There is never enough time, unless you're serving it.
quote by Malcolm Forbes
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A lot of presidential memoirs, they say, are dull and self-serving. I hope mine is interesting and self-serving.
quote by Bill Clinton
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I was serving good but was returning especially well, which was a weakness in my game. So not only was I serving well, but I was also breaking these other guys, and they felt the pressure.
quote by Richard Krajicek
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Age, health, and stage in life have nothing to do with serving or not serving. In each season of life there are attributes and qualities of life and experience that God values in service.
quote by Bruce Kemper
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If a man withdraws his mind from the love of beauty, and applies it as sincerely to the love of the virtuous if, in serving his parents, he can exert his utmost strength if, in serving his prince, he can devote his life if in his intercourse with his friends, his words are sincere - although men say that he has not learned, I will certainly say that he has.
If a man withdraws his mind from the love of beauty, and applies it as sincerely to the love of the virtuous; if, in serving his parents, he can exert his utmost strength; if, in serving his prince, he can devote his life; if in his intercourse with his friends, his words are sincere - although men say that he has not learned, I will certainly say that he has.
Time
You use it up throughout the day
But no one seems to have the time
The good old days, they always make
You spend your time just buying time
You move with such a steady pace
That never lets you pass the time
For love, or money, or goodness sake
They’ll help you through this trying time
I’m still ticking away and turning your follicles light gray
What you save or you waste, either way, there’s no time to wait
With time on your hands, you have all the time you want to kill
In a matter of time, but it’s life, so it’s just about time
Sometimes you give the time you take
Down to its base like turpentine
Behind closed bars or free to play
Everyone is serving time
Way too brave or slave to fate
None of you can master time
Where you go, who’s to say?
You’ll find me, time after time
poem by P.R. Prosper
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Humans
Humans…
Imperfect.
Serving darkness…
Mechanical.
Hard, fragile.
Humans…
Imperfect.
Serving light…
Natural.
Soft, beautiful.
poem by Erica Borges
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The Message
Message
Ask what the message is.
My body serving my soul
My soul serving the Lord
Where do we go?
Now where do we go?
Become apart, as in a part of the show?
No.
I'll repeat myself…
No.
poem by Erica Borges
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Canada Needs Bigger Jails
It’s obvious Canada needs more, bigger and better jails,
Too many convicted criminals getting easy and quick bails,
Lenient conditional sentences and early release,
And for repeat criminal offenders, this should have to cease.
Released after serving one third of their light sentence time,
Seldom mentioned in the media, reason for increase in crime,
System is politically correct and given great respect,
No one in their vast organization would mention neglect.
Serving time in half-way houses around the corner down the street,
And in no time it seems, their short prison sentence is complete,
Our lenient justice system seems to have gone off the deep end,
The jails are obviously not big enough for all those they apprehend.
And they don’t mind doing jail time because the system is so soft,
Treated like a hymn-singing gentleman up in the choir loft,
So jail time is more of an inconvenience than anything else,
They might sometimes feel a little but slight repulse.
Feb 14th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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BREEZE OF TIME (for Sr. Vangie Capilitan, OND)
As future swiftly paints its picture,
The past swiftly flashes back,
Future travels so fast embracing pictures of yesterday,
Of treasured time and memories,
Of trials and miseries
Creating her sand art story,
Swiftly yet captures moment of every memory,
A story, the warmth of her love,
Compassion in her Vocation;
A servant of God, fisher of men,
Serving God until then
Walking in the sands of time
Traces His footprints with her feet
Walks her life with the breeze of time
Writes every memory in her unseen diary
Carves her life-long story in the hearts of many
A promise, for her Great Savior
A surrender, to God her Creator.
Happy 39th Anniversary of serving God.
Thank you for guiding us...We love you, Sr. Vangie.
Especially dedicated to Sr. Evangeline C. Capilitan, OND
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If John Kerry had a dollar for every time he bragged about serving in Vietnam - oh wait, he does.
quote by Ann Coulter
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Know This In Your Heart And Believe
Don't dig it up,
And it wont be the thing...
You wished dumped,
Not to discuss...
After pulling out of a slump,
Weighting down upon your shoulders...
With a carried hump.
Taken those lumps you've done.
None of which you chose to run from.
People like you succeed.
Know this in your heart and believe.
You deserve the serving of better days.
Ignore those with their issues.
Beaten on a drum when around you they come.
Refuse to be used and abused by them.
Acknowledge what they offer...
Has no benefit,
And what they bring you will and can resist.
You deserve the serving of better days.
Know this in your heart and believe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Keep Six Honest...
I keep six honest serving-men
(They taught me all I knew);
Their names are What and Why and When
And How and Where and Who.
I send them over land and sea,
I send them east and west;
But after they have worked for me,
I give them all a rest.
I let them rest from nine till five,
For I am busy then,
As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea,
For they are hungry men.
But different folk have different views;
I know a person small-
She keeps ten million serving-men,
Who get no rest at all!
She sends'em abroad on her own affairs,
From the second she opens her eyes-
One million Hows, two million Wheres,
And seven million Whys!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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PRETTY'S NO EXCUSE...by Talile Ali
SEEN ALL KINDS OF UGLINESS DONE BY FOLKS THESE DAYS
JUST CAUSE THEY'RE PRETTY THEY SEEM TO THINK IT'S OK
TO RUN AROUND WRECKLESSLY AND DESTROY WHAT THEY MAY
FOR SOME REASON NO ONE WILL PUT THEM IN THEIR PLACE
THEY LET THEM RUN AROUND AND RUIN THE SPACE
BEING PRETTY IS THEIR LICENCE TO DEFACE
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
FOR PERPETUATING SELF-SERVING ABUSE
RAGING BULL ON THE LOOSE
PRETTY IS NO
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
WHEN AN ARGUEMENT COMES WALKIN THRU THAT FRONT DOOR
PRETTY WILL BE USED TO SHUT IT DOWN AND WHATS MORE
IT NEVER GIVES A DAMN OR WHAT THE HELL FOR
SAD TRUTH ABOUT IT IS THAT WE ALL PLAY
AROUND WITH PRETTY HOPING TO BE RUBBED RIGHT THAT DAY
BUT PRETTY ALWAYS HAS IT DONE JUST ONE WAY-ITS WAY
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
FOR PERPETUATING SELF-SERVING ABUSE
RAGING BULL ON THE LOOSE
PRETTY IS NO
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
SO IF YOU FIND YOUR SELF BEING DRAWN UPON SOME DAY
BY SOMEONE PRETTY, THEN IT'S BEST YOU RUN AWAY
CAUSE IF YOU DON'T YOU WILL BE CHEWED UP AND THROWN AWAY
AS YOU WATCH YOUR WORLD SPIN OUT OF CONTROL
YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH A FOOL YOU'VE BEEN SHOWED
YOUR IMAGE CORRUPTED AS IT APPEARS WHEN IT SO WITH
PRETTY PEOPLE
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
FOR PERPETUATING SELF-SERVING ABUSE
RAGING BULL ON THE LOOSE
PRETTY IS NO
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
poem by Talile Ali
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The Mother Believes Her Son
He is serving three years for armed robbery but the mother says my son is not a crim
He is not the one who robbed the uptown drug store for someone else the cashier mistook him
My son has told me that he is not guilty and what he tells me I always believe
He is a kind, honest and loving person and does not use guns and is not known to deceive
The mother believes her son has been wrongfully imprisoned she says my son should not be serving time
My son was mistaken for a lookalike person he was not anywhere near the scene of the crime
Of course she believes what her son did tell her even though her son told her a blatant lie
And she will go on believing he has been wronged right up until the moment that she die
You will not find a love truer or greater than the love a mother has for her daughter or son
She stands by them through their trials and tribulations her offspring in her life are number one
A good mother will stick up for her children despite what others of them have to say
She will always be there for to support them when all others from them turn away
Her son has served a third of his three year sentence she visits him every second day
She says my son he is not even guilty for someone else's crime why should he pay?
poem by Francis Duggan
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The other day at a drive-through, I reminded the teenage girl serving me that she forgot my drinks. She looked at me, hissed, rolled her eyes, and then took her sweet time getting me the sodas.
quote by Neil Cavuto
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Well Done
“Well done”, words we long to hear, as the time of Judgment is near,
To the fine and faithful servant, from the One, Who’s fully observant,
Of everything we do and say, as we live for Him on The Narrow Way,
Living each moment in His sight, as we attempt to be for God a light.
Soon we’ll stand at the Bema Seat, where our lives, God shall repeat,
As all our service, God will replay, after we moved from night to day,
Not the judgment of our salvation, but, service, by God’s Evaluation,
Showing the motives of our heart, from the time our service did start.
It shall be a time of tears and joy, when Divine Fire, God will employ,
Purging from all deeds the dross, when for Christ we bore our cross,
As hearts were deceitful at times, so we strayed, from God’s design,
Serving sometimes with fleshly lust, even when in God, we truly trust.
So all our hay, wood and stubble, shall be burned as spiritual rubble,
That’s all those deeds tainted by sin, in our efforts while serving Him.
While all the gems, silver and gold, God will have our eyes to behold,
As our service, rendered to be pure, for through the fire, it will endure.
Soon will come the end of the age, when God turns the spiritual page,
With the end of the Age of Grace, we shall see our Lord, face to face,
And so when we enter into Eternity, humbled by Christ’s pure Majesty,
We hope to hear from God’s Son, the two words spoken, “well done”.
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The Smallest Leaf
Consider the way of smallest leaf
That grows on the biggest tree
Humbly serving in the life it lives
Just from planting a tiny seed
Serving from the lowest to the highest branch
With total faith to the tasks it’s given
Devoted to dress the naked tree
By the reason that it is living
Enduring the rush of unnatural storms
As the whistling wind sustains its blow
And loyal it hangs through the burning heat
As its maturity starts to show
While its colors adorn the autumn trees
And a new season begins
Where drooping trees portray the scene
That its life is near the end
A call to destiny pulls the leaf
From all thoughts of what could be
Replaced by a bud that will grow in time
As the tree hopes for a bigger leaf
Strong stands the tree that rejects the leaf
After a lifetime of servitude
Though it serves no more value on the tree
The tree still needs it for food.
poem by Kelvin Gene Lee I
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I didn't leave bodybuilding until I felt that I had gone as far as I could go. It will be the same with my film career. When I feel the time is right, I will then consider public service. I feel that the highest honor comes from serving people and your country.
quote by Arnold Schwarzenegger
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Act I, sc. i, line 26
Perhaps if only once you did enjoy
The thousandth part of all the happiness
A heart beloved enjoys,
returning love,
Repentant, you would surely sighing say,
"All time is truly lost
and gone
Which is not spent in serving love."
poem by Torquato Tasso from Aminta (1573)
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