,
As men are saved to live for Him, in a world that is plagued by sin,
For it is Christ who shelters us, our eternal fortress in who we trust,
Strengthening us in times of need, when His Truth we truly to heed.
Lord, in quietness I must be still, while I seek out your Perfect Will,
In the situation which I face today, in God’s time and in God’s way,
Not questioning God, how or why, but, reflecting on days gone by,
Recalling with heartfelt praise, how He got me through darker days.
(Copyright ©05/2009)
A man's felicity consists not in the outward and visible blessing of fortune, but in the inward and unseen perfections and riches of the mind.
quote by Thomas Carlyle
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When we hate our enemies, we are giving them power over us: power over our sleep, our appetites, our blood pressure, our health, and our happiness. Our enemies would dance with joy if only they knew how they were worrying us, lacerating us, and getting even with us! Our hate is not hurting them at all, but our hate is turning our own days and nights into a hellish turmoil.
quote by Dale Carnegie
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Over All
The Lord Jesus is over everything, as The Sovereign and Eternal King,
He is Creator and Sustainer of all, that moves upon this terrestrial ball.
And all around it He has dispersed, His Light throughout this universe,
The many lights displaying His Majesty, this as far as any eye can see,
Everything created for His pleasure, greater than anyone can measure.
All for His pleasure without any end; all that the eye can see my friend.
All upon the earth was made by Him, everything that is, except our sin,
However, sin did come through, one God created, before me and you.
Created in God’s Heavenly place, but, in pride, Lucifer fell from Grace,
Then was cast down to this earthly sod, as that Eternal Enemy of God.
With this, from God, came a curse, upon His creation and all the earth,
Friend, upon this earth, men would fall, into sin, those great and small,
But, God would send reconciliation, to the earth through His Salvation,
Giving sinful man the eternal victory, over sin and God’s eternal enemy,
Redeeming in Christ, all fallen men, and the earth that was condemned.
The Eternal God and our Creator, came down to earth to be our Savior,
He became poor, for you and me, when He left those riches of Eternity,
Emptying himself of all but love, Christ left His Throne in Heaven above.
Coming down, He still was God, but, now as a man on this earthly sod,
But, Christ came to earth, not to live, for His own life, He came to give.
(Copyright ©07/2007)
The Chronicles Of A Day Stranded In Nature Part 2 Ground Zero
Shells exploding all around
Only one audible sound...
The sound... the booming sound of war
Not clashes of swords, praised in ancient lore
No i talk about the exchange of gunfire
One side shooting the other sometimes not knowing why
They know only what told. Whether it be from a liar
Or porpagand, they can't tell al they know is die
Either die or kill
March up this hill
Fight, shoot, reload, shoot again, kill, hear
the screams of allies and enemies together, who shed more than a tear
Allies and enemies dotted with blood
Death in their faces
When each side goes to pick up their own
Not one man can tell apart races
Enemies and foes and allies and fellows all
dead... all alike, not a man can tell
One bloodied body from another, no more fell
Is there no mercy... none, not in war
poem by David Knox
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Numbered Days
Daisy
I never thought Id go
Crazy
But I never thought you so
Until now that I see
All the crazy things youre doing
Why you wanna ruin it
And me?
Counting numbered days
Lately
I think you know its true
Thats it
Its all over, Im through
For a while we can smile
For the people that were passing
And even if theyre asking
We can lie
Counting numbered days
Looks like the sun is gonna set
Know that theres nothing I regret
All the things that I learned
Well, Id like to think I earned it
No need to go and burn it down now
Counting numbered days
Counting numbered days
song performed by by Eels
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As People Come to Whisper
Violence begets more of it!
To assume it can be combatted,
With an increase of it to release...
Invites havoc, chaos,
Not peace.
Show me an example,
Where those who fought as enemies...
Sat to eat to enjoy themselves at a feast!
But metals and honors and flags are drapped,
To respect death in quiet cemetaries...
As people come to whisper.
Tear up and then regrettably leave!
Believing these scenes are a part of someone's victory!
Over what?
And for whose ego to reign over who?
To do it all over again...
To prove what?
It can be done over and over and over without end?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lime of a new Beginning
each has its own time, to believe of what is tomorrow
to live, a turning point of one's own beginning where, God
the most high respected the outcome, for it is the only honor
of your humble respect
lost in the dark, waited the dawn to shine, the
unwavering butterfly wish to touch the magnefico of
the sweet petal, humming like bees in the celebrity of great
feast day in the honey comb where, everybody sleep the
tenderness of night and enjoy the full of memory of
happiness
the meaning, the answer of every dream; the bits and
pieces of what is today, the lime of every drink that free us
from a great surrender of one's call, to pursue, even it hurt
to the wish of uncertain end, as the elements of any courage,
to forward each fate with out faith in sanctity of an angel of
light, the hope that begin with no illusion of what was the
past
you may be not the styles idol of the house, but the
pedestal of the wall that brings the house to become a home,
make the best for you for what last forever is the years
together, the past of today that leads the way to lay your
bottomless heart in every moment of countless days gone
by
let the battle begin, my heart is open and my hand waited to
bring my empty shield to the pedestal of your honest love,
await my humble soul to hold the victory, of your prize, for
winning is the beginning of achieving the flame of history
with you....i will
poem by Antonio Liao
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Another Name
The child is considered as another name for God
This was taught to us in school and clearly told
Take their words for granted as they are truly felt
The fragrance is not seen but always smelt
We have to bow and praise their innocence
We can pick message and its essence
What we need today is pure form of acceptance
If God is there, and if any, must be realized at once
They see everything pleasant around
The joy and happiness can always be found
They worry for nothing and make you smile
They speak broken words in their own style
You forget everything for that particular moment
You feel everything is in order and heavenly sent
No fear grips you and bothers as long as they are with you
The psychology favors such situation and it is true
To have child is really a blessing
You don’t have to run after it for tracing
Life remains totally changed with all round happiness
Peace and happiness is reflected on the face
See the cause in their smile
Try to understand them for a while
Nothing may trouble you even for a second
Child is really a true messenger with bond
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Hey There Beloved
Hey there beloved why are you walking away from me?
Hey there beloved don't you know all those gifts are from me?
Hey there beloved I carried you through your storms
Hey there beloved come back to me
Hey there beloved don't you know I'm waiting with open arms
Hey there beloved I wish you were not blind but could turn back and see
Hey there beloved don't you notice my art?
Hey there beloved my love for you is in every night sky
Hey there beloved look for my love in the sunset
Hey there beloved, the sun is for you
Hey there beloved the coolness of clouds is for your enjoyment
Hey there beloved I love you
Hey there beloved You can walk away
Hey there beloved it makes me cry when you chase other lovers, but
Hey there beloved I'll let you go because I want you to choose me
Hey there beloved I want you to learn to love me
Hey there beloved don't go to them
Hey there beloved they cannot fill you up
Hey there beloved, I'll never give up on you
Hey there beloved I'm full of tears
Hey there beloved I made you for so much more
Hey there beloved you don't have to dress like that
Hey there beloved they don't really love you
Hey there beloved you're more than just a body
Hey there beloved you don't have to try to be something you're not
Hey there beloved I still love you
Hey there beloved you don't have to earn my love
Hey there beloved those things won't satisfy you
Hey there beloved heed my voice that path will destroy you
Hey there beloved you're broken, but
Hey there beloved my heart breaks for you
Hey there beloved can't you see the brokenness?
Hey there beloved why do you ignore me
Hey there beloved.... I love you with all that I am
Hey there beloved, that's everything there is
Hey there beloved I love you with my entire being
Hey there beloved that's grander than the universe itself
Hey there beloved you've strayed so far away
Hey there beloved I'll always call you back
Hey there beloved I'll always be waiting
Hey there beloved I still love y-
Hey there beloved h--
Hey there be-----
Hey--------
H--------
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poem by David Knox
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Even The Old
EVEN THE OLD MAY KNOW THE HAPPINESS OF KINDNESS
Even the old may know the Happiness of Kindness-
May give to others
Humor and light-
Even the old may smile and hint at Beauty
Be for others a blessing and gift-
Even the old may be a pleasure to be with
And make the time pass as if it were not-
Even the old may make life seem good
In moments of peace when pain is not.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Even The Old May Know The Happiness of Doing Kindness
EVEN THE OLD MAY KNOW THE HAPPINESS OF DOING KINDNESS
Even the Old may know the Happiness of doing Kindness-
May give to others
Humor and light-
Even the Old may smile and hint at Beauty
Be for others a blessing and gift-
Even the Old may be a pleasure to be with
And make the time pass as if it were not-
Even the Old may make life seem good
In moments of Peace when Pain is not.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Song Of The Allies
We are the Allies of God to-day,
And the width of the earth is our right of way.
Let no man question or ask us why,
As we speed to answer a wild world cry;
Let no man hinder or ask us where,
As out over water and land we fare;
For whether we hurry, or whether we wait,
We follow the finger of guiding fate.
We are the Allies. We differ in faith,
But are one in our courage at thought of death.
Many and varied the tongues we speak,
But one and the same is the goal we seek.
And the goal we seek is not power or place,
But the peace of the world, and the good of the race.
And little matters the colour of skin,
When each heart under it beats to win.
We are the Allies; we fight or fly,
We wallow in trenches like pigs in a sty,
We dive under water to foil a foe,
We wait in quarters, or rise and go.
And staying or going, or near or far,
One thought is ever our guiding star:
We are the Allies of God to-day,
We are the Allies-make way! make way!
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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There Is Nothing Wrong With Power
'Tis sad to think that many with power abuse it those with power who abuse it weak not strong
There is nothing wrong with having power in the first place it is the abuse of it that is all wrong
For the abuse of power leads to serious crimes against the powerless though power in good hands it is quite okay
And good people with power never do abuse it they use it in the most constructive way
Some people with power are quite benign people and philanthropic one of them can say
But those who abuse their power to the law may never answer though to karma there's a price they have to pay
The abuse of power leads to dictatorial regimes that leads to serious crimes against humanity
In the despicable crimes against women and children the wrongs of power gone wrong for all to see
The people who abuse their power should never have it though to their power they desperately do cling
Power in the right hands an adavantage to others and power in the wrong hands is a dangerous thing
There is nothing wrong with power from once 'tis used well but some with power they do abuse their rule
And some with power they can become quite nasty and derive pleasure out of being cruel
But power in the right hands can be a blessing and kind people with power their praise we ought sing
Since they have the gift of empathy within them and happiness to others they do bring.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Some respected and beloved brethren insist that the forming and organising of churches is, according to God's will, the only means of finding blessing in the midst of that confusion which is acknowledged to exist.
quote by John Nelson Darby
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Those In Positions Of Power
Those in positions of power have friends and quite a few
But to say they too have enemies is not saying anything that's new
Enemies through jealousy or enemies otherwise
That power does bring to one friends and enemies does come as no surprise
Those with power in the first place have this great desire to lead
You cannot be a leader if power you do not need
Nothing wrong with those who have power if they use it in the proper way
Though abuse of power we hear of and read of every day
Crimes against humanity in the Human World have never been rare
Even in recent human history of such we are aware
The despotic perpetrators we know of why mention them by name
Sinces their names not worthy of mention due to their despicable acts of shame
And yes those in positions of power are only there because there they wish to be
Such is obvious to everyone and that includes you and me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Krishna's Lure
Sweetest song of Krishna
I hear your magic flute
With song and joy
You do lure
With lightest mirth
and heart so pure.
The slightest smile
upon your lips
it doth bespeak of bliss.
And in your splendid image
is the blessing of God's kiss.
Your joy you spread like
perfumed breeze,
to sweeten life for all.
For like the blessing
of the trees,
we see in our divinity,
An answer to
God's call.
As I rest here by the pond,
Of Lotus flower peace,
I ponder on your presence,
And to my great release,
my thoughts take flight,
for highest heights,
my happiness increased.
In loving thankfulness,
and gratitude I've found,
the love of God,
in your sweet smile,
on this journey
heaven bound.
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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Two Countries
Two countries, both wanting peace.
From a war, that raged for years.
Both countries wanting to be right.
Both countries they live in fear.
One country puts their weapons down,
Then the other it invades.
The surrendered country defends itself,
The hope for peace it fades.
Both countries, still, they want a truce,
Yet the fight, it rages on.
Neither willing to call it quits.
Until all hope is gone.
One day they see a little child,
True victim of the war.
His bruised and battered little body,
Lay wounded on the floor.
Two countries fought for many years.
Regardless the cost.
What it was, they hoped to find.
The innocent had lost.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Good on you!
'Good on you! '
Came the supportive exclamation
For news of achievement,
Or one up victory over an aggressor
Or for luck, relishing in news of a windfall
even if minor after a string of bad luck,
Or for a promotion or new job
Or clean bill of health,
Or a sporting victory after alluded success,
Or a special purchase on sale,
Or for courage or strength of character,
Or for higher studies or graduation,
Or happy news of romance or
A pregnancy sought,
It encompasses shared bliss.
'Good on ya! '
This is usually uttered with little energy and
in a reduced tone or volume,
to emphasise expected defeat
or disappointment and exasperation
may be issued in derision as contradiction
when someone has messed up,
or let you down or caused inconvenience
or thoughtlessness,
Including our pets and
failed inanimate objects - previously functioning,
or strangers discourteous or dangerous in traffic,
Or at the special insanity of war or politicians.
'Good on you! '
I have always thought of as a blessing
Never religious, but secular,
Genuine from the heart not perfunctory,
A hope, a wish, right tidings,
An affirmation of human spirit and achievement,
A congratulatory blessing connecting you to the bearer
and their shared story of great fortune or news,
Or in the pejorative to the annoying,
hapless, incorrigible or pathetic as sarcasm and despair
to offer them some improbable future luck.
But most sincerely as a great human blessing,
to share and bestow pure joy,
as an event of happiness is told or retold,
often followed by seemingly skeptical and heightened incredulity
to accentuate the moment,
'Good on you! ' 'That's fantastic! '
Danny Draper 10/7/2012
poem by Danny Draper
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Now Is Your Finest Hour?
This year is done
never to return?
What was achieved
what did we learn?
Decide about your years?
What judgement will mean?
When score years tilled end
what next around the bend?
All those amassed years
you have within your power?
When God takes your time
will it be your finest hour?
Within beloved God’s arms
do you wish to be taken rest?
Ultimately when race is run
who truly wisely lived for best?
If exhausted relax
upon what laurels?
Honour victory now achieved
tastes of thorn worn morals?
You have we know already
paid a steep high price?
This life price will you really
live it but once or twice?
If you are squeezed
if you lack life energy?
From where do you energize
from alcohol drugs revitalized?
You need peace now?
What do you need now?
This is your last hour?
Where go you now how?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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