The Question
Beside us in our seeking after pleasures,
Through all our restless striving after fame,
Thorough all our search for worldly gains and treasures
There walketh one whom no man likes to name.
Silent he follows, veiled of form and feature,
Indifferent if we sorrow or rejoice,
Yet that day comes when every living creature
Must look upon his face and hear his voice.
When that day comes to you, and Death, unmasking,
Shall bar your path, and say, “Behold the end, ”
What are the questions that he will be asking
About your past? Have you considered, friend?
I think he will not chide you for your sinning,
Nor for your creeds or dogmas will he care;
He will but ask, “From your life’s first beginning
How many burdens have you helped to bear? ”
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Serching
Searching.
In vain I search but I search on,
Along life`s lonely corridor,
Seeking, seeking ever seeking,
Yet knowing not for what I`m searching,
But eagerly await each morrow,
Praying it will end this sorrow,
This sorrow I try so hard to hide
The tears that will not be denied,
The past is past, the joy, the pain,
I cannot live the past again,
But through the bitter mist must I
Search on.
poem by Archie Langford
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Where Could I Go But To The Lord
Living below in this old sinful world
Hardly a comfort can afford
Striving alone to face temptations call
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to help me in the end
Where could I go to the lord
Neighbors are fun I love them everyone
We get along in sweet accord
But when I pass the chilling hand of death
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to help me in the end
Where could I go to the lord
Life here is grand with friends I love so well
Comfort I get from gods own word
But when my soul needs manna from above
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to help me in the end
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to help me in the end
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go to the lord
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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A silente creature
The silent creature
populates the human
minds
A silent creature
is invisible but
reliable and fizzy
This creature is
silent because she
needs to be
understood, refined and
she wants a
lot of aids
A silent creature
is an explosion
of life
To be a
silent creature is
a fresh and
wonderful sensation
A silent creature
is an angelical
messenger
She is a
happy, ancient, colorful
and vital imagine
A silent creature
tells many different
and interesting stories
Sometimes the silent
creature deceives to
defeat the racism
A silent creature
is defenseless from
the not curious
A silent creature
is a desirable
but desperate and
suspicious person
A silent creature
can be an
alter ego
She is a
guide of dignity
and human values
poem by Laura arwen
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A World Unaware
There is a world so unaware, of what looms beyond earth out there,
So caught up in living they can’t see, when it’s over there’s eternity.
Men are duped by the prince of the air, and so busy they don’t care.
For all of us who have believed, it’s our duty to help those deceived.
We get so busy we become unaware; of a fire missing called we care,
A fire in our hearts, deep inside, that is lit by Christ, when we abide.
And when Christ lights that fire, His compassion becomes our desire.
So we can help unbelievers to see, the Truth from God about eternity.
Truth is essential for all men to know, when choosing which way to go,
Down many roads with many bends, my friend, there are only two ends.
What may seem like a pleasant path, can lead you right to God’s Wrath,
While the one that seems not to entice, could lead you right to Paradise.
You can not follow worldly guides; you must follow a God who is Wise,
God’s Word is very frank my friend, in that every life will one day end.
It’s destined for man to once die, then face judgment from God on high,
And my friend it is a sure certainty, that every man will face an eternity.
If you trust your life to Jesus Christ, like the thief, you’ll enter Paradise.
But if you pursue a worldly desire, you will be cast into the Lake of Fire.
Without Christ you will eternally die, for our Eternal God does not lie.
But end this earthly life with Christ, and you shall receive Eternal Life.
Death is not a place of ease, as unbelievers are sent right to Hades,
This is a place of pain and torment, as you wait for Eternal Judgment.
And death my friend is truly a curse, as Hell in eternity is even worse.
So what do you have to lose, by making Life the choice you choose?
God Has Blessed
God has blessed our lives
God has helped us to survive
In all life's pleasures 'n pains
In all sorts of losses 'n gains
God has blessed our lives
God has helped us to survive
And has kept our spirits high
In all life's weather cool or dry
God has blessed our lives
God has helped us to survive
And he is the one who has shown
Life's nice days and bright morns
God has blesses our lives
God has helped us to survive
And he has given us sunshine
In the form of parent's loving wine.
Seema Chowdhury
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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My Help And Guide
As I search for what I can do, I simply put my trust in you,
Looking to a future I cannot see, you alone, will guide me,
Just like the times gone by, with all my help from on high,
Your help shall not change, as my God remains the same.
Peace comes from your hand, in times I don’t understand,
What may be in my tomorrow, when I see so much sorrow,
In these times, that I live, I need that peace you freely give,
The peace to all who believe, through the grace we receive.
I shall look to you every day, for your direction on the way,
And on that path, which I take, my life, you will not forsake,
So as we see even darker days, it’s you alone who I praise,
As your faithfulness of the past, in my life will certainly last.
As these days surely darken, it is your voice I shall hearken,
As my help comes from you, who alone will see me through,
To you I lift up my daily prayer, to share every heartfelt care,
Sharing burdens of my heart, to my God, Who won’t depart.
All comfort comes from above, as you lead me in your love,
To a place, I yet don’t know, one which you, to me will show,
And so I live each day by faith, guided by your loving Grace,
As I seek out your will for me, on a temporal path to Eternity.
(Copyright ©07/2009)
Where Could I Go But To The Lord
(words & music by j. b. coats)
Living below in this old sinful world
Hardly a comfort can afford
Striving alone to face temptation so
Now wont you tell me
Where could I go but to the lord
Where could I go oh where could I go
Seeking the refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to save me in the end
Wont you tell me
Where could I go but to the lord
Life here is grand with friends I love so dear
Comfort I get from gods own word
Yet when I face that chilling hand of death
Wont you tell me
Where could I go but to the lord
Where could I go but to the lord
Where could I go oh where could I go
Seeking the refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to save me in the end
Wont you tell me
Where could I go but to the lord
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Probing Questions
Is there something more to life, than endless days of toil and strife?
Is there something after all of this; a Hell below or a Heavenly Bliss?
Can there truly be life after death, this when we take our final breath?
That question always asked is why; do innocent people have to die?
Why do righteous people perish, while evil seems to always flourish?
Friend is there truly a Living God, who rules above the earth we trod?
And does God truly care for us; mortal beings that return to the dust?
Can anyone have true peace of mind, in this world that is so unkind?
Why’s there evil darkness everywhere, if He is a God filled with care?
And why would a God full of love, simply sit and watch from above?
These are just a few of many more, questions asked about my Lord,
Questions that you may have asked; some in the not so distant past.
Many questions are Satan’s reproof, to keep many from God’s Truth,
Let none of them keep you from, Christ who from Heaven has come,
With answers to these and more, on questions about Heaven’s Door.
The Spirit leads to God’s Word, with the answers to questions heard,
Eternal answers which you will find, fill your heart not just your mind.
Where God not just answers them, but gives new life to all my friend.
Then all the questions are second to, the Eternal Life He’s given you.
And now an answer in my life, is to Heaven I’m going in Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©06/2007)
What Exactly Is A Friend?
Could you answer this question?
What exactly is a friend?
Is it someone who’s there for you?
Until the very end
Maybe it takes someone special
Somebody brave and kind
What if it’s someone clever?
Somebody pure of mind
A friend is strong and caring
A friend you are to me
A friend is someone thoughtful
A friend is you, you see.
You’ve helped me to see the beauty,
That’s present in every star
I think you’ve really helped me,
One day you will go far
You’ve put a smile on my face,
And helped when I was sad
You’ve been here through everything
Even when things were bad
A friend is always there for you
A friend through thick and thin
A friend is a form of angel
To solve every problem you’re in
Friendship alone is difficult
But two can make it strong
When friends are very close
You really can’t go wrong
Loving you is easy
I promise what I say is true
If you hadn’t come to Carrie’s
There’d be no me and you.
I love my best friend dearly
She makes everything okay
Without my sister in my life
I wouldn’t last a day.
poem by Danielle Deery
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I Wonder
Why do ol’ windmills make me sad
Why do so many people wear sanctimonious faces
Why do lovers lie so bad
And whatever became of shoelaces
Why do so many people, regret
Instead of rejoice
Freely share their sadness…and yet
Hardly give happiness a voice
Why is it so easy to know now
What seemed so hard to learn then
Why so little value given
To the company of an ol’ friend
Why people rush to hear the news
Yet fail to listen to the wind
And also fail to notice in their lives
A mind-numbing sameness within
Why does life have a way
Of shrinking a man
And why do mistakes
Make life worth living
Do any of these questions
occur to you…and if any of them do
Perhaps you might have some answers to
These questions that I’m giving
poem by David Whalen
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Restless
I dont belong to no one
I dont belong at all
Got my face in the corner
Got my back to the wall
And pretty baby Im restless, restless
Restless through and through
Im restless, restless
You look restless too
Im a hair trigger lover
And I cant face up to nothing
Im impatient with the wind
But Im waitin here for somethin
And pretty baby Im restless, restless
Restless through and through
Im restless, restless
You look restless too
Restless sleep, twisted dreams
Moving targets, silent screams
Restless city, restless street
Restless you , restless me
Im a face at the window
Im a black satin sheet
And I cant stay warm
I stay out in the street
And pretty baby Im restless, restless
Restless through and through
Im restless, restless
You look restless too
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Restless
(carl perkins)
I dont belong to no one
I dont belong at all
Got my face in the corner
Got my back to the wall
And pretty baby Im restless, restless
Restless through and through
Im restless, restless
You look restless too
Im a hair trigger lover
And I cant face up to nothing
Im impatient with the wind
But Im waitin here for somethin
And pretty baby Im restless, restless
Restless through and through
Im restless, restless
You look restless too
Restless sleep, twisted dreams
Moving targets, silent screams
Restless city, restless street
Restless you , restless me
Im a face at the window
Im a black satin sheet
And I cant stay warm
I stay out in the street
And pretty baby Im restless, restless
Restless through and through
Im restless, restless
You look restless too
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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He That Hath Ears
'He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.'-
St. John the Divine.
The Spirit says unto the churches,
'Ere ever the churches began
I lived in the centre of Being-
The life of the Purpose and Plan;
I flowed from the mind of the Maker
Through nature to man.
'I sleep in the glow of the jewel,
I wake in the sap of the tree,
I stir in the beast of the forest,
I reason in man, and am free
To turn on the path of Ascension
To the god yet to be.
'I was, and I am, and I will be;
I live in each church and each faith,
But yield to no bond and no fetter,
I animate all with my breath;
I speak through the voice of the living,
And I speak after death.'
The Spirit says unto the churches
'The dead are not gone, they are near;
And my voice, when I will it, speaks through them,
Speaks through them in messages clear.
And he that hath ears, in the silence
May listen and hear.'
The Spirit says unto the churches,
'So many the feet that have trod
The road leading up into knowledge,
The steep narrow path has grown broad;
And the curtain held down by old dogmas
Is lifted by God.'
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Dedication Poem
Outcast from her home in Syria
In the lonely, dreary wild;
Heavy hearted, sorrow stricken,
Sat a mother and her child.
There was not a voice to cheer her
Not a soul to share her fate;
She was weary, he was fainting,
And life seemed so desolate.
Far away in sunny Egypt
Was lone Hagar's native land;
Where the Nile in kingly bounty
Scatters bread with gracious hand.
In the tents of princely Abram
She for years had found a home;
Till the stern decree of Sarah
Sent her forth the wild to roam.
Hour by hour she journeyed onward
From the shelter of their tent,
Till her footsteps slowly faltered
And the water all was spent;
Then she veiled her face in sorrow,
Feared her child would die of thirst
Till her eyes with tears so holden
Saw a sparkling fountain burst.
Oh! how happy was that mother,
What a soothing of her pain;
When she saw her child reviving,
Life rejoicing through each vein
Does not life repeat this story,
Tell it over day by day ?
Of the fountains of refreshment
Ever springing by our way.
Here is one by which we gather,
On this bright and happy day,
Just to bask beside a fountain
Making gladder life's highway.
Bringing unto hearts now aged
Who have borne life's burdens long,
Such a gift of love and mercy
As deserves our sweetest song.
Such a gift that even heaven
May rejoice with us below,
If the pure and holy angels
Join us in our joy and woe.
May the memory of the giver
In this home where age may rest,
Float like fragrance through the ages,
Ever blessing, ever blest. .
When the gates of pearl are opened
May we there this friend behold,
Drink with him from living fountains,
Walk with him the streets of gold.
When life's shattered cords of music
Shall again be sweetly sung;
Then our hearts with life immortal,
Shall be young, forever young.
poem by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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Rejoice Within
Even in the darkest of days, from our heart, The Lord we can praise,
From the beginning to the very end, we can be truly thankful friend.
Even when all seems to go wrong, Jesus has placed in us His Song,
That from our heart we can raise, joyfully up to The Lord His praise.
As you journey upon this earth, Christ fills you with song and mirth.
And we can praise Him, for who He is, as we ponder Eternal Bliss,
For all this darkness will not last, and soon it will be in eternity past.
And as the darkness is no more, we’ll be eternally praising The Lord.
Christ fills us with a joy and peace, which in our trials will not cease.
Friend, from The Spirit living inside, flows a joy that we can not hide.
This joy inside is not from earth, but from Heaven through New Birth.
It’s a joy that sets Believers apart, putting Eternal Peace in our heart.
Friend, all the praise from within, comes not from us but is from Him,
You too can have this peace within, for Christ also died for your sin.
Yes my friend, Christ died for you, Christ died to give you life anew.
You can have New Life in Christ, as His death for you is Eternal Life.
Together we can give God praise, as we look forward to Eternal Days.
Today if you make that Eternal choice, you will friend, forever rejoice.
Rejoice my friend, in The Lord, and then receive an Eternal Reward.
Today is the day you can begin, to live for Christ and rejoice within.
Moved By His Love
Moved by The Lord’s amazing Love, sent to us free from Heaven above,
Just how could it be my dear friend, that we are so quiet about the end?
Indeed about the end of every life, and everyone’s need for Jesus Christ.
Could it just be a small possibility, some in the Church don’t care to see,
There are people today my friend, who know nothing at all about the end.
While we’ve been given eyes to see, God’s amazing Truth about Eternity.
You see my friend, you and me, have been blessed by God abundantly.
And His blessing we need to share, to show all men how much He cares.
The Spirit has given us the sight, to move our hearts from wrong to right.
And men still on the wrong path, must be warned about the future wrath.
Led from the path of Decimation, unto Christ and His Glorious Salvation,
Those of us, who with sight can see, should be signs pointing to Eternity.
Friend, it can be an awesome disgrace, if Christians latch onto this place.
For us this earth is not our home, but our hearts here continue to roam.
And in our hearts, at times we lust, for the worldly things surrounding us.
This is when our lives may seem to say, earth is the place I’d rather stay.
Maybe Christ in us, men can not see, because we are living too worldly,
When we should be strangers here, while living our lives in reverent fear.
With these days so evil my friend, Christians need to focus upon the end,
So before this world ceases to be, we can point more people to Eternity.
Thy Burdens Are Greater Than Mine
Recorded by hank williams
Words and music by pee wee king and redd stewart
[c] travelin [g7] down a lonely high-[c] way
I knew not [f] where the road would [c] end
Not a [f] penny in my [c] pocket
All a-[g7] lone without a [c] friend
In a [g7] little country [c] village
I met a [f] man and he was [c] blind
As I [f] helped him cross the high-[c] way
Oh! [am] lord I cried his [c] burdens are [g7] greater than [c] mine.
I can [f] see the light of day
I [c] need not feel my way
Yes, thy burdens are [g7] greater than [c] mine.
Met a lad while on my travels
Tryin hard to play the game
Though his leg was very crippled
And he could not speak his name
Yet, he smiled in understandin
Though life to him had been unkind
And as I watched, I cried in sorrow
Oh! lord his burdens are greater than mine.
I can speak my name aloud
Make my way among the crowd
Yes, his burdens are greater than mine.
Just by chance I passed a graveyard
I saw a young man kneelin there
In his hand, there were some roses
On his lips, there was a prayer
On a stone, these words were written
your soul is gods, your memry mine
And as I watched, I cried in sorrow
Oh! lord I see his burdens are greater than mine.
song performed by by Hank Williams
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The Tougher I Am The Weaker I Become
the tougher I am the weaker I become
the brave sea touches the shore of uncertainty
where the waves callus the slippery
face of the stone, find the glad tiding of the
singing birds and beacon the sudden harmony
of the cliff, the silent of the womb
rejoice the big bang of the ocean
oh! eternity of the sounding heart
hear the voice of every flow of the river route
the vast sea's is waiting of your fullness
wavering strength, what the soul glimpse the
soul triumph in the wilderness of hope
rejoice my weaknesses, the end has just begun
its beginning, spouted like mushroom of faded
glory in the catacomb of death and savory the
change of lasting spirit of existence
power on the unending source of spirit, a gift
of Life to remember the source of where we
be long
poem by Antonio Liao
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No Remorse
No mercy for what we are doing
No thought to even what we have done
We don't need to feel the sorrow
No remorse for the helpless one
War without end
No remorse No repent
We don't care what it meant
Another day Another death
Another sorrow Another breath
No remorse No repent
We don't care what it meant
Another day Another death
Another sorrow Another breath
Blood feeds the war machine
as it eats its way across the land
We don't need the feel the sorrow
No remorse is the one command
War without end
No remorse No repent
We don't care what it meant
Another day Another death
Another sorrow Another breath
No remorse No repent
We don't care what it meant
Another day Another death
Another sorrow Another breath
Only the strong survive
No one to save the weaker race
We are ready to kill all comers
Like a loaded gun right at your face
War without end
No remorse No repent
We don't care what it meant
Another day Another death
Another sorrow Another breath
No remorse No repent
We don't care what it meant
Another day Another death
Another sorrow Another breath
Attack
Bullets are flying
People are dying
with madness surrounding all hell's breaking loose
Soldiers are hounding
Bodies are mounting
cannons are shouting to take their abuse
With war machines going
Blood starts to flowing
No mercy given to anyone hear
The furious fighting
Swords are like lighting
It all becomes frightening to you
Know death is near
No remorse
song performed by by Metallica from Kill 'Em All
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A New Year Thought
Brother, who on some near morrow
Makes a pledge conceived in sorrow
Makes a New Year resolution
Seeking plenary ablution.
Makes a vow to cease from sinning
With this New Year's beginning
Here's a thought to give you gladness,
Here's relief from old year sadness.
Brother, you and I are men.
We have sinned; and yet again
Shall we sin. An old year's dying
Still shall find us ever trying.
Yet here is a thought worth knowing,
While our wild oats we are sowing,
Sowing where we may not reap
Here's a thought to have and keep.
Why waste effort in our sinning,
For no goodlier grace we're winning?
Let our failings serve an end
That shall stand us as a friend.
But when we make resolutions
Bets of New Year institutions
Let us heed the later breaking
In an effort of their making.
Thus, philosophy is giving
Some excuse for our loose living.
For, while these resolves we make
Now to hold, and now to break,
We are in our misbehaving
Helping greatly with the paving
Built of potsherd, scrap and shred
That we'll some day have to tread.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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