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Bible Stories: Job (Chapter XIX)

Job Answers Again:

Your words can’t vex my soul nor tame;
You have assailed me without shame;
Let it be that I am at fault;
Your words to my wounds seem like salt.

Yes, God has been unfair to me;
O let my fault remain truly;
My cries for justice are not heard;
In deaf ears fall my pleas and word.

He blocks the way that I must take;
Darkness veils my path in its wake;
With glory stripped, I stand thread-bare;
Lost is the diadem I wear.

My hope’s an uprooted tree just;
His fiery wrath rises like dust;
He considers me as a foe;
His troops encamp to plan my woe.

My friends have estranged me in whole;
My brethren have left this poor soul;
All my companions too are gone;
My kith and kin left me alone.

I’m stranger to my handmaids all;
An alien-like, they view my fall;
My servant does not heed my call;
I plead but he stays like a wall!

My breath is abhorred by my wife;
I’m loathed a one in earthly life;
The children young too despise me;
They scoff and laugh at me freely;

Gone are my friends who were so dear;
Gone are the ones beloved and near;
My bones slash through my body-skin;
God hand has struck me for my sin.

Inscribe my words in a record;
Etch them in rock forever, Lord;
Why hound me as I’m less divine?
If only written be my line!

I long to see my Lord and God;
Behold I must before my rod;
The matter’s crux lies within Him;
For crime not mine, my life turned grim!

(5-2-2007)

poem by John Celes
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Dysgenics

Think you've got the control?
A string of words I've heard before
Tread the path, walk the line
You let yourself believe the lies
Your whole life is just an empty shell
Abandoned soul, angel from hell
Eyes fixed on you
I see your thoughts pierce the darkness
Words flow from the wounds
Bring to life the lifeless
No image can replace, the dark fall from your grace
Dreams last as long as it takes to remember
They always fade
When all is said and done
You'll see that there's still only one
Pain you caused, hate you filled
There's not much left of you so called will
So now you look, and now you find the truth in a cesspool of lies
Wake up
You're in disorder
Wake up
You've got nothing to give
Eyes fixed on you
I see your thoughts pierce the darkness
Words flow from the wounds
Bring to life the lifeless
No image can replace, the dark fall from your grace
Dreams last as long as it takes to remember
They always fade

song performed by by Quo Vadis
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Flawless Belief

As ashes slowly fall I turn to heed my inner call
To feel the gap within my soul
I must find the one inside the whole
Flawless belief, is what my eyes see
A shining figure here before me
A divine idol we all plead to
I'm down on my knees I worship you with owe
I'm down on my knees my belief forever strong
And I call out to you my lord of light
Watch my faith how it glows
God await that I know
My praise for him I shall bestow...
And sing it, praise you lord, he is the lord
In all pas centuries I've lived
False believers lived in eternal lie
We live our life - amen
Giving love to the end
Shadows rise and fall
At God's divine call
The answer to my pleas
Let all madness cease
This will be done

song performed by by Orphaned Land
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Manifest Thy Glory

A troubled soul has cried today
His words were lost in pained emotions,
His thoughts at random as he prays,
O Lord, give ear to his devotion.

For all of us are like lost sheep
We wander 'bout in our solutions,
We go in circles, fall down deep,
In our quicksands of destruction.

Our strength is gone, so with our will,
Our troubles multiply to drown us.
We run to You Lord, You will heal,
For Your Name's sake, save this Dust.

Please take our hand and help us Lord!
We've seen what you have done for others.
Our hope is in Your promised Word,
And our affliction is not forever.

You will answer, this You promised
Because You are good and full of mercy,
Your will in life is all we wish,
In our time, manifest Thy Glory!

'You are the God Who performs miracles,
You display your power amongst the peoples.'

Psalm 77: 14

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Mirror, Mirror

(m. sembello/d. matkowsky)
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
You said you had the answers to it all
You never told me Id take a fall
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
You, you turned my life
Into a paperback novel
Words that come to life
Inside your little melodrama
Chapter one
When I was young
I came to you with my problems
Chapter two
You promised me love
And anything that I desired
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
thought you said you had the answers to it all
Never told me I was gonna take a fall
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
You have nailed my heart
Upon the wall for your pleasures
You have cast a spell
That cannot ever be broken
And now
My eyes grow tired
I watch my picture getting older
But i
Remain the same
Trapped in this mirror forever
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
thought you said you had the answers to it all
You never told me I was gonna take a fall
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
I talk to you each night
And I follow your advise
Youve been wrong
Whats the price I have to pay
For this fairy tale thing called love?
Let me go!
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
thought you said you had the answers to it all
Never told me I was gonna take a fall
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
thought you said you had the answers to it all
Never told me I was gonna take a fall
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
Let me go
Mirror, mirror
Mirror, mirror
Mirror, mirror
Mirror, mirror
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
thought you said you had the answers to it all
Never told me I was gonna take a fall
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
Tell me mirror
Tell me mirror
Tell me mirror
Tell me mirror

song performed by by Diana Ross
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How Do You Preach?

Fiend as you preach along the way, do men listen to what you say?
And as The Truth you do impart, do you preach with all your heart?
Friend do you preach with urgency; pointing other men to Eternity?
And do you simply state God’s Truth, in the light of men’s reproof?

It’s not our words that they hear, but God’s Truth they must endear.
Believers must not color God’s Word, to be liked, when we’re heard.
It isn’t our opinions that they need, but God’s Truth they must heed.
Share The Word and nothing more, leaving the results to The Lord.

Do you have a passion in this life, for sharing Truth of Jesus Christ?
Do you have a zeal deep inside, to explain to men why Christ died?
Do you have that burning desire, to snatch others from eternal fire?
Do the words out of your heart; remain with others after you depart?

Soon this temporal life shall end, and Eternity is very real my friend.
We live this life, then we’re gone, but eternity friend goes on and on.
And eternity can be life or death, all beginning with your final breath.
For anyone to enter Eternal Life, they must first accept Jesus Christ.

Men may scoff behind your back, with Truth unhindered from attack,
They may mock you quite openly, about God, who they can not see.
Men can choose to reject The Lord, and be in darkness forevermore,
Although they scoff be assured, all men shall confess Christ as Lord.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Psalm 31

In you oh Lord I put my trust
May I never be ashamed
For you are my Rock and strong high tower
And my wild heart you have tamed

I stand upon the solid Rock
Of Christ my King Divine
You lead and guide, you are my strength
I the branch, You the Vine

Consider my troubles oh Lord my God
In grief my eyes waste away
My bones are dry, I have no strength
My life is like an endless day

My enemies laugh, they are full of scorn
And fear lies on every side
I'm a broken vessel, forgotton and lost
And I'm drowning by an incoming tide

Yet I trust in you, you are my God
And my times they are in your hand
And I shall hide, in the secret place
And on this Rock I shall forever stand

How great is your goodness oh Mighty God
You are the Rock of my salvation
Love the Lord your God, ye saints of earth
For He brings justice to every nation

poem by Frank McEleny
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Working on the value of words

Working on the value of words
~
some words require more
more than being spoken
written, read or listened to
some words need feeling
given their own soul
a touch of emotion
some words fall easily
across the page
or off the tongue
like a catchphrase
meaning almost nothing
words without value
spoken to be heard
said and not listened to
or written and missed
all without feeling
give words emotion
soul, fire and life
give words value
work the next line

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Broken Chances

My Love,

I don't know how you're going to get this,
But it is my last word on this Earth.
Just what ever you do sit alone and read this.
I want you to be at the lake where you gave me my first kiss,
I want you to sit by the tree that held us, and read this.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were my love, my only one person who always made me smile,
You held my hand through so many things, so many firsts.
You were my light you were my smile
And you told me the three deadly words,
The words that always kill, but first make you smile.

I have sewed my mouth shut, so you will never see me smile.

I would melt at the sound of your voice,
I would just sit and listen just to know you were really there,
I would call when you weren't home, just to hear your voice.
My wish every day was to hear you say 'I love you',
To hear your voice.

I have glued my ears so I don't have to listen to your lies.

I remember the feeling of your hands running through my hair,
You'd weave your fingers through it to comfort me,
Sometimes I would act sad just to feel your fingers in my hair,
I would silently smile and melt in your arms.
I remember your fingers running through my blond hair.

I have cut my hair so I can never remember that feeling.

U can see you standing looking at me with your sparkling eyes,
I always see you,
I can never see past those deep eyes,
I can see you smile at me, see your hands reach for mine.
I can still see your eyes.

I have cut my eyes out so I can never again fall into your deceiving eyes.

You made my heart race with butterflies, with hope.
I gave you my heart to keep, you said you'd never break it,
You gave me the one thing i needed ti keep going; hope.
And I fell for the traps, I gave you EVERYTHING.
I ave you all the hope I held in my heart, my soul.

I have stabbed my heart, just so you can't shatter what's already broken.

You became my life, you became my love, my everything.
No matter what happened I still loved you,
And no matter what I tried to give you everything,
And you made me loose so much that I'm left with nothing,
And with my dying breath I give you what was all I had left, my everything.

I take my life to show you what love really means, that it's not the lie you told.

I may not be able to smile when you hold me,
I may not be able to hear your words even if their truth,
I may not be able to remember you soothing touch, or your warmth,
I mat not be able to see your eyes, or your reaching hands,
I may not be able to press my beating heart against your skin,
I may not be able to give you a second chance, for like my heart it is broken,
But After the pain and lies, I believe in what I felt for you,
And hope maybe someday you'll believe the same, and find beauty from pain

Even with nothing left to give you but my word, I breath my last breath for you.

I lay in silence to let you live, to give to you a broken second chance,

For I will always love you,
Be............

by: Bethany Maxwell =)

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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The Other

I cannot write.
The star is dead.
The poet in me returns to slumber.
So fleeting the instant, so silent the time,
Already Fall slips into December.
The twilight has come.
The end is near.
The final sigh of Winter.
Nature heaves, my heart dies.
Life poised on a balanced whisper.
That cannot fly, is already gone,
Far away, twisted by a convulsive mutter.
I am lost, I am dread,
The illusion so faint, so sweet.
It was said, I once said.
You are mine, I am yours,
In you fulfilled, I drink and meet.
Lost, oh lost, hopelessly lost forever.
Escape, escape, I fly, I run, I go.
On the precipice of dreams, I roam.
Roam in search of another.
But I am, no more, I know,
No more will Beauty shine.
For what is right, what was mine
Has left, has left me for no other.
I cannot write.
The star is dead.
The poet in me has fallen.
Fallen asleep, away from me,
Fallen in the hands of another.
It was said, I once said.
That love lasted forever.
The brilliant bushel of light
I surmise
Has fallen to the shadows of Winter.
So have you betrayed me,
With lies,
In lies, you lied with another.
So fall I have, in Fall I shook,
In Fall I met with a stranger.
Not of peace, not of hope.
The sightless eyes of restless demise,
These eyes of sorrow did whisper.
Of the deed you did, of the cries of joy,
The cries you never would utter.
For me, for me, for me,
For me you ever did slumber.
But for him, this man,
The alien, the fool,
You did turn yourself traitor,
You gave yourself, so entirely,
So entirely to another.
I cannot write.
The poet is dead.
I finally put an end to the torture.
It was a beautiful night,
Not a breeze crossed my sight,
On this longest twilight of December.
I slew the poet,
I slaughtered the stranger,
I murdered the man, this Other.
But in shame, in shame,
In misery, I did exclaim,
In shock I beheld another.
Not a stranger, no other man,
Truly
None other, none other was the stranger.
One and the same,
Yes, one and the same,
I had been deceived forever.
This curse, this doom,
This misery, this gloom,
Must look no further for its maker.
The artist of design,
The creator of the Line,
The one and only Stranger.
I cannot write,
This poem is dead.
I am now trapped in eternal slumber.
The poet was right.
It was said, I once said.
Beware the longest night of Winter.
The Beautiful night, the absence of light,
Will bring you, truly,
Will bring you naught but dread.
And so it was, the poet was dead.
The deed was done,
I ended the stranger, the impostor,
The traitor.
But in death, in death,
Even with his final words he said:
My brother, my brother,
What have you done my brother.
There is no Other.
Rest peacefully brother.
For together, in each Other.
I am dead.

poem by Jeremy Cahoon
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I'm no longer blind (Quatern poetry)

(A Quatern is a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains. It is
similar to the Kyrielle and the Retourne. It has a refrain that is in a
different place in each quatrain. The first line of stanza one is the second
line of stanza two, third line of stanza three, and fouth line of stanza four.
A quatern has eight syllables per line. It does not have to be iambic or follow
a set rhyme scheme. line 1 line 2 line 3 line 4 line 5 line 6 (line 1) line 7
line 8 line 9 line 10 line 11 (line 1) line 12 line 13 line 14 line 15 line 16
(line 1)

Dear Lord, please have mercy on me,
You're always near my painful soul,
You are my focus and my goal,
In the falling rain I'm your tree.

Help me for I am a sinner.
Dear Lord, please have mercy on me.
'Cause I'm Your humble devotee,
Asking Christ to come for dinner.

Guard Thou with light this pain of mine.
I'm no longer blind I can see.
Dear Lord, please have mercy on me.
Your words through me will always shine.

Save me by Your grace, set me free.
Keep my way, truth and life in Christ.
And so I'll know that Thou exist.
Dear Lord, please have mercy on me.

poem by Marieta Maglas
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Perishing But Renewed

Though by illness my life is rent, I am mindful it's only a tent,
I speak of this body of mine, my temporal body for this time,
Though my outward body perish, my life in God I can cherish,
As inward I'm renewed by God, for life above this earthly sod.

My body may fail on the earth, but, my life is in my New Birth,
Now a member of God's Family, I received promises eternally,
Knowing on earth we all may die, real life starts above the sky,
In a place, prepared by Christ, where we begin our Eternal Life.

Our bodies are temporal friend, for this earthly life has its end,
An end indeed we all will see, and then there will be an eternity,
The end won't be the same for all, as we are under Adam's fall,
And some at their last breath, will see not eternal life but death.

However, in Christ I have hope, when in times it's hard to cope,
As this present cancer impedes, my present life with its needs,
My Lord God is always there, helping with each need and care,
Helping me trust in Him not me, as He prepares me for eternity.

For me there's only eternal gain, but my life He too can sustain,
Extending my life, as a mortal man, if that is within God's Plan,
So He would allow my present life, to continue on with my wife,
That we may both depart together, to live with our Lord forever.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Psalm 150

Praise the Lord of the morning
When the sun rises from its sleep
Praise the Lord for His excellent greatness
For His beauty makes me weep

Praise the Lord when the darkness falls
And the moon rises high above
Praise the Lord for His majestic glory
And His everlasting love

Praise the Lord in the winter
When the snow falls on the ground
Praise the Lord for His glorious presence
When we stand upon holy ground

Praise the Lord of the summer
When the days are warm and long
Praise the Lord for His magnificent splendor
And the saints shall sing a new song

Praise the Lord of the springtime
When the blossoms on the tree
Praise the Lord for His holiness
And for the Blood that set us free

Praise the Lord of the Autumn
When the leaves fall to the ground
Praise the Lord for His faithfulness
And that His grace abounds

Praise the Lord when your happy
And there's a smile upon your face
Praise the Lord for His mercy
And for His saving grace

Praise the Lord when you're in despair
And your pierced by a fiery dart
Praise the Lord for HIs loving kindness
That restores your broken heart

Praise the Lord with your last breath
As you lie upon your bed
Praise the Lord for His promises
To raise you from the dead

Praise the Lord for all eternity
As you gather around His throne
Praise the Lord for His incredible beauty
As you worship Him alone

Let trumpet, harp and timbrel praise
And dance before the King
Let all with breath praise the Lord
And with their voices sing

Hallelujah to the King of Kings
We worship and bow down
We sing to you forever more
And we will crown Him with many crowns

poem by Frank McEleny
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Life is a Journey; Not a Destination

The time has come
To say good bye
I gave it my all
I really did try

I took your heart
Which I broke in two
I tried to fix it
I did all I could do

Your eyes once warm
Now dead and cold
Your words once soft
Now cutting and bold

I became the man
You knew I could be
But now it's too late
These changes you won't see

You live in my past
Not here in today
Tomorrow doesn't matter
Our dreams washed away

You need to be happy
So I need to go
These changes to you
Are only a show

I bid you farewell
I wish you the best
I hope you find peace
I hope you find rest

I hope you find life
How you want it to be
I hope you find love
Even if not with me

My journey continues
Even if I'm alone
My Lord God will guide me
To wherever is home

For He knows my heart
And he knows my soul
In him I do trust
I am not alone
For the day will come
When I know his plan
I once was a boy
But now I'm a man

Even though I feel weak
I know I am strong
My path it is narrow
My path is so long

So I bid you farewell
And I hope I will find
That your path is not different
You're just two steps behind

For this is life is so short
And I have no control
My one living wish
Is to be one with your soul

It may not be tomorrow
But in the next life
Eternity together
As husband and wife

Take care my sweet princess
Take care my best friend
I will love you forever
As time has no end

On my path I continue
My heart it does know
Where God wants to take me
So with Him I will go

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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All That Love Asks

All that I ask, 'says Love, 'is just to stand
And gaze, unchided, deep in thy dear eyes;
For in their depths lies largest Paradise.
Yet, if perchance one pressure of thy hand
Be granted me, then joy I thought complete
Were still more sweet.

'All that I ask, ' says Love, 'all that I ask,
Is just thy hand clasp. Could I brush thy cheek
As zephyrs brush a rose leaf, words are weak
To tell the bliss in which my soul would bask.
There is no language but would desecrate
A joy so great.

'All that I ask, is just one tender touch
Of that soft cheek. Thy pulsing palm in mine,
Thy dark eyes lifted in a trust divine
And those curled lips that tempt me overmuch
Turned where I may not seize the supreme bliss
Of one mad kiss.

'All that I ask, ' says Love, 'of life, of death,
Or of high heaven itself, is just to stand,
Glance melting into glance, hand twined in hand,
The while I drink the nectar of thy breath,
In one sweet kiss, but one, of all thy store,
I ask no more.'

'All that I ask'-nay, self-deceiving Love,
Reverse thy phrase, so thus the words may fall,
In place of 'all I ask, ' say, 'I ask all, '
All that pertains to earth or soars above,
All that thou wert, art, will be, body, soul,
Love asks the whole.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Psalm 139

The Book of Life was opened
And a name was written down
All of heaven stood and gazed
Not a movement, not a sound

The angels watched in silence
As the story did unfold
And from the pages of the book
The story it was told

And life sprung up from off the page
These words became a man
The angels gasped to see such work
To see God's mighty plan

A soul was fashioned in His hand
And how, no one could tell
It was marvelous and wonderful
And this my soul knows well

Where could I go from you Spirit Lord?
Could I hide in the depths of the sea?
No matter where I run to Lord
You still come after me

I could take the wings of the morning
And fly into the darkest night
And there be blinded by the darkness
And you would come and give me sight

I could ascend to the highest heaven
And I would find you there
I could fall to the lowest pits of hell
And discover that you are everywhere

And so you came and sought me out
Even in this hell dark place
For the day and night are both alike
As they gaze upon your face

For in the glorious light of heaven
There is no darkness that can stand
For through the very gates of hell
You came and took me by the hand

And you laid your hand upon me
That hand that gave me birth
That hand that knew me through and through
Before I came to earth

For before the earth was fashioned
That Book was in your hand
Before the sun shone in the sky
All of this was planned

Oh search me God and know my heart
That sin may have no place in me
For I was covered by your Blood
That precious Blood of Calvary

This sin it would assault my soul
And rob and steal and take from me
The testimony of my King
And what He did on Calvary

But praise the Lord there is no power
Neither hell nor death nor misery
Can come against the precious work
The precious work of Calvary

How precious are your thoughts to me
They're more in number than the sand
I'll praise you Lord eternally
My name was written by your hand.

poem by Frank McEleny
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The Book Of Life Was Opened

poem by Frank McEleny
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Blind, Deaf, Dumb and Dead

Lord, I was blind and could not see
the full extent of Your love for me.
Lord, I was deaf and could not hear
the words of life You spoke so clear.

My heart was cold and unaware
of all the wounds You had to bear.
I was dead in trespasses and sin
when You came to earth my love to win.

Then my Lord You reached out to me
and touched my eyes and made me see.
Unstopped my ears to hear Your word
to hear what You were saying Lord.

You unloosed my tongue so I could speak
of the One Who came my soul to seek.
My heart renewed and began to beat
and in Christ alone I stood complete.

poem by Royston
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Now when I look at others
I peer much closer, and try to see:
What is in them,
Is also within me.

A friend of God
Is indeed a friend of mine;
Brothers to others
Throughout all time.

For, above cloudy skies
The sun does shine, and
Somewhere out there, the amatuer poet writes grand words...
Whether they do or do not rhyme.
The human story
Is full of much glory
That the world cares not to notice,
For human kind
Is littered with self inflicted crime, and
Tis a twisted, sordid affair
As so much evil takes its share.
God alone knows
The way it all goes
When life knocks any of us down
So hard to the ground;
May we with compassion
Truly try to understand,
The lost, afraid, and lonely
Child, woman, and man.
And thereby begin to comprehend
The things people do
Are not at all perfect, nor nearly always right,
Just needs be to make it through
The darkness of another fearful night.

-Judgement is not anyones to assert,
For no mortal is able to fully understand
The degree of personal pain in the hurt.
God alone, sits on Heaven's justice throne.
Mercy and grace arrive in so many ways
Across a multitude of lives and days;
Who then is qualified to truly decide
The magnitude of evils treacherous lies,
Or the pain therein
Endured by any one human?
Upon such angels dare not even glance,
Lest they also fall into a worldly trance.
For God has already forgave
All mistakes made,
The heavy cost
Nailed long ago on a wooden cross.
Therefore, ignorant human endeavor
Is left not at all too clever;
Rather than kick-em-when-they're-down
Bend low, and lift a ' friend ' up, off the ground.
Because all it would take for Christ's sake,
To show love and compassion has already been done
By God's own son.
So dare to look ahead
Far beyond this the land of the dead,
And despise not others
Nor judge the 'different', our sisters and brothers.
We all have our burdens to bear
Pressing upon the wounds we wear;
How much better 'twould be
In love and with care
The heavy load to share,
While trying earnestly to understand why
For some 'to live is to die'.

A friend of God
Is indeed a friend of mine;
In God we are all friends,
Into and right on through
The very end of time.
When all together, forever
We shall live and dance,
And everyone is a true friend...
With a God given chance.

poem by Smoky Hoss
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Wounded

Lost and broken
Hopeless and lonely
Smiling on the outside
But hurt beneith my skin
My eyes are fading
My soul is bleeding
I'll try to make it seem ok
But my faith is wearing thin
So help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That i'm open
That i'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And i need some one to help me sow them up
I only wanted a magazine
I only wanted a movie screen
I only wanted the life i'd read about and dreamed
And now my mind is an open book
And now my heart is an open wound
And now my life is an open soul for all to see
But help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That i'm open
And i'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And i need some one to help me
So you come along
I push you away
Then kick and scream for you to stay
Cuz i need some one to help me
Oh i need some one to help me
To help me help these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That i'm open
And i'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And i need some one to help me sow them
I need some one to help me fill them
I need some one to help me close them up

song performed by by Good Charlotte
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Where Did They Go Lord

(words & music by frazier - owens)
The words of her promise
The flame of her faith
The love that would never drift away
Where did they go lord, where did they go?
You know somehow forever
Slipped out of my hands
And my dreams ran away with the wind
Where did they go lord, where did they go
You know sometimes I wish
I had lost her to another
Well but lord she just walked off all alone
And the heart thats within me is not bitter just hurt
And bewildered because her love had gone
Oh the passion I trusted
The truth that I leaned on
And the hope that would forever keep me strong
I cry out my questions
Oh, the answers are all gone
Where did they go lord, tell me where did they go
Where did they go lord, tell me where did they go

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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