Put your nose into the Bible everyday. It is your spiritual food. And then share it. Make a vow not to be a lukewarm Christian.
quote by Kirk Cameron
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The Word of God well understood and religiously obeyed is the shortest route to spiritual perfection. And we must not select a few favorite passages to the exclusion of others. Nothing less than a whole Bible can make a whole Christian.
quote by Aiden Wilson Tozer
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Armchair Christian
All hail the Armchair Christian!
Pointing out the wrongs of others,
One sin at a time.
Fighting the spiritual battle,
From the comfort of your living room.
Your God is tailor made.
He fits you like a fine custom suit.
You could live a life that's abundant.
You choose to live one that is redundant.
To serve is what you expect from others.
You wear a cloak of self-righteousness.
You can do no wrong Armchair Christian.
You were given the special pass.
Your keenness can detect sin from a mile away.
It's is easy for you.
For you are spotless.
Throwing around scripture like an actor performing on stage.
Saying the lines you feel define the story.
Skipping the scenes you feel do not.
If God needed an Editor for the bible,
You would be him.
For we seek Your wisdom.
You give what you have to.
Not what you can.
That is the job of others.
This is how you put others before self.
Ask not what you can do for your brothers and sisters,
But what they can do for you.
Because you deserve it.
You point out my sins,
But there are 3 fingers pointing back.
This must be a mere formality?
When my judgment comes,
Will you be my counsel Armchair Christian?
You know all the loopholes.
The bible is black and white.
But you make it gray.
Get out of your seat Armchair Christian.
If you're not too busy.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Think About It
I reflect on years past.
Knowing I did try.
I did my best.
I made my mistakes.
And learned from them.
I tried to right the wrongs of my past.
I tried to become the best person I could be.
Not for me though.
For someone I love.
You look as if I said something wrong.
Why is that?
You're a Christian?
I should put myself first?
Where does it say that in the bible?
Oh, mine must be missing that chapter.
I know,
It's called the book of You.
I don't know where it fits in exactly.
But I'm sure You do.
You know everything.
Self before others.
Make God right with Yourself.
Serve others, if the money is good enough.
So if I ask You what the meaning of life is,
You can tell me?
I Love Your Christian talk.
I Love Your Christian walk.
Or should I say strut.
You read the bible?
Well I read you, like a book.
You are about as transparent as a window.
I see through you completely.
Can you see me through your window?
Oh wait.
You are looking into a mirror.
What is the truth?
Your truth, my truth or His truth?
Is God's love tough love?
Or is it us that makes it tough?
My bible is in black and white.
You must have the gray version.
Take the easy way out.
You are only hurting yourself.
Turn the other cheek.
Did Jesus climb off the cross when it hurt too much?
Would You have told him too?
Would You say it's not worth it to him?
Or are You glad He said, “It is done.”?
Think about it!
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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MaMa's Cooking
Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
It's an assortment of goodie things
Chocolate, pies and banana pudding
Enough food and that's Mama's cooking
Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
Apron in hand and lasting impression I didn't want to miss
Everything seem perfect from beginning to end
Enough food and that's Mama's Cooking
Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
Smiling faces and a gentle speech of o.k.
Noone knows how much the void I can't fill
Enough food and that Mama's Cooking
Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
Being polite and sincere would carry the weight
Seemingly enough she has the greater plan
Enough food and that Mama's Cooking ahead
Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
The napkins, plates and never-ending why didn't it last
Noone knows how much the void I can't fill
Enough food and that's Mama's Cooking again
Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
Craving for the turkey and dressing pan
Not to admit, seemed a bit much
Enough Food and that's Mama's Cooking again
So nowadays, I look for the needle in the haystack
Wishing on the times, she would come back
It's been 10 years, since I said thoughs word's
Enough food and that Mama's blessing for us
Missing mom everyday becomes second-nature for me
Enough food, Enough love and One day she'll see
For know I'll take her spirits with me and others will speak
Enough food, Enough love and One day she'll see
poem by Natasha McGee
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Everyday I Have To Cry
(arthur alexander)
Everyday I have to cry some
Everyday I have to cry some
Dry the water from my eyes some
Everyday I have to cry
There was a little boy I had planned to marry
This was my love I didnt want to share it
I thought that love would make my life bright and sunny
He said he couldnt love me cause he didnt have no money
So, everyday I have to cry some
Everyday I have to cry some
Dry the water from my eyes some
Everyday I have to cry
I got me a boy
I guess I really loved him
Every night now I was thinking of him
But you cant mix love with money
cause if you do its gonna hurt somebody
So, everyday I have to cry some
Everyday I have to cry some
Dry the water from my eyes some
Everyday I have to cry
Although I know that hes just a poor boy
Is it wrong to love cause hes not a rich boy?
Every time you mix love with money
Every time you hurt somebody
So, everyday I have to cry some
Everyday I have to cry some
Dry the water from my eyes some
Everyday I have to cry
Everyday I have to cry
Everyday I have to cry
Oh, oh
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Food To Share
She set the table with white linen cloth
and fancy dinnerware,
Sparkling crystal glasses with stems
and then she said a prayer.
But she had no food to share.
She played some Brahms and quietly sat
and fiddled with her hair.
She lit some candles and watched them glow,
all alone with no one there.
She had no food to share.
She was old and frail and forgetful
and she could not remember where
all the guests that used to dine
had sat in every chair.
She had no food to share.
She sat and thought of older times
when there was food enough to spare
for family, friends and strangers
who'd come from everywhere
for all that she had to share.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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My Mum Is An Excellent Cook
My mum is an excellent cook
But she doesn’t make good food everyday
We eat special things all the time
Is what my friends feel and say
They keep telling me to bring
Special food to school
But having stomach aches everyday
Is what I do not think cool
When someone reminded me of
Mom made Pizza, chocolates and meat
Now I don’t care of stomachache
All I want to do is eat!
poem by Risha Ahmed
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Here, you can walk into a bookstore and pick up a Bible or Christian literature and learn. Over there, they are lucky if they have one Bible for a whole village.
quote by Michael Scott
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Overweight with Food
Are you just a tub of lard and
Vastly overweight?
Do you think that when you die you'll
Need a piano crate
To act as coffin for your frame? -
Chosen as you die in shame, with
Only you to take the blame
For years of eating much the same:
A daily calorific fest
Gourmands of your ilk digest!
Is your heart in final fling and
Nearly set to burst?
Are your arteries bunged and clogged and
Feeling now the worst
For wear? - your aneurysm fit to blow
While blood as thick as rising dough
Cries 'Halt! ' to any hope of flow:
A dreadful state to put on show
In front of any nurse!
Best you hail a hearse.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Food is My Friend
Food is my friend,
I eat it everyday.
When I'm all done,
I throw the trash away!
Food is really good;
I like chicken and pizza and fries.
I think that without it,
I just would not survive!
Food can be gross, too;
It stinks when it's gone bad.
But when it doesn't stink,
It actually tastes rad!
Food is the best;
I'm sad when it ends.
But all in all,
FOOD IS MY FRIEND! !
this was written by me and my brother
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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School Cafeteria - Version 2
Now, let me tell you bout the school cafeteria
Its got all the others beat
It sells over four million burgers a year
Just think, thats almost two pounds of meat
My ice cream sandwich is lukewarm
But my burrito is much too cold
You know a school cafeteria is the only place
That sells artificially colored mold
You know a school cafeteria believes in mass production
They buy those lousy soy beans by the keg
I dont like to complain, but in a school cafeteria
You can buy a taco and get bubonic plague
Today in the school cafeteria
They introduced a brand new malt
Its called boysenberry dysentery
Please pass the salt
The tunafish sandwichesll make you ill
The enchiladas are enough to kill
Before you eat, youd better make out your will
In the school cafeteria today
After sixty-three years in the business
Our cook still hasnt got the knack
And all the food in the school cafeteria
Comes from care packages that were sent back
Feel your arteries growing hard
As you eat another healthy spoonful of lard
Its no wonder that the food is so gross
The health department is afraid to come close
So everybody better hold your nose
In the school cafeteria today
So listen very closely, all you girls and guys
Heres a little message to the wise
Youd better not try the chili surprise
In the school cafeteria today, oh yeah
In the school cafeteria today
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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A Last Appeal
KNOWING our needs, hardly knowing our powers,
Hear how we cry to you, brothers of ours!--
Brothers in nature, pulse, passions, and pains,
Our sins in you, and your blood in our veins.
First in your palace, or last in our den,
Basest or best, we are all of us men!
Justice eternal cries out in our name,
What is the least common manhood can claim?
'Food that we make for you,
Money we earn:
Give us our share of them--
Give us our turn.'
Landowners, bankers, and merchants, we make
Out of our lives this new wealth that you take.
Have we earned only such pitiful dole
As just holds worn body to desolate soul?
When that soul is bewildered each day and perplext
With the problem of how to get bread for the next,
Is it better to end it, as some of us do,
Or to fight it out bravely, still calling to you--
'Food that we make for you,
Money we earn:
Give us our share of them--
Give us our turn'?
Ever more passionate grows our demand--
Give us our share of our food and our land:
Give us our rights, make us equal and free--
Let us be all we are not, but might be.
Our sons would be honest, our daughters be pure,
If our wage were more certain, your vices less sure--
Oh, you who are forging the fetters we feel,
Hear our wild protest, our maddened appeal--
'Food that we make for you,
Money we earn:
Give us our share of them--
Give us our turn.'
Hear us, and answer, while Time is your friend,
Lest we be answered by God in the end;
Lest, when the flame of His patience burns low,
We be the weapon He shapes for His blow--
Lest with His foot on your necks He shall stand,
And appeal that you spurned be new-born as command,
And thunder your doom, as you die by the rod
Of the vengeance of man through the justice of God.
'Food that we make for you,
Money we earn:
Give us our share of them--
Give us our turn.'
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Vangie's Cuisine...
Food, food, food…Vangie’s food…
You can find them in FACE BOOK
Mouthwatering cuisine of Filipinos food
Let’s get together and have a look…..
Pretty Vangie is the cook
Using delicate hand to cook the food
Her expertise is out of this world
Nothing can beat her skills of food….
I look at it everyday
To see what’s the menu for today
Tummy now that was once empty
Is now full of what she cooked for that day! ! ! !
-xxx-
poem by Rachel Hill
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Shuffering Shmiling (feat. Jorge Ben Jor, Talib Kweli, Bilal & Postive Force)
[Jorge Ben Jor] (scat singing)
[stic.man]
(to the ancestors)
can't keep quiet
this time gon' be more than a riot (to the warriors)
can't keep quiet
this time gon' be more than a riot (to those who came before us)
can't keep quiet
this time gon' be more than a riot (long lived the revolution)
can't keep quiet
this time gon' be more than a riot
[stic.man]
religion is like prison
keep the people locked up in different divisions
some of them promise you heaven
but I see a whole lot of bullshit ism-scism
imperialism in the form of spirituality
slave mentality, escape reality
what we supposed to just suffer and smile and be content?
sendin our prayers to the clouds? (stic.man - uhn uh)
i want my heaven now, freedom on earth
and if the preacher ain't with us, then we takin his church
what is it worth to have the biggest religion
when the people got miserable living conditions?
no water, no lights, no rights
all over africa we fight, but we have to unite
cause ain't no power in the gospel
when the priest puttin powder in his nostril
and the elder's council fails to lead
and the children suffer from daily need
and the people can barely eat
is it a sin to stand up
to fight against the ones that put is in handcuffs?
goddamn, what happened to the daily bread, spread love
and not what the bible said, but in the name of the bible
how much love is spread compared to how much blood is shed
chorus:
[Bilal]
everyday my people get inside the bus
(women - shuffering and shmiling)
everyday its the circle
(women - shuffering and shmiling)
everyday my people get inside the bus
(women - shuffering and shmiling)
everyday its the circle
[Jorge Ben Jor] (scat singing)
(women - shuffering and shmiling) x4
everyday its the same thing
[Talib Kweli]
yo
every day I wake up is a miracle, thank you
seperate religious and the spiritual, thank you
see, I dont be askin in the air, every action is a prayer
the bear won't attack me, I be, attackin the bear, see
back in the day I used to work in a bookstore
my job was to find whatever book you look for
i remember one day this lady came for a bible
we was out, so I started showin here other titles
tryna share information about a religion
everything that I showed her was written by christians, still
she got the hell up outta the place
wonderin something about me shakin her faith
now, knowledge is power, we spread information
how strong is your faith? what it take to be shaken?
yo, I think she missed what jesus was sayin
can't keep your eyes closed to a revelation
you could be speakin in tongues
could be speakin of sons and daughters
my reflection of course, within the water is
beautiful, attractive, my musical contraption
classified as unusual practice but
thats what it take to be a man
free the land, crash down on babylon like the sea to the sand
peace to the fam, we want you all to stay strong and live long
like a de la song, c'mon
[stic.man & Talib Kweli]
can't keep quiet
this time gon' be more than a riot
can't keep quiet
this time gon' be more than a riot
can't keep quiet
this time gon' be more than a riot
can't keep quiet
this time gon' be more than a riot
[m1]
this way of life, ain't right
pray all day and night and don't fight
poped up, doped up
work three jobs to fill the gold cup
no water, no food, no lights, no rights
no power til the people unite
it's gone - divison and they work us in prison
look round, how my niggas is livin
everything we make, they takin it to the bank
while we sittin up in the church to give thanks
don't you know the preacher got bank? (m1 - uhn uh, uhn uh)
don't you know the deacon smoke dank? (m1 - uhn uh, uhn uh)
did you ever think the bible was a prank? (m1 - uhn uh, uhn uh)
somebody bout to faint
before they came
they had the bible, we had the land
now, we got the bible, they got the land
and what do you believe in, heaven or hell?
life is what you make it, so thats why I rebel
uncle sam, got blood on his hands
good god, how the devil can dance
nobody wanna help a nigga
put your hands together, do it yourself my nigga
don't sit there
you won't have nobody rushin to die
so do something don't just suffer and smile
[chorus]
[Jorge Ben Jor] (scat singing)
[m1] (repeats until end)
africa, africa, africa
aids is killin
africans, africans, africans
song performed by by Dead Prez
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Everyday
love can make you do things you never dreamed possible...
I got lost, couldnt find my way
And I guess theres nothing more to say
Love can make you blind, make you act so strange
But Im here and here I will stay
So everyday I cry
Yes everyday I fall
Do you ever wonder why, why I love everything about you
But everyday I say Ill try to make my heart be still
til then every way there is to cry, ourselves to sleep we will
It picked me up, knocked me off my feet
Ive got no way to explain
Still I love you, love you, love you but this fire inside
Will never see the light of day
So everyday goes by
And everyday I fall
It makes me wonder why,
My lifes worth nothing without you
But everyday I say Ill try
To make my heart be still
cos every way there is to cry,
Ourselves to sleep, we will
Youll never know, no, no, no ,no ,no
Youll never know just how close we were
Youll never know, no, no, no ,no ,no
Youll never know
No youll never see
The book closes and we try to forget
But I know that things wont change
How we feel, how life goes on
And that seems so strange
And so the light fades away
Try, try, try as I may
I cant stop thinking about you
It seems my lifes worth nothing without you
But everyday I say Ill try
To make my heart be still
til then every way there is to cry,
Ourselves to sleep, we will
Everyday, everyday you know I try so hard
Everyday, everyday it gets a little harder
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Fat Baby
I know a man, maybe you know him, too.
You never can tell; he might even be you.
He knelt at the altar, and that was the end.
Hes saved, and thats all that matters to him.
His spiritual tummy, it cant take too much.
One day a week, he gets a spiritual lunch.
On sunday, he puts on his spiritual best,
And gives his language a spiritual rest.
Hes just a faaa...
Hes just a fat little baby!
Wa, wa, waaaaa....
He wants his bottle, and he dont mean maybe.
He sampled solid foods once or twice,
But he says doctrine leaves him cold as ice.
Ba, ba, ba, ba...ba, ba...ba, ba!
Hes been baptized, sanctified, redeemed by the blood,
But his daily devotions are stuck in the mud.
He knows the books of the Bible and john 3:16.
Hes got the biggest king james youve ever seen!
Ive always wondered if hell grow up someday.
Hes mommas boy, and he likes it that way.
If you happen to see him, tell him I said,
Hell never grow, if he never gets fed.
Hes just a fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fa-at, fat...
Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fa-at, fat...
Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, faaaaat...
...baby...
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Syrup Sponge
Pour a pint of cream
Upon my spongy bulge!
Scoop me with a
Hefty spoon;
Taste my essence -
Do you swoon?
Feed your self-esteem; indulge
In me until you burst -
Death by syrup sponge - you're cursed!
And as the count in inches gain
Upon your weary waist, the strain
Will tell, but you'll not care -
Steeped in sponge, you're unaware!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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I try to speak in everyday language. I feel like God has gifted me to take Bible principles and make them practical.
quote by Joel Osteen
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A Throwaway Society
We live in a throwaway society
and hardly anyone
appreciates anything they got.
Years ago, we looked after
everything we had;
if it got broken, we mended it.
Now if something gets broken,
most discard it in a bin,
then go to the local shops
and start all over again.
It seems to me
there is no appreciation anymore,
even when it comes to food.
They talk of the world’s starving,
yet everyday tons and tons of food
is just thrown away.
When will someone ever say stop,
don’t throw that away,
fix it for another generation
so they can learn and play.
As for the food
lets stop the wastage there.
If we did that,
there might well be enough to share
and no baby in the world
would go hungry anymore.
6 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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The man I lived with is a Christian, so I would talk to him about it. What would this person do in the Bible? What's the story around this person? Generally, when people talk about characters in the Bible, there's one thing they're known for, like Job.
quote by Lucinda Williams
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