Before You
Behold!
The men whom you put in prison are standing in the temple!
Preaching and teaching the people the truth;
But i will brandish my sword before you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Not Peace But A Sword
On the scene came Christ The Lord, not with peace but with a sword.
The sword was The Word of Truth, and to many it became a reproof.
To many hearts Truth would come, to acknowledge God’s Only Son.
But many just wouldn’t believe, and The Truth they would not receive.
For many tradition plays a part, following old ways that sway the heart.
Christ came with the New Covenant, fulfilling the Word prophets sent.
But many men would only dispute, Christ’s teaching on Eternal Truth.
His teaching would have men opposed, to others in their own homes.
A father would oppose his own son, about Christ Jesus being the One,
Who was sent from God above, sent to demonstrate His Father’s Love.
A man’s daughter would cause strife, as she too would oppose his wife.
She also would contest the life, which men would found through Christ.
Truth alone as one’s ultimate source, was for many the dividing force.
Many would turn away from Christ, while they embrace this earthly life.
While others would find true unity, through Christ’s teaching on Eternity.
And Jesus is The Prince of Peace, whose Eternal reign will never cease.
Today He reigns in the heart of men, who through faith are Born Again.
Born Again through The Spirit above, who by faith receive God’s Love.
And today if you embrace your sin, you too, will stand opposed to Him.
But you don’t have to fear the sword, if you will accept Christ as Lord.
(Copyright ©11/2005)
They Had One Mind
The first century church was lead by one sprit and it had one mind,
This unique oneness however, doesn't seem to be apparent in our time.
Peter and John were both put into prison not for some heinous crime,
But for preaching God's Gospel with passion to all, time after time.
As Christ left the Church His instruction to them it was very clear,
And they were able to preach without hesitance and without any fear.
While preaching the Truth the Light exposed the error of men's ways,
We too, my friend, must expose error with Truth in these final days.
Watering down God's Truth with love does no one any good my friend,
For all, who fail to embrace Truth; will be judged by Him in the end.
Preachers will be accountable for how they handled His instruction,
And ignorant, unstable people distort Truth to their own destruction.
Paul was so concerned for Truth that he cursed the foolish Galatians,
For anything apart from God's Word is just one of Satan's creations.
And when Paul caused sorrow to the Corinthians, he didn't regret it,
For their sorrow was intended by God, to lead them to repentance.
God has one Truth that has been preached throughout all generations,
For when John had finished at Patmos, God sent no more revelations.
And one Truth John wrote in Revelation to be a sign of the end time,
It won't be The Church but the beast and his followers with one mind.
(Copyright © 02/2003)
The devil had as good have let Paul alone, for he no sooner comes into prison but he falls a preaching, at which the gates of Satan's prison fly open, and poor sinners come forth.
quote by William Gurnall
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Do not suppose, dearest Sir, that I am so short-sighted as to destroy my life by English preaching, or any other preaching. St. Paul did much good by his preaching, but how much more by his writings.
quote by Henry Martyn
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What she told me
Arrived at last at the monastery
she listened as he asked
why are your aspirations so very puny?
why do you not aspire
to be liberated for the sake
of all mankind?
and, she said, she could
have cut the silence with a sword;
the two-edged sword, of unreason
and of reason; the same light
flashing from the hero’s sword
or burning steady, gentle, from the candle
there in the temple of the heart.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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How Shall I Build
How shall I build my temple to the Lord,
Unworthy I, who am thus foul of heart?
How shall I worship who no traitor word
Know but of love to play a suppliant's part?
How shall I pray, whose soul is as a mart,
For thoughts unclean, whose tongue is as a sword
Even for those it loves to wound and smart?
Behold how little I can help Thee, Lord.
The Temple I would build should be all white,
Each stone the record of a blameless day;
The souls that entered there should walk in light,
Clothed in high chastity and wisely gay.
Lord, here is darkness. Yet this heart unwise,
Bruised in Thy service, take in sacrifice.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Born In A Prison
Were born in a prison, raised in a prison,
Sent to a prison called school.
We cry in a prison, we love in a prison,
We dream in a prison like fools.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live with no reason, kicked round for no reason,
Thrown out without reason like tools.
We work in a prison and hate in a prison,
And die in a prison as a rule.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live in a prison mong judges and wardens
And wait for no reason for you.
We laugh in a prison, go through all four seasons,
And die with no vision of truth.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
Born in a prison!
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Born In A Prison
Were born in a prison, raised in a prison,
Sent to a prison called school.
We cry in a prison, we love in a prison,
We dream in a prison like fools.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live with no reason, kicked round for no reason,
Thrown out without reason like tools.
We work in a prison and hate in a prison,
And die in a prison as a rule.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live in a prison mong judges and wardens
And wait for no reason for you.
We laugh in a prison, go through all four seasons,
And die with no vision of truth.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
Born in a prison!
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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I would not care whether truth is pleasant or unpleasant, and in consonance with or opposed to current views. I would not mind in the least whether truth is, or is not, a blow to the glory of my country. If necessary, I shall bear in patience the ridicule and slander of friends and society fo the sake of preaching truth. But still I shall seek truth, understand truth, and accept truth. This should be the firm resolve of a historian.
quote by Jadunath Sarkar
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No Taking Down
Precisely the truth
truth is as truth
does truth is meant
for the strong
while lies were ment
for the weak those with
bleak smiles and sad faces
those who can not deal
with the trial that
life faces those who
cry out for there mama
to save them from that
mean man preaching to
them the hideous truth
the man that is not afraid
who will not buckle under
pressure of dislike
but will stand fast on
the word of God and his
truth
poem by Prince KnightenRodgers
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True Charity
it is very difficult,
if not impossible,
to help someone
who will not help
theirself.
true charity lies
in teaching people
how to better their conditions,
and standing by them
while they do it!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sho
The Priests of the Lord are everywhere on this earth!
But, what are they teaching my people?
For in the same churches are the muse of war! !
And, i still don't understand what they teach my people on this last days;
However, i am Sho, who is always looking for the truth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Going To Africa
The gathering of the spirits!
The gathering of the minds,
The gathering of the people,
The gathering of the race;
But, i am free once again.
Best of love,
Best of the best!
White oak and water,
Black oak and sugar,
Going to Africa! !
Of the Balck Ark,
Of the White Ark,
Natural mystic,
Revelation! !
Of light and darkness,
In the city.
Keep on learning,
Keep on teaching,
Keep on writing,
Keep on preaching!
And, let the system teach us all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Generosity
Getting a good life has been a knowing disease,
A ready living haphazard that is your property.
I find people are kinder as the days go by,
As they travel like a boat on a sea, and not a river.
Beauty can fail and wonders are for extra help,
Sugar can now be eaten if concentrated you are
In the sweet moments, the one and two forgiven.
Alive I cherish any remainder of hats and coats,
Alive I brandish a holy and saintly guide - the sword!
This is generous if my leader has a reading.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Tai Chi.
Tai Chi is a mixture of meditation and slow movements
Teaching us patients, calmness and persistents.
Adding some of the TAO's teaching,
It can bring flexibility, strength and well being.
Personally I choose this kind of activity,
Which calms the mind, the body & make ready for eternity.
Gently healing all organs & muscles what I have in & outside,
Going through this existence we need such a guide.
Anyway, according to the old masters teaching
Our bodies are the temples of God, our duty is caring.
We must take the best care as long as we are here,
Never abuse it, then to the Truth we will be near.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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A beautiful remark
Dear poetess no to full marks
Love can’t be neglected with that remarks
You may be master of philosophy
You might have earned a prestigious trophy too
It reflects you are well read
You can comfortably lead
You are queen of emotions
No doubts about it with any questions
You are not like athelet sitting in pavalion
You can’t live permanently with oblivion
Love is eternal and reflects in our behavior
One must come out of it and act as savior
Books are out guide and philosopher
It leads any individual to live in dignified manner
It is beter late than never
The isolation has to be ended for ever
Who can assess for self or portray?
People may express unhappiness and even dismay
It is not logical to allow sentiments to come out and play
Let us confide it to self and sincerely pray
It is individual’s personal domain
No one can force to part with or retain
It is one’s own prison or free world
The relation can be developed into hot or cold
We might have been dejected on many counts
There may certainly be some pressure to mount
That should not lead to any frusteration
It must help to build self for elevation
Let your guidance help people to overcome
No to isolation and openness to welcome
It has to be in all the respect a positive outcome
It may help not to many but certainly to some
I wish and appeal you to shed the thinking
Vanes are there for fresh intake and breathing
It may certainly be not the preaching
But it may be golden way of teaching
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Spirit Of Crazy Horse
This world is of me
And I am of it
It makes me who I am
What I must be
The birds fly freely
They are my family
Teaching freedom
The bear and buffalo - my family
Teaching strength, endurance
The beaver and tortoise - my family
Teaching perseverance, patience
The wolf - my family
Teaching loyalty, friendship
The fox - my family
Teaching wisdom, insight
The air - my breath
The river - my blood
The grass - my bed
The starry night - my blanket
To remove any piece of this
Diminishes me
Suffocates me
Destroys me
When I fight
Not only for my people but my family
To die fighting is the way of my family
To resist servitude until my death is honorable
The time of resistance is now
To fight or be broken
To stand tall - not to crawl
The day my breath joins the wind will be a good day.
poem by Claude H Oliver II
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Truth
People around globe love me
I am affordable from poorest to the richest.
But I hardly find few buyers
my availability need no permit or passport.
I am omnipresent in the universe.
Humanity favor me when listen from others.
Everyone utilize me for their favor.
But many of them hate to follow me.
I allow myself to be used against me.
I am more powerful than sword.
People take oath for me but did not follow me.
They are innocent and ignorant people.
Only brave and strong person can buy me for good.
I can pray to god that more and more person follow me
Instead of listening from other mouth.
People across the globe called me……Truth and only truth
Truth hurt some time, but always a good help for human being.
poem by Ajay Srivastava
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Today... 'The Child Jesus
Led by the Spirit His parents had brought
The Child Jesus into the Temple court
The Temples' to the temple had come
To keep the law and the required custom
The glory of the Lord was there that day
In that building composed of earthly clay
Greater glory than in Solomon's reign
God into His temple had come again
Few expected Him to come in this way
‘Twas not at the request of men that pray
But to fulfil the law and pay the price
A pair of turtle doves as sacrifice
Simeon and Hannah were present there
And in prophecy began to declare
That Child in their arms was the Holy one
Born of God, His only Belovéd Son
As this great moment began to unfold
The world passed by too busy to behold
For this Child Jesus was to change the way
In which man has to come to God today
The veil of the temple was torn in two
It's now possible for man to pass through
That Child in the temple became a man
And died on the cross to fulfil God's plan
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If I'd written all the truth I knew for the past ten years, about 600 people - including me - would be rotting in prison cells from Rio to Seattle today. Absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism.
quote by Hunter S. Thompson
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