The - Roads - to God
so many paths to Him
yet as many - man-made - lead to the other way
from the bible,
you travel by Eden
crosses Adam's path
that still smells of the evil snake and his misgivings
from the darma
you travel by the bodhi tree
and cross the spot of enlightenment
that still vibrates with the
buddha grace, so bright
non would be lost on the way to the Most High
by the new testament
you pass by mount calvary
tear spotted, blood spotted soil and stones
a cross still in sight
pointing all the ways to god
Christ would be there to tell
'Love your enemy' way to God
and from the Koran
far away in desert lands
mohammad would sum
it all up for you;
'submit totally to god
and you will be saved'.
- so many paths to Him
each path spawns questions
about the right one
unschooled women
fight over an answer
to a simple math
squabbling,
killing, blasphemising all the way
- god at the end of each road
runs
inspired by
A little road not made man
A little road not made of man,
Enabled of the eye,
Accessible to thill of bee,
Or cart of butterfly.
If town it have, beyond itself,
'T is that I cannot say;
I only sigh, -no vehicle
Bears me along that way.
Emily Dickinson
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A little road not made man
A little road not made of man,
Enabled of the eye,
Accessible to thill of bee,
Or cart of butterfly.
If town it have, beyond itself,
'T is that I cannot say;
I only sigh,--no vehicle
Bears me along that way.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Shyness is a blessing
i am shy
so is god's land
stripe it bare
and in no time
you find it hard
to cross even a path
without some obstacles
grass, shrubs and growth
in a frenzy to cover up exposure
shyness is a human endowment
from there modesty grow
from there rises civilisations and culture
like land that trades each inch of its barendess
with rice, flowers and fruits
inspired by
A little road not made of man,
Enabled of the eye,
Accessible to thill of bee,
Or cart of butterfly.
If town it have, beyond itself,
'T is that I cannot say;
I only sigh, -no vehicle
Bears me along that way.
Emily Dickinson
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Road I Travel
The road I travel is windy and unsafe
Filled with road blocks and things to slow me down
Constantly seeing a stop sign
One day the signal will turn green and I will push my foot on the gas
For now my safest way to travel is on the highway
Very little stops
Only a straight path to keep going
There is room to be both slow and causious and fast and furious
Depending on the day and what obstacle I face will dictate my speed and my destiny
As I travel the highway I see nothing but black top
It is just me and nothing but road to travel
Needing to realize that there are so many paths to choose
I am my own destination
But for now the road I travel on is windy and unsafe and filled with road blocks
poem by Anne Jones
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The Romans Road
Did you ever travel that path that in the world is very well known?
This path that has been so traveled on is the wonderful Romans Road.
It's a road that is freely traveled on by all people from any nation,
This road has one destination, which is God's Good News of Salvation.
Therefore you find out quickly that this road was built by God's Son,
And He states early on that there is no one righteous, not even one.
And there is no one who understands, so there's no one who seeks God,
But friend, continue down this road many others have already trod.
It's a road close to home, but one that many from all over have trod,
A road sign says all have sinned and fall short of the Glory of God.
For sin entered the world through Adam, and passed on to you and me,
And physical death through sin came to all men, through Adam's seed.
The next sign, if you're not ready could even take away your breath,
Says your sin must be paid for and the wages of sin is Eternal Death.
But while we were yet sinners, God's love sent Christ to die for us.
Indeed, Christ died for the ungodly, and all we have to do is trust.
So if you've sincerely stayed on this road with no desire to depart,
You'll find The Word is near you; it's in your mouth and your heart,
If you confess Jesus is Lord and believe by His Father He was raised,
By Believing you are Justified and by your Confession you are Saved.
(Copyright © 03/2003)
The Frosty Poets Lonely Road
Two paths in the yellow woods,
said the Frosty poet should,
we travel the beaten road?
or shall we brave the lonely path?
the path of Artists Thieves and Rulers
Where our path will lead us
none shall know,
Until we get there we shan't but guess our future,
for the Artist's muse is fickle,
the Thieves' mark secure,
and the Ruler's people irate,
we who travel the lonely path,
will sow our own specific seed,
and should we persist and perceive,
we shall reap the fruits indeed.
poem by Atticus Mortimer
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At cross road
Never but at cross road,
Are we at cross road?
Is there any load?
Why not we meet?
Even at cross road.
Are we blood thirsty?
And care for no one,
who may come but none?
Doesn’t concern everyone?
Even at cross road.
Can we not share?
Misery and poverty,
happiness and unhappiness,
hunger and roofless human,
even at cross road.
Why do we cut?
Burn the green forest,
and big trees,
do we want disaster?
Even at cross road.
Rain is scarce,
food also less,
nature is finished,
no bloom for ever,
even at cross road.
Why do we cut throat?
Merely for greed,
does the religion preach?
Priests or heads just teach
Even at cross road.
I may not survive,
peace may not revive,
nobody will also survive,
we will soon be extinct,
even at cross road.
Time is running out,
Still human race is not out,
We may still be in,
Kindness may be over,
Even at cross road,
Life is worth to live in,
forget not but just be in,
embrace but not embarrass them,
help but not reject them
Even at cross road.
We May still not adopt,
remain at large but not still opt,
is the nature so cruel?
Kill and get also killed?
Even at cross road
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Since You Are Gone
Since you are gone the stones lie differently along the ground
and words that are the same now have a different sound
-and-
sharp and clear in early dawn there is a road I cannot travel on
Since you are gone- since you are gone
Since you are gone the path seems steeper still
there seems to be more brambles on our hill
More birds that do not sing
more incests that do sting
Since you are gone- since you are gone
Since you are gone the stones lie differently along the ground
-and-
Words that are the same
Now have a different sound
-and-
Sharp and clear in early dawn
There is a road I cannot travel on
Since you are gone- since you are gone
Palling winds, blow softly now, I dread
foreboding echos lament beside my bed
How soon the embers glow is lost-
how soon the darkness comes and frost
And sharp and clear in early dawn there is a road I cannot travel on
Since you are gone-
Since you are gone
There is a road I cannot travel on
poem by Isabelle Cooper
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That Old Rugged Cross
That cross so simple in design, spans throughout all of time.
As simple as that cross may be, it reaches well into eternity.
A wooden beam upon a tree, lifted high on Mount Calvary.
For all the saints of the past, it capped a hope that will last.
As that hope they waited for, was fulfilled through our Lord.
For the saints of latter years, it would conquer all our fears,
As death was swallowed in victory, on that cross at Calvary.
Today the cross of Jesus Christ, can grant victory to any life.
From that single horrific place, God began this age of Grace.
While many were dismayed, the Love of God was displayed.
By God, Christ was shunned, as wrath was sent on His Son.
Wrath meant for you and me, which was poured at Calvary.
God’s own Son bearing disgrace; a sinless lamb in our place.
In agony Christ was seized, until God’s anger was appeased,
As Christ paid the ultimate price, becoming for all a sacrifice.
He died and bled on the cross, washing away our sinful dross.
The sinless man bearing the cost, to bring to God, sinners lost.
And all who come to Jesus Christ, by the cross gain New Life,
As that bloody cross of Calvary, leads all men towards Eternity.
That rugged, yet simple design, has truly stood the test of time.
(Copyright ©04/2006)
All My Roads
Looking back from where I stand tonight
I wouldnt change a thing about my life
Wrong turns I had to take back in those crazy years
Could not have been mistakes if they brought me here
cause all my roads have led me to
This night, this love I share with you
And though the road was never smooth
Life has made me someone who
Could be the right someone for you
I dont regret a single broken heart
That taught me what love is and what its not
Someone must have planned our two paths would cross
I couldnt see it then but I was never lost
cause all my roads have led me to
This night, this love I share with you
And though the road was never smooth
Life has made me someone who
Could be the right someone for you
Detours, dead ends, endless explorations
You were my only destination
cause all my roads have led me to
This night, this love I share with you
And though the road was never smooth
Life has made me someone who
Could be the right someone for you
song performed by by Collin Raye
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Cross The Road
Take your heart, Take your car.
But am gona be, with you so far,
On my feet I will win,
I will win your heart today.
Because
Am gona cross the road? ,
‘' gona cross the road,
Since that day, I saw you,
I made call I will die for you,
And today, on this race,
I promise that I win the race.
Because am gona cross the road * 4
I will fly, I'll jump high,
I'll be fine, oh! My Devine,
This ma day, Ooh baby love,
In the end you'll be ma lady.
All I've got, is to win this race?
I'll win and you'll be ma lady.
Use that road and I'll cross that road
Just believe you'll be ma lady, come on you'll be ma lady.
poem by Dickson Mseti
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Hard Road
(h. vanda / g. young)
My mama n papa told me son that youre just a fool
When I told em I was leaving home I was leaving school
So then in a couple of hours I found myself
Heading down that southbound road
With everything I owned on my back
I carried such a heavy load
And its a hard, hard road that I travel
Its a hard, hard road that I travel
Its a hard, hard road that I travel down the line
And its a hard, hard road down the line
Well I wanna tell ya friends
That its good to be a traveling man
cause Im doing what I want to
Living just the best that I can
Nobody putting rings around my neck
To put me in a pigeon hole
Ive got my dog and my radio
To listen to some rock n roll
And its a hard, hard road that I travel
Its a hard, hard road that I travel
Its a hard, hard road that I travel down the line
And its a hard, hard road down the line
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Every Road Leads Me Back To You
Every road leads me back to you.
My destiny is mapped out
for every step I take
and every road I travel
leads me back to you.
Some are guided by the morning sun,
some by the moon and stars at night,
but every road I travel
leads me back to you.
Our home maybe far away
in the snow tipped mountaintops
or under the big city lights.
It does not matter where it lies,
every road I take the end will be the same,
for every road leads me back to you,
and you are there to shelter me
from any given storm.
You lead me away from temptations
that plague my life.
You are always there
when my foes I have to fight.
Each night when I am weary
tis, you I come to at night,
for every road I travel, Lord
always leads me back to you
for my faith to be renewed.
11 August 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Paths
The path to destruction is invisible,
It is travelled on by the wise,
Giving an enterprise to behold,
Like a gesture too meek.
The paths are long and hard,
In one complete stroke you have moved,
In a single movement the damage is received
As the paths lead to roads leading to fatigue.
This path we allow on the rest of the world
Is narrow and far too long to achieve,
Success needed wending like a path,
A meandering path carried a difference.
Only a road is higher than a path
For it is tortuous in a full condition,
Its heavenly splendour is exciting
Like the eating of apples attached to a tree.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Power To Change
The power God used to save me, is the power that will change me,
The power of the Savior’s blood, and His grace He gives with love.
He is my friend and my Savior, my Sovereign God and my Creator,
And He, who saved my dark soul, can make a heart pure and whole.
The power of His awesome Grace, truly helps me as I seek His face,
To allow His Spirit to take control, as God changes this wicked soul.
The precious blood of God’s Son, has the power to change anyone,
Who comes to The Cross of Christ, to receive from God a New Life.
By Christ’s blood we were bought, so that change could be wrought,
In the body that belongs to Him, Christ who was crucified for our sin,
This body Christ called the Church; He did not leave here in the lurch,
But sent His Spirit, with His Light, to guide us safely out of the night.
The changes are the Father’s will, for this Church that Christ shall fill,
Filled with sinners from every nation, saved by The Lord’s Salvation,
Sanctified by the power of God, throughout the many lands we trod,
As a witness for those still lost, pointing them to our Savior’s Cross.
The changes shall continue in us, as in our Savior we place our trust,
To be all that we can be, through His blood, that flows from Calvary,
As His Grace gives us the power, for our needs, every day and hour,
Until that day, when by God’s Grace, we see our Savior face to face.
(Copyright ©06/2008)
The Lonely Road
It was masked by massive tall oaks
The lonely road
Rivers of tears flanked its path
By each end a crying bath
The lonely road
The sharp and bumpy gravel
I used to travel
The lonely road
With frigid bones and bare feet
Not a scrap to eat
The lonely road
Reminded me of nothing
Nothing but sorrow
To hell with today
The same with tomorrow
The lonely road
A path to my end
Sorrow to spend
On the lonely road
Of tales untold.
Touches
How can I touch,
touch my God?
How many ways,
can my God touch me?
How can I see,
see Him with clarity?
How can my God,
in his world see me?
Along the paths I travel,
how can I tell?
My God walks with me?
What sign will He foretell?
When I reach out,
reach out through pain.
Will my God reach down,
take my pain, let me sustain?
How can I know,
when fear robs my sight?
Will my God really lead me,
‘til finally I depart the night?
Each creation I caress,
my God I touch lovingly.
Each prayer I find answered,
my God, has touched me.
When in darkness I grope,
His sun allows me to see.
I know in my heart,
my God never, lost sight of me.
Traveling my paths,
breezes ruffle each tree.
A sure sign my God tells me,
I walk not alone you see.
As I reach out, sightless and lost.
When I see a path open to me.
A warmth wraps my soul,
I’m sure, God caressed me you see.
When I am blinded by doubt,
cold fear has taken my sight.
He whispers to me, “I will lead you.”
I am sure, I’ll be led to His golden light.
27Jan09
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Only By Grace
The Grace of God we don’t deserve, made us alive in Christ to serve,
To serve The Living Eternal God, while upon this fleeting earthly sod,
Lost in sin we were spiritually dead, but, by Grace we’re alive instead,
Spiritually alive, to serve our Lord; Jesus Christ, who we had ignored.
Because of Mercy, we don’t receive, all we deserve, through unbelief,
From our unbelieving life of sin; a Righteous Wrath, rendered by Him,
God’s Wrath incited by Righteousness, against all man’s wickedness,
But, through belief, lead by faith, we received God’s awesome Grace.
It is only by Grace, that we are saved; fallen sinners, totally depraved,
Not able to accomplish on our own, what Jesus had finished all alone,
Paying for sinners the required price, becoming for all God’s sacrifice,
As Christ appeased all God’s Wrath; providing for us salvation’s path.
So rich in Mercy, The Lord God is, that sinners once lost, now are His,
Children of God, with Eternal Life, seated in Heaven with Jesus Christ,
We are now Christ’s new creation, disciples proclaiming His Salvation,
Saved by Grace, filled with His Love, pointing to His Kingdom above.
Salvation today’s available to all, to redeem sinners from Adam’s fall,
Available to any, who will come, regardless of where they are or from;
Multitudes once lost and deceived, have come to Christ and received,
Salvation from the Father’s Hand; so won’t you today in Christ stand?
(Copyright ©07/2009)
The Journey
As we travel through our years
and look back we can see
that all we did and where we've been
we never could foresee.
All of the paths our lives would lead
and so we just kept pace
and found ourselves living lives
never in one place.
We zigzagged here and zigzagged there,
never in a straight line.
But as you look back on it all
there never was a sign
saying 'Go this way or take this road'
We just made a choice.
Sometimes right, sometimes wrong
and then inside a voice
questioned you, asked you why
you went where you went?
The answer of course is the journey.
It's where you were sent.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Paths 2
Some paths lead to dead ends,
some lead to pastures new,
but whatever path you take
it is always up to you.
Some paths are filled with beauty
colourfully decorated on either side.
Some paths are not so cheerful
and gloom hangs from every branch.
Some paths are well worn
where many feet have gone through.
Some paths have not been ventured on
and these always hold something new,
but whatever path you take
it is always up to you.
26 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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Shadow of The Cross
In the shadow of Christ’s cross, is every soul and sinner lost,
Every soul upon God’s earth, with sin tainting their own worth,
With His light put on all pride; the reason why Christ had died,
Carrying out His Father’s will, when lifted high on Calvary’s hill,
Lifted up for all men to see, was Christ the Lord of all Eternity.
He was nailed up to pay the cost, of all the sin of sinners lost,
Lifted high as God’s Sacrifice, to pay for man an eternal price,
From on that cross at Calvary, blood did flow for you and me,
Blood of the Spotless Lamb, to pay the penalty of sinful man,
Worthy to atone for all, but one; Jesus Christ, God’s only Son.
From that cross to the grave, for all of those God would save,
Through faith in God’s Son, the Savior who died for everyone,
Now lifted high for all of us, the One in whom today men trust,
Seated upon His Eternal Throne, interceding for all of His own,
Men who at the cross believed, from Him, eternal life received.
Now all whom God did save, enter into eternal life, not a grave,
Truly saved by God’s Sacrifice, to be with His Son in Paradise,
Freed from sin’s eternal penalty, through the love from Calvary,
Fully cleansed in Calvary’s tide; blood out of our Savior’s side,
Purged of all our sinful dross, while in the shadow of the cross.
(Copyright ©04/2008)