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Waisted

The Lord has given me
A waist
Not so I can bow
To Him
But so I can bend
To lift one who has
Fallen and is hurting
After one of life's
Disappointing moments

poem by David Kush
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Disappointing Daughter

Meet their disappointing daughter,
with her disappointing ways.
They would oh-so-love to humour her,
but it really never pays.
What's wrong with that girl, anyway?
She's always in a daze.
Why won't she join in with their games?
Her brother always plays.
It's not that they're ashamed of her -
but some of her displays -
and, let's face it, in public, too...
Such a disappointing daughter:
imperfect;
human;
got drunk when younger;
went out with a few dodgy blokes,
when younger -
such a disappointing daughter,
with her disappointing - unforgivably
disappointing - ways.

poem by Paula Puddephatt
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Freedom words

thanks my lord for all the challenges that make me stronger.

thanks my lord for all the opportunities that take to my destiny.

thanks my lord for all the work that makes me happy.

thanks my lord for all the friends that lift my spirit.

thanks my lord for all the happy moments that sparkle my soul.

thanks my lord for all my family that make me euphoric.

thanks my lord for all the discipline that lead to my success.

thanks my lord for giving the gift of life that I venerate....

poem by Antonio Manjarrez
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If It's Hurting You

Please don't think of me
If you do you gotta block it
I got chills tonight
And you can't be here to stop it
I'm not a parasite
It's just a lonely night
Tonight

I walked from the bar
'Cause they were only laughing
I wished on our star
But they covered it in satin
I'm not a gigolo
That's what I want you to know
Tonight

Ooh ooh
I've hurt you I can see
Ooh ooh
Do you think it's not hurting me

Ooh ooh
The grass ain't always green
And if it's hurting you
You know that's its hurting me
You know that's its hurting me

You'll meet other men
Who will break your heart
If I see you with them
It's gonna tear me apart

Maybe in another life
We wouldn't be alone
Tonight

Ooh ooh
I've hurt you I can see
Ooh ooh
Do you think its not hurting me

Ooh ooh
The grass ain't always green
And if it's hurting you
You know that it's hurting me
You know that it's hurting me
You know that it's hurting me
You know that it's hurting me

song performed by by Robbie Williams from Sing When You're Winning
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Lord May I Come?

Life and night are falling from me,
Death and day are opening on me,
Wherever my footsteps come and go,
Life is a stony way of woe.
Lord, have I long to go?

Hallow hearts are ever near me,
Soulless eyes have ceased to cheer me:
Lord may I come to thee?

Life and youth and summer weather
To my heart no joy can gather.
Lord, lift me from life’s stony way!
Loved eyes long closed in death watch for me:
Holy death is waiting for me –
Lord, may I come to-day?

My outward life feels sad and still
Like lilies in a frozen rill;
I am gazing upwards to the sun,
Lord, Lord, remembering my lost one.
O Lord, remember me!

How is it in the unknown land?
Do the dead wander hand in hand?
God, give me trust in thee.

Do we clasp dead hands and quiver
With an endless joy for ever?
Do tall white angels gaze and wend
Along the banks where lilies bend?
Lord, we know not how this may be:
Good Lord we put our faith in thee –
O God, remember me.

poem by Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
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Bends In The Road

As we journey down here to and fro, we never know where pathways go,
We can never see around the bend, to where that present path may end.
We can plan straight all our courses, as we rely upon our own resources,
In spite of all the time you spend, we never know what’s around the bend.

With many a roads having a bend, we need a source on which to depend.
You can use the source of a friend, but no man knows every road’s bend.
There is one who knows every course, who truly is a much higher source,
And that One is The Lord Jesus Christ, The Shepherd of pathways in life.

Friend all roads have bends in this life, sometimes causing pain and strife.
Christ can help you down any road; He’s always ready to lighten our load.
The Lord will lead you down any path, guiding you with His Rod and Staff.
Christ will always see you through, always knowing where you’re going to.

A bend could simply be in God’s plan, this to lead you to The Son of Man,
As God could use a sticky bend, to help you consider where you may end,
Bends in the road can help you see, that you need to think about eternity.
Before the end of this earthly course, men need to seek an eternal source.

There’s a final bend for you and me, and this bend shall begin an eternity.
Did you ever take the time my friend, and ponder where your life will end?
There is one who knows every bend, and where in eternity you will spend,
So take some time to seek Jesus Christ, and let that bend be Eternal Life.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Thank You

When I think about how you saved my soul
I'm compelled to praise you
Like a woman out of control
So I lift up holy hands
I take advantage of this chance to say thank you
When I think about what you brought me through
I'm reminded to praise you for all that you had to do
So I lift up holy hands
I take advantage of this chance to say thank you
So from the bottom of my heart I say
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you
When I think about were you brought me from
I gotta praise you like the victories already won
And I lift my hands
I take advantage of this chance to say thank you
When I think about oh Lord yes
Why you love me so
I'm compelled to praise you because
I really don't care whose looking and who knows that I love you
And I lift up my holy hands
I take advantage of this chance to say thank you
Oh, everyday of my life I just wanna say
Thank you, (Thank you Lord)
Thank you, (I gotta thank you)
Thank you, (Because of who you been to me)
Thank you, (You been a shealter in the storm)
Oh and I Thank you
You been a rock that I can stand on Thank you Lord
And I say Thank you
You been a bridge over any kind of water
I gotta say Lord I thank you
With all my heart with all my soul
Everything within me says thank you Lord
Thank you Lord
Lord I thank you, Lord I thank you, Lord I thank you
For all you done to me
Thank you Lord
Theres no words that I can say but you been good
I can't thank you enough no no no no no
Thank you Lord (I just wanna thank you)
I wanna thank, I wanna thank you
I gotta thank you, just wanna thank you
I thank you yes, I thank you yes, I thank you yes, I thank you yes
And I say.....I wanna thank you
Said Lord I thank you yes
Thank you

song performed by by Yolanda Adams
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Thank You

song performed by by Yolanda Adams
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On A Hill Under The Blue Sky

On a hill under the blue sky
Your body once did bend under sin,
for long moments my glance were set tense,
did your crucifixion cling to me,

and I trusted my life anew to You,
while below Jerusalem baked in the sun.
On a hill under the blue sky
Your body once did bend under sin,

while I watched that city for moments,
and everything in the future I wanted to do with You,
in my ears was every curse and scolding
that after thousands of years still clings to the place
on a hill under the blue sky.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Luggage

I am a traveller
with only one bag of luggage.

In my bag,
is my passion
to the beauty of many colors
and lights of this universe...

my commitments to many people
who have shared with me
dark moments
and joyful moments too...

and my hopes and dreams
to finish my travel
without hurting anyone
but leave everyone
with only happy moments
to treasure.

poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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The Race Already Won

Today the race, which we run, by The Lord, was already won,
As we run following His lead, He shall supply all of our need,
In this race, that we call life, following our Lord, Jesus Christ,
The race was won for all of us, that by our Lord, Christ Jesus.

Though that race has been won, sometimes it is far from fun,
With hurt and pain on the way, but, in that race we must stay,
With each path determined by, The Lord, Who reigns on high,
In accordance with God’s Plan, ordered for every saved man.

Now being led along by Grace, every bend, we now can face,
With total trust in The Son, Who, began the race for everyone,
And we must simply fix our eyes, on Christ, the ultimate prize,
For it’s God’s Son, Jesus Christ, Who is the Author of our life.

The very One who gives salvation, is the Author of destination,
Going ahead of all steps we take, no followers He will forsake,
He abides with us the whole race, to provide all needed Grace,
As those rugged pathways appear, to continue on without fear.

On every turn and bend in the road, Christ helps carry the load,
Making a heavy burden seem light, as we run through the night,
And after this life’s final bend, we shall finish in Eternity, friend.
As we finally see our Lord’s face, at the finish of this life’s race.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Hurting

Hurting
hurting deeply
hurting severely
weeping, rolling, irritated
hurting
hurting like a caged boar
hurting like a woman in labour
hurting like a godly man prior
repentance
lamenting
lamenting like a hungry infant
outwitted by your superior craft
of segregation
stranded on a deserted island of
inferiority
burdened by excruciating pains caused
through deprivation
suffering from the wounds of
prejudices
haemorrhaging like a severed vessel-
weakened by your master culture
swamped by your perfect philosophy
imprisoned, betrayed, suppressed and
miseducated
with the perfect help plan.
Hurting, hurting, hurting!

poem by Paul Andrew Bourne
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Praise Your Holy Name

For all youve done -- Thank you
With my hands, I applaud the maker of creation, Holy Father
With my mouth, I extol, shouts of jubilation, Hallelujah
(You satisfy my hearts desire) With many good things,
I gotta thank ya
(You redeemed my very life) To you my heart sings
(With everything, I lift you up high)
(Let everything within praise your holy name )
With everything I,
(With everything, I lift you up high)
Lift you up Lord,Everything within me
(Let everything within praise Your holy name)
With the dance, I will praise, rejoicing in my Savior
Oh Lord, Youve been good
For Your everlasting love and unmerited favor,
Grace and mercy to me
(The Glory of Your majesty), even the skies have to display,
Yeah, yeah
(Day and night, and night and day) Youre worthy of praise
(With everything, I lift you up high)
I lift you, oh Lord I thank you, I gotta praise your Holy Name
(with everything I lift you up high)
I lift you Lord, so wonderful, I gotta, (praise your name)
Everything I do I wanna do it all for you
Let me be calm when Im there, praising your holy name
I wanna lift you up so high for the world to see
(Bridge)
I lift my hands, my hands I raise
To give You glory, to give You praise
I wanna live, so I can give all of my service unto You
Because Youre worthy Oh Lord your worthy
Oh yes, Youre worthy, worthy of the praise,
And the honor and the glory
And all majesty belongs to you.
With everything I do, everywhere I go,
I gotta tell everybody about your goodness,
About your goodness, about your goodness
Oh yeah, Yeah, youve been good, Lord,
Youve been good Lord, Youve been good Lord
You've been good Oh
Better to me, better to me, better to me than I could ever
be to myself
Youve been good Lord, thats why I thank you, thats why I praise ya
Hey
My hands are lifted, my voice is raised, to give you glory,
to give you praise
Huh, huh, praise ya,Huh, huh, praise ya
Oh I praise ya, Oh I praise ya
Oh, only you Lord, Only You Lord
Only you are worthy of the glory
You are worthy of the honor, uh, of the honor
You are worthy, worthy, worthy, worthy, worthy
I praise you, I lift ya, Magnify ya,
Because you are worthy of the praise.

song performed by by Yolanda Adams
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I Cant Stop Hurting You

She looked at me with eyes that cut right through me and said
You must be blind
Let me tell you a little something about yourself
Youre the hurtin kind
I must admit after the pain and fight
Ive a sneaking suspicion that you might be right
I love you, I love you, I love you
But I cant stop hurting you
I want to, I want to
I cant stop hurting you
I cant, I cant
I cant stop hurting you, its getting bad
I dont know what to do
I see you packing up all your precious little things
That mean so much to you
I hurt you now youre moving out again
But we know just what youll do
Well see the error of our ways in crime
With conciliatory promises well change this time
I love you, I love you, I love you
But I cant stop hurting you
I want to, I want to
I cant stop hurting you
I cant, I cant
I cant stop hurting you, its getting bad
I dont know what to do
I love you, I love you
I cant stop hurting you
I need to, I need to
I cant stop hurting you
I cant, I cant
I cant stop hurting you
Its getting bad, I dont know what to do
And when you go I miss you all night
The wounds heal from the scratch and bite
I dont know whats wrong
I dont know whats right
But I cant stop hurting you
I cant stop hurting you
We talk so coolly about the pros and cons
When I get hot headed I just cant hold on
I love you, I love you, I love you
I cant stop hurting you
I need to, I need to
I cant stop hurting you
I cant, I cant
I cant stop hurting you
Its getting bad, I dont know what to do

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Here is the Little Door

Here is the little door, lift up the latch, oh lift!
We need not wander more but enter with our gift;
Our gift of finest gold,
Gold that was never bought nor sold;
Myrrh to be strewn about his bed;
Incense in clouds about his head;
All for the Child who stirs not in his sleep.
But holy slumber holds with ass and sheep.

Bend low about his bed, for each he has a gift;
See how his eyes awake, lift up your hands, O lift!
For gold, he gives a keen-edged sword
(Defend with it Thy little Lord!),
For incense, smoke of battle red.
Myrrh for the honoured happy dead;
Gifts for his children terrible and sweet,
Touched by such tiny hands and
Oh such tiny feet.

poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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Hurting For You

Yesterday
I just saw the one you left behind, yesterday
I could tell that he was hurting for you
Sad, but he cant deny it
There was nothing else he could do
He was one of the many struck by it
Hurting for you
Finish before it started
Its the only thing left to do
cause the last of the broken-hearted
Is hurting for you
Day to day
Thats how you should learn
To live your life, day to day
Put aside those dreams that keep hurting for you
Dont let the pain remind you
There is nothing else you can do
Better not ever let the day find you
Sympathy
I dont want to sound like what I feel
Seems like pity at all
Destiny
But in the great design of life
We are all so pitifully small

song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Lord, I Lift Your Name on High - Hillsong

(men)
Lord, I lift Your name on high,
Lord, I love to sing Your praises.
I'm so glad Your in my life,
I'm so glad You came to save us.
(Chorus)
You came from heaven to earth,
To show the way,
From the earth to the cross,
My debt to pay,
From the cross to the grave,
From the grave to the sky;
Lord, I lift Your name on high.

(ladies)
Lord, I lift Your name on high,
Lord, I love to sing Your praises.
I'm so glad You're in life,
I'm so glad You came to save us.
(Chorus)

(Chorus) x 2

poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Taste And See

You, friend, would be hard-pressed, to find a day you aren’t blessed,
When you know the Lord above, Who fills our heart with joy and love,
Love that prompts you all your days, to lift up to our God real praise,
Praise of thanks lifted to the One, Who sent to men His Beloved Son.

You’d be hard-pressed too friend, to not find God around each bend,
Traveling down all paths of this life, in good times and those of strife.
Wherever you go, God will be there, when no one else, seems to care,
Even with your trials far behind, God is there providing peace of mind.

Friend, it’s very hard to reason why, The Lord above, one would deny,
When it was God, who loved us first, as we were sinners, at our worst,
And yet, He died for you and me, to grant sinners a new life, eternally,
While all you must do is to believe, and Eternal Life, you shall receive.

It was The Lord, who paid the price, when His Son became a sacrifice,
When we as sinners, were at enmity, with The Lord God of all Eternity,
The God above and Eternal Creator, became our Lord and our Savior,
When He displayed amazing Love, redeeming us with His shed Blood.

Today if you thirst and hunger friend, The Lamb of God I recommend,
Who died for the sin of every man, as core of God’s redemptive plan,
So taste and see, that God is good, and join His Eternal Brotherhood,
Looking forward to Eternal Life, with our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

poem by Bob Gotti
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The Hour Of Prayer

Child, amidst the flowers at play,
While the red light fades away;
Mother, with thine earnest eye,
Ever following silently;
Father, by the breeze of eve,
Call'd thy harvest-work to leave -
Pray: ere yet the dark hours be,
Lift the heart, and bend the knee!

Traveller, in the stranger's land,
Far from thine own household band;
Mourner, haunted by the tone
Of a voice from this world gone;
Captive, in whose narrow cell
Sunshine hath not leave to dwell;
Sailor, on the dark'ning sea-
Lift the heart, and bend the knee!

Warrior, that from battle won,
Breathest now at set of sun;
Woman, o'er the lowly slain,
Weeping on his burial plain:
Ye that triumph, ye that sigh,
Kindred by one holy tie,
Heaven's first star alike ye see-
Lift the heart, and bend the knee!

poem by Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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Never Be Mine

I look at you and see
My life that might have been:
Your face just ghostly in the smoke.
Theyre setting fire to the cornfields
As youre taking me home.
The smell of burning fields
Will now mean you and here.
This is where I want to be.
This is what I need.
This is where I want to be.
This is what I need.
This is where I want to be,
But I know that this will never be mine.
Ooh, the thrill and the hurting.
The thrill and the hurting.
I know that this will never be mine.
I want you as the dream,
Not the reality.
That clumsy goodbye-kiss could fool me,
But Im looking back over my shoulder
At you, happy without me.
This is where I want to be.
This is what I need.
This is where I want to be.
This is what I need.
This is where I want to be,
But I know that this will never be mine.
Ooh, the thrill and the hurting
Will never be mine.
The thrill and the hurting,
It will never be mine.
It can never be.
The thrill and the hurting
Will never be mine.

song performed by by Kate Bush
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Psalm 33

Sing unto our God a new song
Lift up your hands to Him in praise
For He is our Lord and lifter of our heads
And we shall bow to Him all of our days

By the word of His mouth, the heavens sprang to life
And He gathers up the oceon in a heap
The earth is full of the goodness of the Lord
And the order of the stars is His to keep

So let the earth rejoice and the people stand in awe
He rides upon the circle of the earth
From heaven above, He sees the sons of men
They glorify the Lord they long to serve

No king is saved by the number of his men
His strength shall not deliver in that hour
Our hope is in the Lord and Him alone
Its by His Spirit not by might nor pow'r

So we wait upon you Lord
You are our strength and shield
We trust in you alone forever more
We lift your name on high
And forever we shall cry
When you knock we run and open up the door

poem by Frank McEleny
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Related quotes

Disappointing Daughter

Freedom words

If It's Hurting You

Lord May I Come?

Bends In The Road

Thank You

Thank You

On A Hill Under The Blue Sky

Luggage

The Race Already Won

Hurting

Praise Your Holy Name

I Cant Stop Hurting You

Here is the Little Door

Hurting For You

Lord, I Lift Your Name on High - Hillsong

Taste And See

The Hour Of Prayer

Never Be Mine

Psalm 33

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