The God of love
punishes us not deservingly
befitting our offences and sins
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An energy tax punishes senior citizens, it punishes rural Americans, if you use electricity it punishes you. This bill will increase your cost of living and may kill your job.
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The God of Love!
By love, God made the universe;
By love, God created the earth;
By love, God made man and woman;
By love, God gave them each a soul.
By love, God cares for human needs;
By love, God watches over man;
By love, God gave Ten Commandments;
By love, God punishes man too.
By love, God made Heaven for man;
By love, God sent His son to earth;
By love, God had Christ die on cross;
By love, God nullified sins’ rod;
By love, God waits to embrace man!
The God of love made man with love;
But man with sins questions Him, ‘How? ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-13-2007
poem by John Celes
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Forgive and Forget
So often do we fall into big sin;
Sometimes, we sin by habit endlessly!
And when we ask God’s forgiveness for sins,
Does not the merciful God forgive us?
Many are our trespasses to others;
When God forgives us, shouldn’t we our brothers?
If God punishes man without mercy,
Not a single soul can reach heaven!
Forgive your brethren just as God forgives our faults;
Forget others’ trespasses for God’s sake;
Forgive ev’n your foes if you can at times;
God surely will reward us our kind acts.
‘Love your neighbor as thyself, ’ said Jesus;
And Jesus died for mankind’s sins, not His!
How lovely is the love of God for man!
Then love our neighbor likewise, we all can!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-3-2007
poem by John Celes
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We go on a lot in this country about offences being caused by drugs. The truth is just as many offences are caused by drink. And that should be taken into account.
quote by Jeffrey Archer
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Our Sins
Our sins are leading us away from the truth!
Our sins are causing all the troubles in this world,
Our sins are bringing about all these wars around us,
Our sins have torn us apart from love! !
And, we now hate each other in this world.
Glabal warming! !
And, it is all because of our sins;
Our sins have really destroyed everything around us.
Just watch the news!
Just listen to your neihbour!
Just look around you!
Just see how much hatred is being expressed among us!
Our sins have torn us apart from love.
Scenes, sins!
Of the scenes of life full of many troubles;
All in the name of our sins.
The Creator, whose Original Name is Yahweh,
Created us all with true love in many colours;
But, our sins have led us to hate each other on this earth.
Famine, disaster, sickness, accident, drought!
And all the global warming seen around us;
Are all caused by our sins because,
We failed to follow the Laws of Yahweh.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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God’s With You; Are You With God?
God made man from dust of earth;
To dust, we’ll surely return;
God made man with soul and so,
Man seeks God and divine mirth!
No servant becomes Master;
No creature, Creator;
Yet, man was made in God’s image;
God’s love, no one can gauge.
Man is just a speck of dust
And lives in sin, pride and lust;
Yet, God loves man so deeply,
And forgives him so neatly.
Man lives on earth by grace of God;
His days are pre-destined by Lord;
All things just happen by God’s nod;
But our sins could get His rod!
Man strives to seek the unseen God;
But God is always within him;
Estranged from God is man in sin,
And life on earth turns rather grim!
Why waste your precious time in sin?
Why gather wealth meant for the bin;
Why spoil your health with drugs and gin?
Is your soul befitting Heaven?
Confess your sins to God, man.
Repent; increase your life-span;
Do more good and tilt the pan
In your favor, when you can.
poem by John Celes
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7 Deadly Sins
7 seven deadly sins
Thats how the world begins
Watch out when you step in
For seven deadly sins
Seven deadly sins
Thats when the fun begins
(seven deadly sins)
(sin number one) was when you left me
(sin number two) you said goodbye
(sin number three) was when you told me a little white lie
Seven deadly sins
Once it starts, it never ends (seven deadly sins)
Watch out aroung the bend (seven deadly sins)
A seven deadly sins (seven deadly sins)
(sin number four) was when you looked my way
(sin number five) was when you smiled
(sin number six) was when you let me stay
Sin number seven was when you touched me and told me why
Seven deadly sins
So many rules to bend
Time and time again
Seven deadly sins
Seven deadly sins
(seven deadly sins)
(seven deadly sins)
(seven deadly sins)
Seven deadly sins
Thats how the world begins (seven deadly sins)
Watch out when you step in (seven deadly sins)
For seven deadly sins
Seven (seven) seven (seven) seven (seven) seven (deadly sins)
song performed by by George Harrison
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Bible Stories: Job (Chapter XXXV)
You mean to say you are more just
Than Almighty God who is first?
There is no advantage, you say
In being sinless, any day!
I can reply you and your friends;
Behold the skies that seem sans ends;
Look at the heavens higher up;
Don’t sins give God a bitter cup?
How do your sins injure the Lord?
Although many, can they hurt God?
By righteousness, how do we serve?
Does it add to our earthly verve?
Our wickedness affects just men,
And justice, only fellowmen;
In oppression, men cry to God;
When they want help, they seek the Lord.
Men ask, ‘Where’s God, most divine,
Who made man wiser than beasts’ fine? ’
Though thus, they cry to God with pride,
The Maker takes not wicked’s side.
To say that God does not then hear,
Or notices the man so dear,
Is vanity of extreme kind:
Which God does not bother or mind!
Though man isn’t able to see God,
His case will come before the Lord;
Should man not wait for fear of rod?
To do things otherwise, looks odd!
God punishes such souls on earth;
He cares not what happens since birth;
The words of Job are purposeless;
He rambles speech that’s so aimless.
poem by John Celes
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Sins and pleasure
Pleasure of sins lures me to sin.
Sins of pleasure follow me in.
I sow sins to harvest pleasure
And sow pleasure to harvest sins.
Virtues might promise me pleasure
But it is sins that assure of it.
Sins are the food meant for senses.
Virtues are the food made of ego.
I do sins to derive pleasure
And then repent to cleanse my soul.
Virtues I stay with; sins I flirt with.
29.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The way of the world
The easy routes; short-cut methods, unfair!
Influences form their predominant link;
Their lungs love breathing for life-time foul air;
This is the way of the world- most men think.
Most men with bad demeanour, seem to thrive;
Some men who do misdeeds, keep living long;
And men with evil doings, stay alive;
So, people don't hesitate to do wrong.
The day soon comes when God punishes men,
Who always ignored His basic tenets;
Some evil men are sent to Lion's den;
Some land in penury; prisons and debts.
Alas! 'Tis late to undo one's past sins!
The Righteous, hard-working man always wins!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: The way of the world
The easy routes; short-cut methods, unfair!
Influences form their predominant link;
Their lungs love breathing for life-time foul air;
This is the way of the world- most men think.
Most men with bad demeanour, seem to thrive;
Some men who do misdeeds, keep living long;
And men with evil doings, stay alive;
So, people don't hesitate to do wrong.
The day soon comes when God punishes men,
Who always ignored His basic tenets;
Some evil men are sent to Lion's den;
Some land in penury; prisons and debts.
Alas! 'Tis late to undo one's past sins!
The Righteous, hard-working man always wins!
poem by John Celes
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Confessing Sins
when guilt is full
there comes a time when we think of
the possibility of confessing our sins,
the usual sins of omissions
more than our sins of commissions,
to a friend perhaps, but you doubt
for he has more sins than you have
and it might as well end
on the reverse, you the listening tree
and he the barking dog,
or perhaps to a religious group but
you shy away because of their number
and you might as well at the end be the
subject of their gossip
in town for a week or so,
and so you become a catholic again
on a Sunday before your parish priest
you kneel down and confess your sins,
and your dismay the priest says,
'
my son these are not sins anymore
under the new doctrines
with an ending, don't worry my boy
you'll do penance just the same
say three our fathers and three hail Mary's
and don't come back
your sins are the same as mine'
what comfort is this, when sins are confessed
to a person on the same misery and guilt as we are.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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T5
a day goes beyond sunset
lengthened to a few meters
darkness dances under colored
neon lights
there is more to it even
than what i
in fidelity does: teaching a class
of law going beyond
precarium and mens rea
there was something more
in Oedipus and Antigone
the brooch that he used to
remove his eyes from its sockets
and roam the world as a beggar
holding only a staff and his
empty bowl
because even if he once was
king(destiny toyed what he is)
he sinned, and there is no law that
punishes him
he punishes himself.
their eyes turn round
the skies are gray
i hear the rain from the alum roofs
the class is dismissed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sorrow Sins &Love
Stories that never been told.Bitter feelings never been express.Security that never was secure.Confussion and Knowledge not to be told. Emotions cut short, lives that can't be restored Sorrow Sins&Love
A son who looks like his father A daughter who's sed and a mothers sins.The past is to deep as if it eas throwning water.A soldier who is loyal to defend the one thing he loves.Sorrow Sins &Love
Addiction more powerful then drugs love that never been found, wounds that can't heal.A bowl that can't be filled. Sorrow Sins & Love.
Math problems never to solved forgiveness as black as this ink im writting with.Unexplained theories and music without sound. How we express our misfortunes. How can we subside our doubt.
Sins only the devil can understand Sorrow in which jesus weep love knowing one day it would be ecknowledge.
These indregients can't bake a cake but know how will determinate the comfortablity.Those who know the story hold the truth.Look towarf the future to find a better you.Sorrow brings happiness Sins you can repent and Love cover all things.
poem by Lucinda Bryson
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Yeltsin
A deep trance channel,
And of my single steps to Yeltsin;
But bringing forth the fruits of love,
And like the befitting acts of your love!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sin and Stuff
Lord – if that is how
a stranger, I, should address
that stranger, you –
I – or one resembling I –
have done so many actions
which the world would classify
as crimes, or sins, according as
the one who classified them might believe…
and in the classifications which
men attribute boldly to that presumed you,
there must be crimes or sins which are unnamed
which I have done; good left undone…
indeed, your devotees would see it as a sin
if any single breath, any heartbeat passed
without their holding you in mind…
So if I understood forgiveness, as beyond
the way we scold our children, even punish them,
yet never cease to love…
then I would ask forgiveness of my sins
in that same spirit; yet I would ask, first,
understanding; mine, and yours
(though I would hope them finally the same)
for I believe that really, the you
that I perceive you as –
that really, you’re my best friend…
who understands my crimes and sins
better than I do myself…
and in that understanding, love.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Oer my Sins Thou sit and moan...
Oer my Sins Thou sit and moant
Hast thou no Sins of thy ownt
Oer my Sins thou sit and weept
And lull thy own Sins fast asleept
What Transgressions I commit
Are for thy Transgressions fit
They thy Harlots thou their Slave
And my Bed becomes their Grave
Poor pale pitiable form
That I follow in a Storm
Iron tears and groans of lead
Bind around my akeing head
And let us go to the highest downs
With many pleasing wiles
The Woman that does not love your Frowns
Will never embrace your smiles
poem by William Blake from Songs and Ballads (1794)
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A Rendezvous
Nightly I put up this humble petition:
'Forgive me, O Father of Glories,
My sins of commission, my sins of omission,
My sins of the Mission Dolores.'
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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When Your Sins Come Home to Roost
When you fear the barber’s mirror when you go to get a crop,
Or in sorrow every morning comb your hair across the top:
When you titivate and do the little things you never used—
It is close upon the season when your sins come home to roost.
Many were the sins of others and you never were to blame,
Some were sins you shared in common—you must suffer all the same;
Some were sins of wasted hours with the wine cup or a mate,
But you cannot share the burden—and they come in duplicate.
Oh! you’ll find the fowls are heavy and their claws are sharp and deep—
They will bow your head in working, they will jerk you from your sleep,
And so many hands are eager just to give your back a boost
On the road to wreck and ruin when your sins come home to roost.
But you don’t let on they’re roosting and you take some only way,
And you never whine or guzzle and you neither curse nor pray;
You will never for an instant let your lower lip be loosed—
But you stand up like a soldier when your sins come home to roost!
And you’ll find them growing lighter till you find room for a few
Of the sins of other mortals who have weaker souls than you:
Then you’ll smile, and not too sadly, at old sins reintroduced—
And you’ll be a man in many when your sins come home to roost.
poem by Henry Lawson
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