If all things were made through Him, clearly so must the splendid revelations have been which were made to the fathers and prophets, and became to them the symbols of the sacred mysteries of religion.
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My Fathers Eyes
(by eric clapton)
Sailing down behind the sun,
Waiting for my prince to come.
Praying for the healing rain
To restore my soul again.
Just a toerag on the run.
How did I get here?
What have I done?
When will all my hopes arise?
How will I know him?
When I look in my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
When I look in my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
Then the light begins to shine
And I hear those ancient lullabies.
And as I watch this seedling grow,
Feel my heart start to overflow.
Where do I find the words to say?
How do I teach him?
What do we play?
Bit by bit, Ive realized
Thats when I need them,
Thats when I need my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
Thats when I need my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
Then the jagged edge appears
Through the distant clouds of tears.
Im like a bridge that was washed away;
My foundations were made of clay.
As my soul slides down to die.
How could I lose him?
What did I try?
Bit by bit, Ive realized
That he was here with me;
I looked into my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
I looked into my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
I looked into my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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For if the mystery concealed of old is made manifest to the Apostles through the prophetic writings, and if the prophets, being wise men, understood what proceeded from their own mouths, then the prophets knew what was made manifest to the Apostles.
Life
life life oh God given life
you and me given without strife
i'll say life comes from life
if i lie read science, religion about life
oh wonderful life how long more
to stay for mans heart grows sore
as he found for the earth it has core
but for life only mysteries more and more
the one who made life for man
and made it for great and small man
i know everything you can
grant he so we enjoy it as breeze fan
poem by Gideon Zerah Ogbonna
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The acknowledged legislators of the world take the world as given. They dislike mysteries, for mysteries cannot be coded, or legislated, and wonder cannot be made into law. And so these legislators police the accepted frontiers of things.
The Things That Dreams Are Made Of
Take time to see the wonders of the world
To see the things youve only ever heard of
Dream life the way you think it ought to be
See things you thought youd never ever see
Take a cruise to china
Or a train to spain
Go round the world
Again and again
Meet a girl on a boat
Meet a boy on a train
And fall in love
Without the pain
Everybody needs love and adventure
Everybody needs cash to spend
Everybody needs love and affection
Everybody needs 2 or 3 friends
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
Take a lift to the top of the empire state
Take a drive across the golden gate
March, march, march across red square
Do all the things youve ever dared
Everybody needs love and adventure
Everybody needs cash to spend
Everybody needs love and affection
Everybody needs 2 or 3 friends
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
Like fun and money and food and love
And things you never thought of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
New york, ice cream, tv, travel, good times
Norman wisdom, johnny, joey, dee dee, good times
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
song performed by by Human League
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His Holy Pranks
When I believe in God
I think I must also fall in line
With those, who say there’s no God
I sound so weird? ! Do I?
But weirdest is He, His ways alas! !
The God did create Himself
As an amorphous body of love
And made his charm known
To a few of His prophets
But the prophets became wiser
They made God in their own image
Ascribed to Him their own theories
Some rational and many absurd
Wore on their faces garish symbols
And played loud trumpets
That their God alone was the greatest
And pasted posters on humans’ mind walls
Showing Poor God
In forms diverse with features varied
To God’s own doubt of what He was
But God is the best and the wisest
To keep His believers to test
To prevent the devotion
Crossing the limits of faith
And becoming superstition
And turning into fanaticism
He created at last
A formidable opposition
Called the atheism! ! !
Now…. isn’t there equilibrium?
Let us now admire
His good governance
He applied checks and balances
In His democratic universe
Even before the Greeks, Romans and Indians
Did start thinking of ‘demos’
Well, well, well! He is the original
Let us bow to Him and His holy pranks
And appreciate both His wise creations
The staunch believers and the rational pagans
With equal respect and reverence
poem by Sathya Narayana
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What God Made
God made coffee~
~God made tea~
~God made boy's~
~Just 4 me! ~
~God made flowers~
~God made dirt~
~God made boy's~
~So I can flirt! ~
~God made coke~
~God made Pepsi~
~God made me~
~So So Sexy! ~
~God made the ocean~
~God made the Sea~
~God needed a princess~
~So he created me
poem by Nicole Jackson
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You Made Me Want To
You made me want to,
You made me willing to.
You opened up that tiny door
to that other side
I'd never seen before,
and I was Magicalized.
You made me want to
be more,
to step into the Woody Glade
to see who and what lived there.
You made me want to
see more;
My eyes rounded
filling
with Wonder Things.
You made me want to
give more.
At our Midnight Picnic
under Yellow Moon
my blouse opened
to you,
showing you my Soul.
You made me want to
Share Souls.
You made me want to
merge who I was
with who
we were that night.
You made me
the One Alone
into
something more
than I had ever known
on my own.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Self destruction
Invention: Man made God.
Discovery: God made man.
Inven.: Man made Satan.
Disco.: Satan haunted man
.
Inven.: Man made Religion.
Disco.: Religion held man.
Inven.: Man made Avatar.
Disco.: Avatar split man.
Inven.: Man himself is God.
Disco.: Man maimed Nature.
Result: No more invention,
No more discovery
Only annihilation
21.04.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet: What a Starry Night Tells!
The Bible says, ‘God calls each star by name! ’
And why some twinkle and some others fade?
The Maker only knows what for they came;
They obey Him from when, He had them made!
God’s love for lifeless objects seems so great;
His love for man is endless and much more;
That’s why for Adam, He made Eve as mate;
Man must take wife and not visit a whore!
Man’s knowledge is a naught in front of God,
Whose impeccable wisdom towers high;
God’s judgment fair is followed by just rod;
Except man’s soul, all things He made must die!
O glorious God, how splendid is Thy feat!
If only I could be dust near Thy feet!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-30-2008
poem by John Celes
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God Made (funny Poem)
GOD MADE STEAK
GOD MADE SNAKES
GOD YOU MADE ALOT OF MISTAKES
GOD MADE COOKIES
GOD MADE MOVIES
GOD YOU ENJOY MAKING DOOKIES
GOD MADE YOU TALL
GOD MADE YOU A WALL
GOD LIKES TO PLAY BASKETBALL
GOD WEARS A PAD
GOD GETS MAD
GOD IS IN LOVE WITH CHAD
GOD MADE LIGHT
GOD MADE FIGHTS
GOD MADE YOU MISTAMINE
poem by Leticia Sanchez
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Mothers And Daughters / Fathers And Sons
Neil Diamond - Mothers and Daughters, Fathers and Sons
And so they came with perfect schemes
And precious dreams that made them one
One by one
Oh, and there they stood lost in the haze
With spirits blazing like the sun
Mothers and daughters,
Fathers and sons
They held the light
Yes they did
And it shined all night
Oh, all night
And they took the blows
Yes they did
Never letting go
Oh no, oh no
Oh no
And so they came with perfect schemes
And precious dreams that made them one
One by one
Oh, look up and see the eagles fly
And fill the sky beneath the sun
Mothers and daughters,
Fathers and sons
You hold the light
Yes you do
And you've got the right
Oh, got the right
And you'll feel the blows
Yes you will
Don't you dare let go
Oh no, oh no
Said that we have the right
Yes we do
It's down in black and white
Oh oh, oh oh
And we made it so
Yes we did
And we won't let go
Oh no, oh no
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Did I Do Something Write?
Have I, in recent days…
made you sad
Perhaps brought tears…
To your eyes
Have I rudely rent the fabric
of your heart
By reminding you of
Old loves and lies
Have I made you smile
With a memory tweak
To times long past
Yet dear
Have I made Your
skin crawl a bit
Shiver slightly
In unfounded fear
Have I made you wonder
Why things are… as they are
Have I made you ponder
If some things… really are
Have I made you snicker
Snort or chuckle
Caused you to dreamily smell
Long faded honeysuckle
Have I made you feel
That I’ve wasted your time
That you could have done Better
than to have read what I’ve written
Have I caused a big grin …With
some asinine rhyme…Made you remember
a certain letter From that special someone…
that you were smitten
Have I gotten Inside your head
To private places…
Thoughts known
to only you
Have I done these things?
If so… My heart sings
For these are things…
That only poets do
poem by David Whalen
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Our Generation
Our generation
Our fathers' heirs,
We now inherit what they once called theirs.
The Crime, the Poverty,
The Guilt, the Hate;
But is it too late to recreate?
A time existing long ago
When our fathers made the things we now know as home.
Our generation
Our fathers' heirs,
We must now fix what they once called theirs.
The Crime, the Poverty,
The Guilt, the Hate;
But is it too late to recreate?
A people just like you and me,
Who tried to help the world so destructively.
Our generation
Our fathers' gem,
We have no choice,
We are now them.
The Way is not a religion: Christianity is the end of religion. 'Religion' means here the division between sacred and secular concerns, other-worldliness, man's reaching toward God in a way which projects his own thoughts.
quote by David Kirk
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You Made Me Belive
You made me believe we are meant to be
You made me believe in more than just you and me
You made me believe in something rare
You made me believe in something we share
You made me believe miracles could happen
you made me believe I could do something's i never knew I could do
You made me believe,
its sounds kinda funny,
but you made me believe
IN LOVE
Thats sweeter than honey
poem by Simone Netjie Meyer
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The Heroes
By such strange and wonderful ways
God would save His world again.
All our days are holy days,
Starry heroes all our men.
There's naught common or unclean
In this splendid new-made earth:
Hearts uplifted, eyes serene,
Grief goes gayer now than mirth.
Quietly in the sacred night
Tears must fall, O noble tears!
That are shed in the Lords' sight
And are only for His ears.
Who would mourn aloud for sons
Gorgeous in our firmament,
Starry constellations
In the way their fathers went?
From the innumerable grave
There will spring a world new-born,
With the austerest eyes and brave
And its clear gaze towards the morn.
He who gave His Son to die
For man's purchase, gives once more
These, His beloved sons, to buy
Him a world worth dying for.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Fathers Eyes
I may not be every mothers dream for her little girl,
And my face may not grace the mind of everyone in the world.
But thats all right, as long as I can have one wish I pray:
When people look inside my life, I want to hear them say,
Shes got her fathers eyes,
Her fathers eyes;
Eyes that find the good in things,
When good is not around;
Eyes that find the source of help,
When help just cant be found;
Eyes full of compassion,
Seeing every pain;
Knowing what youre going through
And feeling it the same.
Just like my fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
Just like my fathers eyes.
And on that day when we will pay for all the deeds we have done,
Good and bad theyll all be had to see by everyone.
And when youre called to stand and tell just what you saw in me,
More than anything I know, I want your words to be,
She had her fathers eyes,
Her fathers eyes;
Eyes that found the good in things,
When good was not around;
Eyes that found the source of help,
When help would not be found;
Eyes full of compassion,
Seeing every pain;
Knowing what youre going through,
And feeling it the same.
Just like my fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
Just like my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
Just like my fathers eyes.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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God
{b-side of purple rain}
In the beginning, there was god
He made the earth, and the heavens
He gave us light to rule the day
And another light to rule the night
The lord, thy god
Made, he made the seas
He made the fruit upon the trees
When he saw, when he saw that it was good
He made a man, made a man
Only he could, only he could
God made u
God made me too
He made us all
Made us all equally
Now u say
God made u
God made me
He made us all equally
Wake up children
Dance the dance electric
There isnt much time
Who screamed?
Was it u?
song performed by by Prince
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Only The Crippled
only the crippled go to war...
the bird afraid of the sky
tears flesh with his beak.
the moral ones wearing
clothes of black and white,
whose religion is their ego,
whose god made of stone.
hands made of me and mine,
feet whose eyes gone blind...
to the drumbeat of take and destroy,
terrified of what lies within.
but freedom never fired a gun,
and justice never waived a flag.
peace never won by blood and bodies,
and the spirit has no religion!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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