Pestilence
Of the arrow that flies by day and,
Of the pestilence that walks in darkness;
But, 'He who dwells in thre secret place of the Most High will,
Abide under the shadow of the Almighty'.
Do you know the pains that i have been through?
And, do you know the shame that i have received?
For there are those who believe in the Bible but others do not;
And we will all cry by the end of all things on this earth.
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Psalm 91
I shall dwell in the secret place
And kneel before your throne of grace
I shall look upon your holy face
And abide in the shadow of the Almighty
You are my tower and my fortress
You are my God and you are boundless
You are my light even in the darkness
When I abide under the shadow of the Almighty
I shall not be afraid of the terror by night
Nor the arrows that fly by day
For you are glorious in my sight
And nothing can stand in your way
A thousand may fall by mu side
And ten thousand may fall by my hand
Yet I dwell in the shadow of the Almighty
In you alone forever I stand
Your angels watch over us night and day
Lest we dash our foot against a stone
In times of trouble we cry to you
We cry to you before the throne
poem by Frank McEleny
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Psalms in Poetry - Chapter 91
1 The one who dwells in shelter of Most High
will rest in shadow of Almighty God.
2 I’ll tell the Lord, 'He’s my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.'
3 And He will save you from the fowler's snare
and from the deadly pestilence.
4 He’ll cover you with His feathers;
Under His wings, you’ll find refuge;
His faithfulness will be your shield, rampart.
5 You will not fear the terror of the night,
nor arrow flying during day,
6 Nor pestilence that stalks in dark,
nor plague that destroys at midday.
7 Though thousand fall at your side, still
and ten thousand at your right hand,
but it will not come nearer you.
8 You’ll only see with your own eyes,
the punishment of those wicked.
9 You make the Most High your dwelling—
even the Lord, who’s my refuge-
10 No harm will come upon you then;
no disaster comes near your tent.
11 For, He’ll command His angels all
to guard you well in all your ways;
12 They’ll lift you up in their strong hands,
so that your foot strikes not a stone.
13 You’ll tread on lion and cobra;
you’ll trample lion and serpent.
14 'Because he loves Me, ' says the Lord,
'I’ll rescue him; I’ll protect him,
For, he acknowledges My name.
15 He’ll call upon Me, and I’ll answer him;
I’ll be with him in all troubles,
I’ll deliver and honor him.
16 With long a life, will I satisfy him
and show to him my salvation.'
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-13-2009
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Mettle
In the secret place of the Moast High!
Come and enjoy the full Laws of the Creator wth us;
For there is true love under the shadow of the Almighty! !
But, i am Mettle with the words of peace.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Quiet (& Still)
quiet
this princess that dwells
in the secret pond of
my heart
the lotus
that blooms
in the stillness of the water
above this mud
quiet
the stare that i give
to darkness
to death
quiet
the hands that despite
the odds
willingly shall surrender
to God's law
shall abide
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Fly
It's no secret that the stars are falling from the sky
It's no secret that our world is in darkness tonight
They say the sun is sometimes eclipsed by a moon}
Y' know I don't see you when she walks in the room
It's no secret that a friend is someone who lets you help
It's no secret that a liar won't believe anyone else
They say a secret is something you tell another person
So I'm telling you... child
Low Voice:
A man will beg
A man will craw
On the sheer face of love
Like a fly on a wall
It's no secret at all
It's no secret that a conscience can sometimes be a pest
It's no secret ambition bites the nails of success
Every artist is a cannibal
song performed by by U2
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Selective Belief: Rewriting The Bible
The twentieth century
witnessed the rise
of a new phenomenom
in Western Nations
across the world.
The strange case
of selective belief,
rewriting the Bible.
Belief read like a roll
of declining acceptability
for these creators
of their own personalized
selective belief system.
Yes we believe in God,
a personal creator, the majority!
But not Satan the Devil,
we choose not to believe in him?
Belief in God, Satan, but not demons?
No we choose not to believe in
demons – they are not real?
Miracles no. They never happened?
Some self professing
so called Christians;
rewrote the whole Bible,
removing all miracles!
Of course not much
of the Divine nature;
of Almighty God Jesus,
the Holy Spirit is left!
After calling both
God and Jesus liars!
(these Bible rewriters read?
their blasphemy bible
miracle stripped.)
All Abrahmic religions;
the world’s three primary,
monotheistic faiths
Judaism Christianity Islam;
3.8 billion followers,
of three Abrahamic religions
over half the world’s population;
must condemn blasphemy vehemently,
because God created miraculously!
The reason: Bible rewriters deny;
created vision recorded in Genesis;
all holy writings in these religions.
Jesus is not God not a Prophet;
to Bible miracle rewriters merely;
a personal guru a cute philosopher.
Problem: Jesus declared the existence
of demons, even non-biblical sources,
attest the multitude of Jesus’s miracles
preformed. God omniscient omnipotent
omnipresent; the all powerful Almighty!
Omnipotent: the all powerful nature of God;
almighty power unlimited infinite power;
all-powerful Lord who has created all things;
and sustains all things by His Word miraculous;
a word of wisdom for the miracle removers
“In the beginning God created
the heavens and the earth.” Genesis 1: 1
“In the beginning was the Word,
and the Word was with God,
and the Word was God.
He was with God in the beginning.
Through him all things were made;
without him nothing was made that
has been made. In him was life, and
that life was the light of men. The light
shines in the darkness, but the darkness
has not understood it.” John 1: 1-5
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Church Not Made With Hands
Bye-bye shadowlands
The term is over
And all the holidays have begun
Now she walks in fresh fields
Her tracks are on the land
She is everywhere and no place
When its dark and evening falls
She moves among men
They would seek to have her as a prize
But she is in the shadows
The ocean and the sand
She is everywhere and no place
Her church not made with hands
Not contained by man
She is dancing high as clouds
Faster than the arrow
As straight as any crows that flies
Accross great seas she travels
Up through rising lands
She is everywhere and no place
Her church not made with hands
Not contained by man
Isnt that a pretty sun
Setting in a pretty sky?
Will we stay and watch it darken?
Will we stay and watch it darken?
The church not made by hands
Not contained by man
That precious place
Unmade by man
song performed by by Waterboys
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Psalm 97 part 3
Grace and glory.
Th' Almighty reigns exalted high
O'er all the earth, o'er all the sky;
Though clouds and darkness veil his feet,
His dwelling is the mercy-seat.
O ye that love his holy name,
Hate every work of sin and shame;
He guards the souls of all his friends,
And from the snares of hell defends.
Immortal light and joys unknown
Are for the saints in darkness sown
Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise,
And the bright harvest bless our eyes.
Rejoice, ye righteous, and record
The sacred honors of the Lord:
None but the soul that feels his grace
Can triumph in his holiness.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Fertile Earth
walk with me this fertile earth,
breathe deep, and unashamed.
touch the petal, the thorn,
lie naked on the ground....
know the wind as your lover,
bathe in the rain.....
touch the one beside you,
really touch.... read with
the tips of your fingers....
paint your hunger with your lips
upon her neck, her breasts...
run your tongue deep inside
her thoughts, her secret garden;
suck the darkness from her soul.
breathe light into her longing,
unlock the chains that have her bound....
kiss her shadow as she flies....
walk with me this fertile earth!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Inseparable (Shadow)
Where on earth
Will my shadow go
When on this earth
My time ceases to be?
Will it have
no place to go,
No other choice
but faithfully follow me?
Is there a place
Where shadows go
To spend
In eternity?
Or will my shadow
Shine finally,
And happily jump
In the box with me?
I truly hope
it comes along with me
When from this realm
I'm dispatched
It's never left my side, you see
I'm not sure it can live alone
I feel it's become a part of me
A part which I've become quite attached
So follow close behind…
close tight the lid my dark companion!
We've so many things yet to see…
Stardust, infinity, magic and mystery
My friend, my shadow…and me
poem by David Whalen
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The Ears And The Eyes
so many things my ears have missed
if only the Almighty has set them for
more vibrations of excitements such as
those of rattling earth plates pulling
buildings and us off our feet
so many things my eyes cannot see
if only the Almighty has structured them
to see the realms, so many other worlds
we would know and be friends with
so many things the mind cannot fathom
if only the Almighty could raise it out
of the mundane to concentrate on the
essence of his creations, and to string
their relationships one by one into
a necklace we could all wear how
perfect a world we could all be in
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Song. A Beautiful Mistress.
IF when the sun at noon displays
His brighter rays,
Thou but appear,
He then, all pale with shame and fear,
Quencheth his light,
Hides his dark brow, flies from thy sight,
And grows more dim,
Compared to thee, than stars to him.
If thou but show thy face again,
When darkness doth at midnight reign,
The darkness flies, and light is hurl'd
Round about the silent world :
So as alike thou driv'st away
Both light and darkness, night and day.
poem by Thomas Carew
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Absolution II
UNBIND thine eyes, with thine own soul confer,
Look on the sins that made thy life unclean,
Behold how poor thy vaunted virtues were,
How weak thy faith, thy deeds how small and mean,
How far from thy high dreams thy life hath been,
How poor thy use of all thou hast received,
How little of all God's glory thou hast seen,
How misconstrued that which thou hast perceived.
Turn not thine eyes away from thine unworth,
The cup of shame drink to the bitter lees;
And when thou art lowered to the least on earth,
And in the dust makest common cause with these,
Then shall kind arms enfold thee, bringing peace,
The Earth, thy Mother, shall assuage thy pain,
Her woods and fields, Her quiet streams and seas
Shall touch thy soul, and make thee whole again.
But if thy heart holds fast one secret sin,
If one vile script thy soul shrinks to erase,
The mighty Mother cannot bring thee in
Unto the happy, holy, healing place;
But thou shalt weep in darkness, out of grace,
And miss the light of beauty undefiled;
For he who would behold Her, face to face,
Must be in spirit as a little child.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Sonnet: Change now for your soul’s good!
Oh how time flies and how most things can change!
The ones we thought were small, appear grown up!
Everything is so different and in range;
Gone are the days together, we did sup.
The heart of man too changes with the tide;
When ‘tis for worse, then man becomes unwise;
More so when he in God does not abide;
And soul is steeped in sins, misdeeds and vice!
Alas! How longer can you live in sin?
Hell is a place from which there’s no return!
And if we can’t over the devil win;
Forev’r with him in hell, we must then burn!
Our life on Earth is for Heaven but meant;
Now is the time to think aright, repent!
poem by John Celes
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The Spirit Of Hero
The spirit of hero
That works in with ado
Works around like zero
Speaks without Stereo
And do things without demo
Who keeps embrayo
Have throw words like an arrow
To the people in the shadow
And the people flies like a sparrow
That way is narrow
For the people to follow
For few that is allow
Should pass the narrow.
poem by Ejalonibu Abraham
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The Hawk
The hawk that flies’ above
And circles in the sky
Swoops and glides its self
Majestic in heavens wake
It sores above the clouds
And looks upon the earth
And has seen a many paths
That’s often lost in mother earth
It flies’ among the clouds
And stars and moons of the land
Searching and guiding
The souls that fly in its wake
It screech’s in the night
At the darkness that try to take
The souls that are new
At reaching for the skies
Talons out stretched
It attacks the darkness
That tries to envelop the soul
And rips the enemies’ within
Leaving you fragile and alone
Then it takes its flights
Once more above in flight
And watch’s and waits
For the darkness to hunt
In its flight
poem by Kaila George
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Hymn 31 part 2
The Christian's hidden life.
Col. 3:3.
O happy soul that lives on high
While men lie grov'lling here
His hopes are fixed above the sky,
And faith forbids his fear.
His conscience knows no secret stings,
While peace and joy combine
To form a life whose holy springs
Are hidden and divine.
He waits in secret on his God,
His God in secret sees;
Let earth be all in arms abroad,
He dwells in heav'nly peace.
His pleasures rise from things unseen,
Beyond this world and time;
Where neither eyes nor ears have been,
Nor thoughts of sinners climb.
He wants no pomp nor royal throne
To raise his figure here;
Content and pleased to live unknown,
Till Christ, his life, appear.
He looks to heav'n's eternal hill
To meet that glorious day;
But patient waits his Savior's will
To fetch his soul away.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Bible in Poetry: Gospel of St. John 2 (Chapter 1)
The elder to lady, children,
Who love the truth and know it long;
For sake of truth that dwells in us,
And shall be with us forever.
The grace and mercy, peace of God
The Father, and the Son, Jesus
Christ’s truth and love too be with you!
I found thy children walk in truth,
And I rejoice greatly therefore,
As we’ve received the commandments,
From Father, Almighty, Lord, God.
And now, I beseech thee, lady!
I’ve written not a new command,
But that we had from beginning,
That said we love one another.
To love is commandment greatest,
And when we walk in His commands,
It is all love that’s pure, divine,
And hence, we must do from the start.
The deceiver who enters the world,
And says that Jesus was ne’er flesh,
Is deceiver and antichrist!
Take care that we do not then lose,
Those things that we have wrought with toil,
And that we get our full reward.
Whoever transgresses this then,
And doesn’t abide in Christ’s doctrine,
Loses the God of love in him;
He who abides in Christ’s doctrine,
Has Father and the Son as well.
If anyone should come to you,
Without the doctrine of Jesus,
Receive him not into your house,
And neither bid him then, God speed,
For, if you so bid him, then you,
Partake of his evil deeds too.
I have so many things to write,
But I will not with paper, ink;
But want to see you, face to face,
And speak, so that our joy is full!
The children of elect sister,
Greet thee, Amen.
(6-23-2007)
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Sonnet XVII: I do not love you as if you were brine-rose, topaz
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Comfort ye, my people speak ye peace, thus saith our God. Comfort those who sit in darkness, mourning 'neath their sorrow's load. For the glory of the Lord now o'er earth is shed abroad and all flesh shall see the token that His word is never broken.
in Bible, Isaiah 401-8 Bible
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