Spider-Man's Vow!
This I would vow, to make my stand
Defending what is right -
To do much more than lend a hand...
On duty day and night!
This I would vow, to sympathise
With those who need my aid -
And though I do this in disguise,
My valour will not fade...
This I would vow, to rescue those
At risk, in mortal dread...
Against all rogues and superfoes
And any they've misled!
This I would vow, my strength, my power,
My spirit, body, soul,
To vanquish villains hour-by-hour...
Yes, this will be my goal!
This I would vow, with earnest faith,
I'll do the best I can!
So criminals beware or brave
The wrath of Spider-Man!
poem by Denis Martindale
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Power Of My Love (Alternate Take 3)
Oh break it, burn it, drag it all around
Twist it, turn it, you can't tear it down
Cos' every minute, every hour you'll be shaken
By the strength and mighty power of my love
Crush it, kick it, you can never win
I know baby you can't lick it
I'll make you give in
Every minute, every hour you'll be shaken
By the strength and mighty power of my love
Baby I want you, you'll never get away
My love will haunt you yes haunt you night and day
Touch it, pound it, what good does it do
There's just no stoppin' the way I feel for you
Cos' every minute, every hour you'll be shaken
By the strength and mighty power of my love
Yeh, yeh, baby I want you, you'll never get away
My love will haunt you yes haunt you night and day
Touch it, pound it, what good does it do
There's just no stoppin' the way I feel for you
Cos' every minute, every hour you'll be shaken
By the strength and mighty power of my love
I said every minute, every hour you'll be shaken
By the strength and mighty power of my love
Every minute, every hour you'll be shaken
By the strength and mighty power of my love
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Power Of My Love
(words & music by b. giant - b. baum - f. kaye)
Oh break it, burn it, drag it all around
Twist it, turn it, you cant tear it down
Cos every minute, every hour youll be shaken
By the strength and mighty power of my love
Crush it, kick it, you can never win
I know baby you cant lick it
Ill make you give in
Every minute, every hour youll be shaken
By the strength and mighty power of my love
Baby I want you, youll never get away
My love will haunt you yes haunt you night and day
Touch it, pound it, what good does it do
Theres just no stoppin the way I feel for you
Cos every minute, every hour youll be shaken
By the strength and mighty power of my love
Yeh, yeh, baby I want you, youll never get away
My love will haunt you yes haunt you night and day
Touch it, pound it, what good does it do
Theres just no stoppin the way I feel for you
Cos every minute, every hour youll be shaken
By the strength and mighty power of my love
I said every minute, every hour youll be shaken
By the strength and mighty power of my love
Every minute, every hour youll be shaken
By the strength and mighty power of my love
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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A True Blessed Hope
Christ is indeed for us my friend, our true Blessed Hope for the end,
He is our Blessed Hope my friend, in that we will see a brighter end.
This Hope is something we can’t see, that we can know is sure to be.
And this hope is for all who come, to a living faith in God’s Only Son.
In Jesus Christ we’re set apart, through faith in Him at the very start,
We’re set apart when we’re saved, from a world that’s quite depraved.
We’re seated in a Heavenly place, through the work of Saving Grace,
And sealed by The Spirit of God, and protected in this world we trod.
Placed on a much different path, and saved so we don’t suffer wrath.
The Wrath of God is sure to come, but not on men who love The Son.
We’re sealed until our redemption, and my friend there’s no exemption,
Once He comes to live in our heart, Christ my friend will never depart.
The Man of Sin is being held at bay, and he shall be up until that day.
Being held back until that very hour, by The Spirit’s restraining Power.
An hour of trial coming upon men, left on earth following Satan’s plan.
Our light will not in the world, when Satan’s darkened plan is unfurled.
For he will be revealed on the day, when The Holy Spirit is taken away.
And that’s the day my dear friend, Believers shall see the brighter end.
For on that day Christ will descend, to the clouds to meet us my friend.
And every believer will one day see, what for many today is a mystery.
The Blessed Hope brings us Salvation, while all others face tribulation.
Jesus is our Blessed Hope indeed, and all the assurance that we need.
Friend there can be no denial, that we’ll be kept from that hour of trial.
Jesus will keep us from that hour, by His Grace and Sovereign Power.
(Copyright ©03/2005)
Insomnia
Thin are the night-skirts left behind
By daybreak hours that onward creep,
And thin, alas! the shred of sleep
That wavers with the spirit's wind:
But in half-dreams that shift and roll
And still remember and forget,
My soul this hour has drawn your soul
A little nearer yet.
Our lives, most dear, are never near,
Our thoughts are never far apart,
Though all that draws us heart to heart
Seems fainter now and now more clear.
To-night Love claims his full control,
And with desire and with regret
My soul this hour has drawn your soul
A little nearer yet.
Is there a home where heavy earth
Melts to bright air that breathes no pain,
Where water leaves no thirst again
And springing fire is Love's new birth?
If faith long bound to one true goal
May there at length its hope beget,
My soul that hour shall draw your soul
For ever nearer yet.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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When The Blue Hour Comes
Orbison/ crowell
The good times are all gone
The night keeps coming on so strong
You cant hold on, no matter what you do
Will there be someone who cares for you
When the blue hour comes?
When the blue hour comes?
And when your restless heart
Tears your world apart
And everywhere you turn
Its falling down on you
Will there be a light that shines for you?
When the blue hour comes for you
If theres anything that you would have me do
Just call on me and Ill be coming through
I will always be there for you
When the blue hour comes
When the blue hour comes
Good times dont last forever
Sometimes its now or never
Darling, reach out for me
You know where Ill be
I will always be there for you
When the blue hour comes
When the blue hour comes
When the blue hour comes for you
If theres anything that you would have me do
Just call on me and Ill be coming through
I will always be there for you
When the blue hour comes
When the blue hour comes
I will always be there
When the blue hour comes
When the blue hour comes
When the blue hour comes....(repeat to fade)
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Strength For The End
As the darkness looms ahead, we’re not filled with worldly dread,
While darkness seems to prevail, we have a Light that will not fail,
Which is our Savior Jesus Christ; Heaven’s Author of Eternal Life,
And it’s He alone who will sustain, believers through trial and pain.
Of the Judgment preached before, it may be at our Nation’s door,
Brought on by the darkness within, causing the nation to fall in sin,
Wickedness to be judged by God, Who has lifted up His Iron Rod,
Of Judgment that must and will fall, on every nation, big and small.
And our Hope which has endured, is one and only, Christ our Lord,
Who shall rescue believers from, all of the darkness that will come.
It is He who supplies us peace, that in darkened times will increase,
As Christ tends to all of His Own, through the Power of His Throne.
A throne that always was and is, God’s seat of Authority solely His,
With power to destroy evil foes, this every believer in Jesus knows,
And it’s God through His Power, that sustains us in the darker hour,
Protected by God’s Son, Jesus, are His Believers, every one of us.
Soon, God will destroy the night, through the presence of His Light,
And before that Christ will rescue, True Believers, both me and you,
From the darkest hour on the earth, when in Him we have New Birth,
That gives us strength in this life, as Believers wait for Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©07/2009)
Our Atlas
Not Atlas, with his shoulders bent beneath the weighty world,
Bore such a burden as this man, on whom the Gods have hurled
The evils of old festering lands-yea, hurled them in their might
And left him standing all alone, to set the wrong things right.
It is the way the Fates have done since first Time's race began!
They open up Pandora's box before some chosen man;
And then, aloof, they wait and watch, to see if he will find
And wake the slumbering God that dwells in every mortal's mind.
Erect, our modern Atlas stands, with brave uplifted head,
And there is courage in his eyes, if in his heart be dread.
Not dread of foes, but dread of friends, who may not pull together,
To bring the lurching ship of State safe through the stormy weather.
Oh, never were there wilder waves or more stupendous seas,
Or rougher rocks or bleaker winds, or darker days than these.
Not Washington, not Lincoln knew so grave an hour of Time
As he who now stands face to face with War's world-shaking crime.
His brain is clear, his soul is brave, his heart is just and right,
He asks no honours of the earth, but favour in God's sight;
His aim is not to wear a crown or win imperial power,
But to use wisely for the race life's terrible great hour.
O Liberty, who lights the world with rays that come from God,
Shine on Columbia's troubled track, and make it bright and broad;
Shine on each heart, and give it strength to meet its pains and losses,
And give supernal strength to one who bears the whole world's crosses;
Take from his thought the fear of friends who may not pull together,
And bring the glorious ship of State safe through wild waves and weather.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Sic a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation
Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;
Fareweel to e'en our Scottish name
Sae fam'd in sang and story.
Now Sark rins tae th' Solway sands,
An' Tweed runs t' th' ocean..
Tae mark whaur England's Province stands:
Sic a parcel of rogues in a nation!
What force or guile could not subdue
Thro' many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by a coward few
For hireling traitor's wages.
The English steel we could disdain,
Secure in valour's station.
But English gold has been our bane:
Sic a parcel of rogues in a nation!
Oh, would or had I seen the day
That treason thus could sell us!
My auld grey head had lien in clay,
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace!
But, pith and power, till my last hour,
I'll make this declaration:
We were bought and sold for English gold!
Sic a parcel of rogues in a nation!
poem by Robert Burns
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Into The Fire
The sky was falling and streaked with blood
I heard you calling me, then you disappeared into the dust
Up the stairs, into the fire
Up the stairs, into the fire
I need your kiss, but love and duty called you someplace higher
Somewhere up the stairs, into the fire
May your strength give us strength
May your faith give us faith
May your hope give us hope
May your love give us love
May your strength give us strength
May your faith give us faith
May your hope give us hope
May your love give us love
You gave your love to see, in fields of red and autumn brown
You gave your love to me and lay your young body down
Up the stairs, into the fire
Up the stairs, into the fire
I need you near, but love and duty called you someplace higher
Somewhere up the stairs, into the fire
May your strength give us strength
May your faith give us faith
May your hope give us hope
May your love give us love
May your strength give us strength
May your faith give us faith
May your hope give us hope
May your love give us love
May your strength give us strength
May your faith give us faith
May your hope give us hope
May your love give us love
It was dark, too dark to see, you held me in the light you gave
You lay your hand on me
Then walked into the darkness of your smoky grave
Up the stairs, into the fire
Up the stairs, into the fire
I need your kiss, but love and duty called you someplace higher
Somewhere up the stairs, into the fire
May your strength give us strength
May your faith give us faith
May your hope give us hope
May your love give us love
May your strength give us strength
May your faith give us faith
May your hope give us hope
May your love give us love
May your strength give us strength
May your faith give us faith
May your hope give us hope
May your love give us love
May your strength give us strength
May your faith give us faith
May your hope give us hope
May your love give us love
May your love bring us love
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Comfort In The End
We get comfort about the End, when in The Word, time we spend,
Writings of Apostle John and Paul, from the visions that they saw,
In those words they have penned, from the Spirit God would send,
So Believers can better understand, the times that are well at hand.
Even those writings of Daniel, help us to see God’s Sovereign will,
Speaking then, of the time ahead, filled with evil, doom and dread,
Daniel speaks of the Nation Israel, and how in time God shall fulfill,
The final times for God’s nation, in the Prophet Daniel’s Revelation.
We are told of a leader to come, and of the evil of where he’s from,
As Satan will be filling this man, to carry out Satan’s darkened plan,
When the devil fills him with power, readied for man’s Darkest Hour,
The hour this man deceives the world, and the Tribulation’s unfurled.
All will precede the Judgment of God, poured upon this earthly sod,
As God’s Wrath of indignation, will be poured down on every nation,
While God destroys every enemy, in a way, which every eye will see,
Destroying every enemy of Truth, with His Wrath of Eternal Reproof.
But, we’re told we won’t see wrath; with Believers on a different path,
Before that Evil One is revealed, God will snatch up all those sealed,
And before God’s Wrath is poured, we shall be raptured by our Lord,
To return with The King of kings, when He returns, to renew all things.
(Copyright ©07/2009)
Purpose In My Trial
Every minute, hour, every morning, He is with me into evening,
And He’s with me all night long, as He fills my heart with song,
A song that carries me all day, as I walk along that narrow way,
In the most trying time of my life, I’m led along by Jesus Christ.
The trial could be here to stay, but, Christ is with me every day,
And every day, He gives me hope, as The Lord helps me cope,
Though the times may look bleak, He helps me when I am weak,
In my weakness His power shows, as my strength in Him grows.
My hope is beyond what I know, as my Faith He allows to grow,
While His Spirit directs me above, all through the trial I speak of,
My trial that will not last forever, while God will forsake me never,
While I walk with Him earnestly, looking forward towards Eternity.
Though I am tried for a while, He helps me keep a cheerful smile,
From God’s peace, He put inside, as in Christ, my Savior I abide,
Through God’s strength and power, as I abide each day and hour,
Being a testimony, for all to see, of the Grace, Christ granted me.
It’s for God’s purpose that I’m here, so in my trial, I need not fear,
Or get weighed down in anxiety, as He knows what’s best for me,
For God, I am here as living proof, of God’s Power and His Truth,
A light, for those around my life, that they may know Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©04/2011)
This Is Our Hour
A word for you,
A word for me;
The hour of the legend-to-be.
The moment is here,
The moment is now;
We will not lay down.
Tis time to take the stage,
To light our world,
Have our flags unfurl.
Dress for the battle!
Strap on your armour,
For this is our hour!
Instant in season,
Ready day and night.
Ready to carry the fight.
Never asleep, always awake,
Starting in defence,
Finishing in offense.
In the homes and schools,
Parks, capital, and beaches
Will we fill the breaches.
Though weak yet strong;
Though dead yet alive;
Through Jesus we survive.
Even when wounded,
We will our sword swing.
We will never give in.
With our last breath,
Will we push down walls.
We will see giants fall.
We will see mountains move.
We will see the dawn of light.
Upon strength upon might!
For we are called by Jesus:
Jesus Christ our only king.
And so let us sing:
This is our hour!
Rise up ye men of valour!
This is our hour!
Follow the King's example.
Though faced with tribulation,
Will we find elation.
To the weary eye
Comes a fiery gleam,
As we now scream:
This is our hour!
This will be our hour,
This is our hour!
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Power To Change
The power God used to save me, is the power that will change me,
The power of the Savior’s blood, and His grace He gives with love.
He is my friend and my Savior, my Sovereign God and my Creator,
And He, who saved my dark soul, can make a heart pure and whole.
The power of His awesome Grace, truly helps me as I seek His face,
To allow His Spirit to take control, as God changes this wicked soul.
The precious blood of God’s Son, has the power to change anyone,
Who comes to The Cross of Christ, to receive from God a New Life.
By Christ’s blood we were bought, so that change could be wrought,
In the body that belongs to Him, Christ who was crucified for our sin,
This body Christ called the Church; He did not leave here in the lurch,
But sent His Spirit, with His Light, to guide us safely out of the night.
The changes are the Father’s will, for this Church that Christ shall fill,
Filled with sinners from every nation, saved by The Lord’s Salvation,
Sanctified by the power of God, throughout the many lands we trod,
As a witness for those still lost, pointing them to our Savior’s Cross.
The changes shall continue in us, as in our Savior we place our trust,
To be all that we can be, through His blood, that flows from Calvary,
As His Grace gives us the power, for our needs, every day and hour,
Until that day, when by God’s Grace, we see our Savior face to face.
(Copyright ©06/2008)
The Clearer Self
Before me grew the human soul,
And after I am dead and gone,
Through grades of effort and control
The marvellous work shall still go on.
Each mortal in his little span
Hath only lived, if he have shown
What greatness there can be in man
Above the measured and the known;
How through the ancient layers of night,
In gradual victory secure,
Grows ever with increasing light
The Energy serene and pure:
The Soul, that from a monstrous past,
From age to age, from hour to hour,
Feels upward to some height at last
Of unimagined grace and power.
Though yet the sacred fire be dull,
In folds of thwarting matter furled,
Ere death be nigh, while life is full,
O Master Spirit of the world,
Grant me to know, to seek, to find,
In some small measure though it be,
Emerging from the waste and blind,
The clearer self, the grander me!
poem by Archibald Lampman
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Bring On The Night
The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads its sail against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow, just another day
God bid yesterday good-bye
Bring on the night
I couldnt spend another hour of daylight
Bring on the night
I couldnt stand another hour of daylight
The future is but a question mark
Hangs above my head, there in the dark
Cant see for the brightness is staring me blind
God bid yesterday good-bye
Bring on the night
I couldnt spend another hour of daylight
Bring on the night
I couldnt stand another hour of daylight
I couldnt spend another hour of daylight
I couldnt stand another hour of daylight
song performed by by Sting
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Bring On The Night
The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads itself against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow, just another day
God bid yesterday good-bye
Bring on the night
I couldn't spend another hour of daylight
Bring on the night
I couldn't stand another hour of daylight
The future is but a question mark
Hangs above my head, there in the dark
Can't see for the brightness is staring me blind
God bid yesterday good-bye
Bring on the night
I couldn't spend another hour of daylight
Bring on the night
I couldn't stand another hour of daylight
I couldn't spend another hour of daylight
I couldn't stand another hour of daylight
song performed by by Police
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Spider-Man
While most folks sleep when night draws near
And dream their gentle dreams,
For Spider-Man the choice is clear
Despite the mad extremes!
While justice isn't always sweet,
Nor swift to ease the pain...
For Spider-Man no easy street,
Yet no good to complain!
Folks criticise the things he does -
He works outside the law...
Yet he persists despite the fuss
To overcome each flaw!
He perseveres and truly tries -
He soldiers on each time...
A warrior who spins and flies
And strives against each crime!
With super strength and spider-sense
He clings to any wall...
He fights his foes to save his friends
With courage to stand tall!
The villains vouch he's hard to kill -
It's hard to track him down!
To see him fly is such a thrill
As he spins cross the town!
For Spider-Man it's life or death -
With safety-net in tow...
Spectators stare and hold their breath
And wonder where he'll go!
For Spider-Man the danger waits -
It's always do or die...
And even if he hesitates,
At least he wants to try!
Give him a chance! He does his best!
Somehow he serves God's plan!
Yes, if you see him, you've been blessed,
'Cos you spied a Spider-Man!
poem by Denis Martindale
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Fareweel To A'Our Scottish Fame
Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;
Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name,
Sae famed in martial story!
Now Sark rins over Solway sands,
And Tweed rins to the ocean,
To mark where England's province stands—
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
What force or guile could not subdue
Thro' many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by a coward few,
For hireling traitor's wages.
The English steel we could disdain,
Secure in valour's station;
But English gold has been our bane—
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
O, would or I had seen the day
That treason thus could sell us,
My auld grey head had lien in clay
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace!
But pith and power, till my last hour,
I'll mak this declaration:
We're bought and sold for English gold—
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
poem by Robert Burns
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Victorious Living
My friend all Believers need to grow, in their Savior whom they know,
For when troubles do abound, you need a faith that’s sure and sound.
As many people believe my friend, however saving faith isn’t the end,
The enemy prowls each day and hour, looking for men he can devour.
We need to be close to God’s side, where in His shadow we can hide,
And as you walk close to The Lord, The Holy Spirit can use you more.
To comfort a dear friend or a brother, one who’s been hurt by another,
Taking them to God’s healing place, that’s in the shadow of His Grace.
God did much more for us when, through His Son we were Born Again,
He want’s us now to walk with Him, The One who died for all of our sin.
To walk with Christ in God’s Love, filled with the knowledge from above,
Knowledge from The Eternal Source, to help us stay His narrow course.
All things we can truly do, through Christ who strengthens me and you,
God helps us walk a higher plane, gaining power through Christ’s name.
Power men receive from Jesus Christ, who died to give men a New Life,
So against the devil we can stand, when we fully rely on the Son of Man.
He who is in you is Greater than, the one who is in this world my friend,
But we need to tap The Spirit’s power, daily friend each and every hour,
And this as we allow The Word of God, to light the pilgrim paths we trod.
Only then can we live in Victory, through the One who died you and me.
(Copyright ©10/2006)
Mind Power
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
So when you walk through the door
Is this the bottom word
The fortress of violence will fall
When the tide will turn
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Is there a place you belong
When there is no love
The light that shines is so strong
When you come out of the dark
Yeah
Were living in a violent world
It makes our heart just freeze
Lets melt the ice with heart and soul
To heal a world that bleeds
(to heal a world that bleeds)
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
So when you walk through the door
Is this the bottom word
The fortress of violence will fall
When the tide will turn
So when you walk through the door
You can make it too
The fortress of violence will fall
If you want it to
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power
song performed by by Scorpions
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