Your Salvation
The high places of the forest,
The actual Name of the Saviour is only known by few;
And written concerning the truth is always known to the few,
For the world sleeps without a clue!
But, try to learn from the Righteous Teacher to gain your salvation.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Heaps Of Rubble
Heaps of rubble,
Like the high places of the forest;
But you will be weeded like a field.
He or she who say i know Him but does not keep His Laws is a lair!
And the truth is not in him or her;
But the high places of the forest will bear the witness.
Revealing,
Differently,
Distinguishes,
Sons and daughters;
Compared to chemotherapy,
But only Yahweh can foretell future events.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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One Step Into The Light
One step into the light
One step away from night
Its the hardest step youre gonna take
The ship to take you there
Is waiting at the head
Of the stairs that lead up through your opening mind
Above the dark despair
Shines a light that we can share
Close your eyes and look up in between your brows
Then slowly breathing in
Feel the life force streaming in
Hold it there, then send it back to him
All the old things are returning
Cosmic circles ever turning
All the truth weve been yearning for
Life is our saviour, saviour, saviour, save your soul
The river of living breath
Is flowing through the sun
He was there before the earth began
The world will drag on you
Use his love to pull you through
Find the mission of your life and start to be
All the old things are returning
Cosmic circles ever turning
All the truth weve been yearning for
Life is our saviour, saviour, saviour, save your soul
Theres one thing I can do
Play my mellotron for you
Try to blow away your city blues
Your dreams are not unfound
Get your feet back on the ground
The truth will set us free, we cannot lose
We cannot love, we just have to choose
song performed by by Moody Blues
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My Baby Sleeps
The wind is loud in the west to-night,
But Baby sleeps;
The wild wind blows with all its might,
But Baby sleeps;
My Baby sleeps, and he does not hear
The noise of the storm in the pine trees near.
The snow is drifting high to-night,
But Baby sleeps;
The bitter world is cold and white,
But Baby sleeps;
My Baby sleeps, so fast, so fast,
That he does not heed the wintry blast.
The cold snows drift, and the wild winds rave,
But Baby sleeps;
And a white cross stands by his little grave,
While Baby sleeps;
And the storm is loud in the rocking pine,
But its moan is not so deep as mine.
poem by George A. Mackenzie
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Today... 'Jesus the Christ
Now, He was The Christ, Saviour of the World
to His disciples this truth He revealed.
The Long Promised One by prophets foretold.
This secret was kept, the world was not told.
On to Jerusalem, He then had to go
to lay down His life, His love to us show.
Climbing the steep hill, rough pathways He trod.
T'was the only way to bring us to God
Onward and upward, there's no other way
but to give His life, our great debt to pay.
They spat upon Him, their insults they hurled.
As they killed The Christ, Saviour of the World.
"Father forgive them, " out loud He had cried
as He bowed His Head, surrendered and died.
Great silence then spread, the darkness unfurled
For He was The Christ, Saviour of the World.
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The Truth
If you look at something
From all points of view
You will know the truth
About the thing.
The Truth is the identity of things
The Truth is the actual happenings
Allah is the Truth!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Places in the Heart
There are places in the heart,
that are still unmarred by
understanding -
those places that we have
kept hidden for so long
from all those prying eyes,
prowling in the darkness -
There are places in the heart,
filled with childhood memories
of laughter and joy,
hope and new beginnings,
those places that we revisit
secretly and tenderly,
those places that make us
feel alive again -
There are places in the heart
that know no boundaries,
no limitations, but unrestrained
happiness of a smiling child,
filled with wonder and love
for the world, feeling both
godlike and tiny, overtaken
by the invisible presence
that permeates the moon
and the countless stars -
There are places in the heart,
where life is filled with miracles
and questions lead to more
questions, prompted by infinite
curiosity and the desire to know
the essence of things,
there are places that only
you and I know,
those places that remind us
who we really are -
For we are the essence
of life's joy and discovery,
truth and beauty, love and
tenderness, that penetrates
the cracks of a fractured world,
we are those places in the heart
that know no end and no beginning,
but love and only love,
that sings through us like
warm summer rain.
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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A Poem Written While A Grandchild Sleeps
A POEM WRITTEN WHILE A GRANDCHILD SLEEPS
A poem written while a grandchild sleeps
Knows it does not have that much time
Knows it is interrupted
Checking whether or not the eyes are still closed
And the baby still at rest-
Knows it cannot capture the angelic innocence
Of the child's peaceful face-
Knows it will never have words of beauty
Comparable to the calm and happiness
Transmitted to an old man
Who all day in pain
Recovers in these moments
His love of life.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Lonesome Ranger
I'm traveling in this beat up pick up truck.
The back seat door doesn't even open up.
Each and every day I have no clue where I'm going.
But still I'm on my way.
To new air, new places, new faces.
How do you do stranger?
I feel like the lonesome ranger.
Working along the highway all day.
People driving by saying all kinds of things.
Asking the occasional amonish and farmer for one or two favors.
A place to park the trucks, a place to get up and start.
One, Two, Three, and it's ready set go.
I'm traveling in this beat up pick up truck.
The back seat door doesn't even open up.
Each and every day I have no clue where I'm going.
But still I'm on my way.
To new air, new places, no faces.
How do you do stranger?
I feel like the lonesome ranger.
The night comes and the sun is gone.
The stars mark the way.
I can see the city lights before I arrive.
God their so bright.
Which bar am I going too?
With the money that has been made.
It is time to celebrate.
The weekend has come and soon my brian will be gone.
Hooking up with another one stand.
Cause nobody want to be with a man that is never home.
I'm traveling in this beat up pick up truck.
The back seat door doesn't even open up.
Each and every day I have no clue where I'm going.
But still on my way.
To new air, new places, no faces.
How do you do stranger?
I feel like the lonesome ranger.
From the mountain, to the backwoods, and rivers, down to the valley of Pennsylvania.
I would never leave this place not for all the gold in the world.
A mix of every culture, from the all these Catholic Yanks, to the invading spanish and indians, to rednecks that seem more backwards then the ones from the south, to the everlasting Mennonites.
The whole state is covered in all kinds of trees.
So much variety a place that always makes me happy.
I'm traveling in this beat up pick up truck.
The back seat door doesn't even open up.
Each and every day I have no clue where I'm going.
But still on my way.
To new air, new places, no faces.
How do you do stranger?
I feel like the lonesome ranger.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Until The Ninth Century
December 25th was NOT called 'Christmas' until the ninth century,
So be very wise and learn from the truth! !
But, the truth is always bitter to many.
Over and over again,
It is said and written!
But only few people know the truth in this world as at now;
For sin is the lifestyle of today's world!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Longing
(m&l - kiske)
Feelings come and go - Ive never known
Something longs to grow - wont let go
Spirits round my heod- are whispering
I turn inside instead - of wondering
Deep inside of me - I know theres got to be
A different kind of truth - that sets the spirit fee
If I dont wanna know - whats written inside me
How could I see anything - how could I be anything?
Restless minds have searched - long before
The truth will be the same - for evermore
The mightiness of trees - that you can feel
Can give you all you need - just listen still
Here is love and there is pain,
Its all around, its allthe same
Theres nothing new that I could tell to you
But still there is the universe
Inside of us that neverbursts
We might not know the meaning yet,
But I am sure we cant reject
The truth that is in everything - that is and has
Been and will be
There is long way to go - t
Here is a high place to know
There is a world to go through - but theres so much
More to do, until were home!
Deep inside of me - I know theres got to be
A different kind of truth - that sets the spirit fee
If I dont wanna know - whats written inside me
How could I see anything - how could I be anything?
Feelings come and go - Ive never known...
song performed by by Helloween
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Serenade from “The Spanish Student”
STARS of the summer night!
Far in yon azure deeps,
Hide, hide your golden light!
She sleeps!
My lady sleeps!
Sleeps!
Moon of the summer night!
Far down yon western steeps,
Sink, sink in silver light!
She sleeps!
My lady sleeps!
Sleeps!
Wind of the summer night!
Where yonder woodbine creeps,
Fold, fold thy pinions light!
She sleeps!
My lady sleeps!
Sleeps!
Dreams of the summer night!
Tell her, her lover keeps
Watch! while in slumbers light
She sleeps!
My lady sleeps!
Sleeps!
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Joy Comes In The Morning
JOY COMES IN THE MORNING
I could not see for the tears
Flowing down my face
As I thought of His unfailing love
What amazing grace.
I wept for Him but a moment
And then my tears were dry
For joy came in the morning
When my Saviour heard my cry.
Joy came in the morning
When the Saviour heard my cry
Weeping endureth but for a moment
Now I live with Him inside.
I'll tell the world this is not secret
But let this truth be known
Joy comes in the morning
With Jesus on the throne.
I've found true satisfaction
He's everything I need
He is my Bread, my Water
My Living Head indeed
The paths of sin are weary
Now step into the Light
Trust in this sinners' Saviour
Find in Him new life.
Copyright Gary James Smith
Feb.9,2010 @ 4: 00 a.m.
poem by Gary James Smith
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She sleeps
She sleeps
~
She sleeps
her heart, soul at peace
she is as beautiful
as any painting by any artist
no brush has born such beauty
silence fills the walls
and the day is calm
my thoughts like trees
take deep roots
into the earth of my soul
unmoveable
mountains, stars and the sky
rise into an endless expanse
I wonder on her dreams
what places she sees
the weather and colours
the faces and events
unfolding
she sleeps
and I
I am moved
by her quiet beauty
poem by Matthew Holloway
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While The City Sleeps
What goes on behind closed doors, private wounds, open sores
Youre your own worst enemy and cheap thrills bring you to your knees
Its thumbs down for someone you know, and its easy come and easy go
Chorus:
Burn your bridges, take what you can get
Go for the throat cause you paid your debt
Livin well is the best revenge, so give em hell
While the city sleeps - its all there in black and white
While the city sleeps - through the eye of the needle, gotta thread your life
While the city sleeps - while the city sleeps
Its a hit or miss, an eye for an eye, live for today, and dont ask why
For better or worse, you bought and sold
They love you while youre hot and leave you when youre cold
Chorus
While the city sleeps - yeah, better run for your life
Take your troubles to the night
While the city sleeps - yeah, beggars, thieves and losers, theres no relief
While the city sleeps - theres no relief, while the city sleeps
While the city sleeps - yeah
Chorus
While the city sleeps - while the city sleeps
While the city sleeps - while the city sleeps
While the city sleeps - yeah, theres no relief
While the city sleeps
song performed by by Kiss
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(Inspiration Poem) A Poets Love
To describe it as you do
I have no clue
With words streaming through
A voice so thoroughly heard
It echos across the world
Reaches in places unheard
Flies higher then any bird
This is your love.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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In The Stone
Maurice white, david foster & allee willis
I found that love, provides
The key-unlocks, the heart and souls, of you and me-
Love will love, to sing your song,
Love is written in the stone
Every man, I meet is walking time-
Free to wander, past his conscious mind,
Love will come, and take you home-
Love is written, in the stone
Do you believe, my friend, in what you claim, people of the world,
All doubt the same-bringing questions
Of their own-truth is written,
In the stone
In the stone, youll find the meaning
Why youre not standing tall
In the stone
The light is shining, forever touching all-
Life experience a passing day
Time will witness, what the ole
Folks say-getting stronger every day
-strenght is written in the stone-
Deep inside, our hearts for us
To keep-lies a spark of light that
Never sleeps
The greatest, youve ever known-
Yea is written-
In the stone
In the stone, youll find the meaning
Why youre not standing tall
In the stone
The light is shining, forever touching all-
Never, never my darling, never youll
Be alone-forever, ever my darling
True love is written in the stone-
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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Rise To The Truth
rise to the truth
to whose truth indeed
a truth told or written
perhaps written by the sounds mother earth
first heard when there existed no other sound to resound
on brittle imaginations
for truth to exist
a lie was imagined then manifested
was truth ever so real
to clear the ever increasing potential lies
that surfaced into existence
rise to the truth
that came with pain
and planted a tree of joy
as it left behind a repelent for upcoming lies
fearless truth before it became fearfull
rise above its premeditated birth
rise to the truth that needed no witnesses.
poem by Irenio Irenaeus Bero
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Murderers will try to recall the sequence of events, they will remember exactly what they did just before and just after. But they can never remember the actual moment of killing. This is why they will always leave a clue.
quote by Peter Ackroyd
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Let Me Be Your Saviour...
Dont you know, I so love you
Dont you know, I so care
Dont you know, dont you know, dont you know I so need you
Dont you know, I so care
So let me be your saviour today!
Come on, come on, come on girl
You think Im preaching
You think I talk too slow
Well Im not reaching, no no no no no
See through it baby, see through it for me
Saviour, saviour, saviour, saviour....
song performed by by Live
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Borrowed Time
Written by dennis deyoung and tommy shaw
Lead vocals by dennis deyoung
Yeah yeah!
Dont look now, but here come the eightees!
I was so cool back in sixty-five
I had it made cause I understood what to do to survive
I had my car, and I made the scene
Didnt give a damn about no gasoline
They can go to hell
My friend we never thought about the world
And its realities
The promised land was ours
We were the great society
Im so confused by the things I read, I need the truth
But the truth is, I dont know who to believe
The left say yes, and the right says no
Im in between and the more I learn
Well, the less that I know
I got to make a show
Livin high, living fine
Livin high on borrowed time
Yes! no!
Yes! no!
No! yes!
No! yes!
Faith be with me now
Im just a dreamer in a dreamland
Faith be with me now
Im just a dreamer in a dreamland
cause were
Livin high
Livin fine (you know Im livin fine)
Livin high (yes Im livin high)
On borrowed time (on borrowed time)
Livin high (whoohoo!)
Livin fine (ahhh!)
Livin high
On lake shore drive (midnight ride)
Livin high (were livin high)
On leslie lane (lets go back and play it again!)
Livin high (were livin high)
On red bud trail (on red bud, red bud trail!)
Livin high
On central drive (hes on central drive!)
Livin high (were livin, livin high)
On prestwick drive (catch me on prestwick drive!...)
Livin high (...gettin in and drivin my mercedes...)
Livin fine (...up and down and up and down -- sh*t! I dont....)
song performed by by Styx
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