I Stubbed My Toe
Within the conquest I pursue,
along the thoroughfare of Life.
At times, have arisen occasion,
against obstacles, I stubbed my toe.
These hurdles, oft' I thought,
cross my path with pupose placed.
To alert and expose these pitfalls to me.
In my Master, my faith prevailed.
When loudly, oft' I would complain.
For all, to know my pain.
Or in silent prayer petition.
From outstretched Hand, grant me strength.
The tenacity I lack...instill.
to overcome the anguish from pain,
which visits, tempting me to stray.
Heal my affliction, grant I complete my quest.
Allow me to minister, to those 'long their way.
Whose toes as I, have stubbed.
Impart such awareness, as patiently the Spirit awaits.
To hear but request, to conquer and disperse any anguish.
20May10
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Mother's Kisses
Baby was playing and down he fell, down he fell, down he fell,
Mama will kiss him and make him well,
Oh! what a miracle this is!
Baby was running and stubbed his toe, stubbed his toe, stubbed his toe,
If mama will kiss him the pain will go-
Magical mother's kisses.
Once an angel fair and calm,
Brewed a wondrous soothing balm
From the sweet immortal flowers,
Growing in the heavenly bowers,
Then the mothers of the earth,
All were called and told its worth.
'But anoint your lips with this,'
Said the angel, 'and your kiss
Shall have magic in its touch.'
Now 'tis plain to see why such
Soothing balm for bruise or wound
In a mother's kiss is found.
Baby was playing and down he fell, down he fell, down he fell,
Mama will kiss him, and make him well,
Oh! what a miracle this is.
Baby was running and stubbed his toe, stubbed his toe, stubbed his toe,
If mama kisses him, pain will go-
Magical mother's kisses.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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No Matter What You Think Of Me
No matter what you think of me,
Will not change the course of my destiny.
Nor will the anguish of accomplishing my tasks...
On this path.
Where obstacles remain.
Where they for me,
Seem to last.
To sustain each day I grasp and pass.
Perhaps if I sought your approval,
I could gain some rest from that rejection.
Your lack of acceptance,
Would enhance my own dejection.
But no matter what you think of me,
Will not change my destiny.
I've toiled on this journey too long.
And what you perceive for me to be wrong...
Will not affect my insight.
I have struggled to maintain it.
With a faith that has kept me strong!
Days long and sleepless nights.
And no matter what you think of me...
There have been others who have thought far worse.
God had placed them on my path,
First!
To rehearse any emotions felt.
To conquer and to rid.
Knowing too well how now they must be dealt!
Alone...
Within me.
And without the thought of seeking outside approval.
From either open or closed eyelids.
Mine, yours or others.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pain With An Anguish
A pain with an anguish,
Comes to be delivered...
And no matter what the language.
A pain with an anguish,
To be extinguished...
Comes!
Choices given to make decisions,
Have been thoroughly observed.
And...
Witnessed to conflict with wishes,
To have a peace on Earth.
As this Earth was created to serve.
But...
Many believed their greeding,
Was just for them this creation made.
And with an isolating themselves away,
Few have realized their mistakes.
People talk about entitlements.
With a choice to choose their own interests.
But their own interests just don't sit well...
With THAT passing judgements from a greater realm.
A pain and anguish,
Comes to those evils done.
Oh yes a...
Pain with an anguish,
Comes to undo what those demons done.
Producing as a reason to sell.
Pain and anguish,
Comes to those evils done.
No one living doing things to others...
Can hide what they've done and run.
A pain and anguish,
Comes to those evils done.
Oh yes a...
Pain with an anguish,
Comes to undo what those demons done.
Producing as a reason to sell.
Pain with an anguish,
Produced as a reason to sell.
Will soon...
Have no market or a need,
As minds begin to heal from a hell.
A pain with an anguish...
Produced as a reason to sell.
Will soon...
Have no market or a need,
As minds begin to heal from a hell.
Pray!
To deliver your mind from a living hell.
Pray!
To...
Deliver your mind from a living hell.
Pray!
To deliver your mind from a living hell.
Pray!
To...
Deliver your mind from a living hell.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Anguish, pain, misery, sorrow and retribution
Some say life is full of anguish,
old man once sang that life is full of pain
some even preach that life comes fully laced with misery and sorrow,
and some believe that life offers no retribution
ideas clearly instilled in the hearts and souls of many a man,
but the truth of the matter is,
life is anguish,
life is pain,
life is misery and sorrow,
in the same way as rain is water
and water is rain
for where can one get one`s own share of anguish,
who`d we ever have known pain if we never had life
without life, would we live through misery and sorrow
life in itself is retribution,
for he who has life can stand ground against
anguish, pain, misery and sorrow
and live to see brighter days seemingly unscathed
but woo to he who loses his life
in anguish, or pain, or misery , or sorrow
for he will receive no further retribution
and he will depart this earth with nothing but
anguish, pain, misery, sorrow
and retribution lost
poem by Tinashe Severa
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The Pain, The Anguish, The Fear
Inside of me
raining down
its everywhere
hurting me
blinding me
to myself
the pain, the anguish, the fear
they smother me
blocking out all thought
breeding misery
my only will
is to end it all
to stop the pain
the anguish, the fear
of them
I live afraid
of their next move
out of fear
I build a wall
to block myself
from them
I give everyone the illusion
of being inside but it is only
smoke and mirrors
sometimes fooling myself
into thinking it as well
the pain, the anguish, the fear
seep through the cracks
smother me
in a blanket of hate, anger and fear
they are killing me
slowly but surely
the pain, the anguish, the fear
poem by Austin Jones
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Grant Us Peace, Father of Abraham, Isaac and Ishmael
Grant us peace,
that we may not oppress our neighbors
Grant us justice,
that we may not enslave our neighbors
Grant us sanity,
that we may not torture our neighbors
Grant us mercy,
that we may not murder our neighbors
Grant us conscience
that we may not expel our neighbors
Grant us love,
that we may hunger for truth
Grant us discernment
that we may know what is ours, and what is not
Grant us decency
that we may return what we stole
Grant us courage
that we may admit what we’ve done
Give us strength to atone.
Ask only
that we end our silence.
A Hymn
Eternal power of earth and air,
Unseen, yet seen in all around,
Remote, but dwelling everywhere,
Though silent, heard in every sound.
If e'er thine ear in mercy bent
When wretched mortals cried to thee,
And if indeed thy Son was sent
To save lost sinners such as me.
Then hear me now, while kneeling here;
I lift to thee my heart and eye
And all my soul ascends in prayer;
O give me - give me Faith I cry.
Without some glimmering in my heart,
I could not raise this fervent prayer;
But O a stronger light impart,
And in thy mercy fix it there!
While Faith is with me I am blest;
It turns my darkest night to day;
But while I clasp it to my breast
I often feel it slide away.
Then cold and dark my spirit sinks,
To see my light of life depart,
And every fiend of Hell methinks
Enjoys the anguish of my heart.
What shall I do if all my love,
My hopes, my toil, are cast away,
And if there be no God above
To hear and bless me when I pray?
If this be vain delusion all,
If death be an eternal sleep,
And none can hear my secret call,
Or see the silent tears I weep.
O help me God! for thou alone
Canst my distracted soul relieve;
Forsake it not -- it is thine own,
Though weak yet longing to believe.
O drive these cruel doubts away
And make me know that thou art God;
A Faith that shines by night and day
Will lighten every earthly load.
If I believe that Jesus died
And waking rose to reign above,
Then surely Sorrow, Sin and Pride
Must yield to peace and hope and love.
And all the blessed words he said
Will strength and holy joy impart,
A shield of safety o'er my head,
A spring of comfort in my heart.
poem by Anne Brontë
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The Doubter's Prayer
Eternal Power, of earth and air!
Unseen, yet seen in all around,
Remote, but dwelling everywhere,
Though silent, heard in every sound.
If e'er thine ear in mercy bent,
When wretched mortals cried to Thee,
And if, indeed, Thy Son was sent,
To save lost sinners such as me:
Then hear me now, while, kneeling here,
I lift to thee my heart and eye,
And all my soul ascends in prayer,
Oh, give me - give me Faith! I cry.
Without some glimmering in my heart,
I could not raise this fervent prayer;
But, oh! a stronger light impart,
And in Thy mercy fix it there.
While Faith is with me, I am blest;
It turns my darkest night to day;
But while I clasp it to my breast,
I often feel it slide away.
Then, cold and dark, my spirit sinks,
To see my light of life depart;
And every fiend of Hell, methinks,
Enjoys the anguish of my heart.
What shall I do, if all my love,
My hopes, my toil, are cast away,
And if there be no God above,
To hear and bless me when I pray?
If this be vain delusion all,
If death be an eternal sleep,
And none can hear my secret call,
Or see the silent tears I weep!
Oh, help me, God! For thou alone
Canst my distracted soul relieve;
Forsake it not: it is thine own,
Though weak, yet longing to believe.
Oh, drive these cruel doubts away;
And make me know, that Thou art God!
A faith, that shines by night and day,
Will lighten every earthly load.
If I believe that Jesus died,
And, waking, rose to reign above;
Then surely Sorrow, Sin, and Pride,
Must yield to Peace, and Hope, and Love.
And all the blessed words He said
Will strength and holy joy impart:
A shield of safety o'er my head,
A spring of comfort in my heart.
poem by Anne Brontë from Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846)
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My Anguish Echoes Loudly
Upon sight of thine visage, I was overcome with emotion;
My tears formed a deluge, as though the Heavens wept-
I lied awake all night in thought, as all others slept.
My absence now, and always, belies my heart's devotion.
This pains my soul, which cries for consolation-
I am bereft of sentiment proper, though an attempt I offer;
Same is causal to the heart I now regrettably coffer,
Lest I may experience a refrain of its total devastation.
Sikerly, this shan't always be this way:
A heart afeared of grievous pain, much to my dismay.
The balm of time shall cease what now is not bearable:
The anguish of my heart and soul, not shareable
In words, nor like experience to which, you, I may steer-
My anguish eachoes loudly, though you may not hear!
-Maurice Harris,12 April 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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No Other Go
I kept going on
Till you were subdued and won
There was no other go
As wind was about to blow
You were near to heart
I can’t afford it to part
How can it beat in isolation?
When we had deep and sound relation
I failed to understand
Why you had unclear stand?
You should have been alert and stable
Making me firm with decision and able
You should not curse heart but submit
Allow it to bit in resonance and admit
Love is precious gift from God
So divine and holy as Golden words
Your heart was brave enough to dare
But waited always to stay somewhere
Near me and breathe in deep anguish
I too had desired it as final wish
Now finally you have crumbled and agreed
You have relented and gave nod to heed
It was my long wish and need
From long isolation I have been freed
You may assess it when get time
I lost patience sometimes
Yet good will and faith prevailed
It was enough for me to bail out
Respond to only inner wish
As it may grant you good finish
Every human being will have to go one day
but love and care should form examples on the way
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Midnight Prayer
'Lord, grant me the strength to get past
My overwhelming fears, and the pall they cast;
Grant me faith to overcome any and all doubt-
Should the spectre of dubiety lurk, cast it out;
Show me the divine nature of Your Proffer-
As undying devotion is my recompensatory offer;
I submit to Your Omniscience-yet, I do not fully understand-
Still I know: my life's path is but that which You command!
Hope and love You have gifted me, in abundance-
They present as compassion, understanding, and patience.
Thank you Lord, for all, to me, You gifted-
Obligation is owed too, for my soul-now and ever, uplifted!
Should ever cause present, where more of me is needed-
Just ask, as have I-surely, this too shall be heeded! '
poem by Maurice Harris
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In the Hour of Trial
In the hour of trial, Jesus, plead for me,
Lest by base denial I depart from Thee.
When Thou seest me waver, with a look recall,
Nor for fear or favor suffer me to fall.
With forbidden pleasures would this vain world charm,
Or its sordid treasures spread to work me harm,
Bring to my remembrance sad Gethsemane,
Or, in darker semblance, cross-crowned Calvary.
Should Thy mercy send me sorrow, toil and woe,
Or should pain attend me on my path below,
Grant that I may never fail Thy hand to see;
Grant that I may ever cast my care on Thee.
When my last hour cometh, fraught with strife and pain,
When my dust returneth to the dust again,
On Thy truth relying, through that mortal strife,
Jesus, take me, dying, to eternal life.
poem by James Montgomery
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The spirit of man has awakened and the soul of man has gone forth. Grant us the wisdom and the vision to comprehend the greatness of man's spirit, that suffers and endures so hugely for a goal beyond his own brief span. Grant us honor for our dead who died in the faith, honor for our living who work and strive for the faith, redemption and security for all captive lands and peoples. Grant us patience with the deluded and pity for the betrayed. And grant us the skill and valor that shall cleanse the world of oppression and the old base doctrine that the
strong must eat the weak because they are strong. Yet most of all grant us brotherhood, not only for this day but for all our years — a brotherhood not of words but of acts and deeds. We are all of us children of earth — grant us that simple knowledge. If our brothers are oppressed, then we are oppressed. If they hunger, we hunger. If their freedom is taken away, our freedom is not secure. Grant us a common faith that man shall know bread and peace — that he shall know justice and righteousness, freedom and security, an equal opportunity and an equal chance to do his best, not only in our own lands, but throughout the world. And in that faith let us march toward the clean world our hands can make. Amen.
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Psalm 119 part 9
Desire of knowledge; or, The teachings of the Spirit with the word.
ver. 64,68,18
Thy mercies fill the earth, O Lord;
How good thy works appear!
Open mine eyes to read thy word,
And see thy wonders there.
ver. 73,125
My heart was fashioned by thy hand;
My service is thy due:
O make thy servant understand
The duties he must do.
ver. 19
Since I'm a stranger here below,
Let not thy path be hid;
But mark the road my feet should go,
And be my constant guide
ver. 26
When I confessed my wand'ring ways,
Thou heard'st my soul complain;
Grant me the teachings of thy grace,
Or I shall stray again.
ver. 33,34
If God to me his statutes show,
And heav'nly truth impart,
His work for ever I'll pursue,
His law shall rule my heart.
ver. 50,71
This was my comfort when I bore
Variety of grief;
It made me learn thy word the more,
And fly to that relief.
ver. 51
[In vain the proud deride me now;
I'll ne'er forget thy law,
Nor let that blessed gospel go,
Whence all my hopes I draw.
ver. 27,171
When I have learned my Father's will,
I'll teach the world his ways;
My thankful lips, inspired with zeal,
Shall loud pronounce his praise.]
poem by Isaac Watts
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Inspire Days
The dream began, as many do,
With something up ahead...
A golden mountain there to view
And to it I felt led...
I climbed the mountain, slow at first,
And tiredness ensued...
My energy balloon had burst,
But then I felt renewed.
Fear left me and I felt assured -
And my heart beat faster!
I sensed the presence of my Lord,
Saviour, King and Master...
I realised He'd grant me strength
To help fulfil my dreams...
As if to give an extra tenth
To overcome extremes.
He came to me and held my hand,
I tingled and I wept...
For only He could understand
The hopes and dreams I kept...
When Jesus smiled, my heart stood still,
I trembled and felt weak...
Yet then I felt a sudden thrill...
He kissed me on the cheek...
This was the practice long ago,
A greeting for one's friend...
Yet deep inside, I felt a glow,
A light that knew no end...
Lord Jesus fills my heart with praise...
He makes my heart complete.
That's why I share Inspire Days
With those I meet and greet...
Lord Jesus is the missing peace,
Without Him each is lost...
Yet with Him, wonders never cease,
All obstacles are crossed.
Inspire Days are meant to share
God's blessing with God's team...
May God grant wisdom through each prayer,
Each vision and each dream...
Denis Martindale, copyright 24th November 2010.
She Matters on Revelation TV this morning with
Guest Jen Baker, Speaker, Teacher, Pastor.
Inspire Day details here: jenbaker co uk website.
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There is nothing really ever to fear
Fear is regression
regression is pain
pain turns sweet sunshine into bitter rain
take my hand my dear
for there is nothing to fear
Fear is anguish
anguish is sorrow
sorrow is but a deep hole so hollow
let this not be the end of me
hold me tight and set me free
oh embrace me so close, so near
for there is nothing really ever to fear
Fear is destruction
destruction is chaos
chaos is a cynical and unruly boss
that can become your surpressive master
do not let fear take control
of the every corner of your innocent soul
Take my hand oh my dear
hold me so very near
for there is nothing that we should ever fear!
poem by Allen Steble
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There is nothing really ever to fear
Fear is regression
regression is pain
pain turns sweet sunshine into bitter rain
take my hand my dear
for there is nothing to fear
Fear is anguish
anguish is sorrow
sorrow is but a deep hole so hollow
let this not be the end of me
hold me tight and set me free
oh embrace me so close, so near
for there is nothing really ever to fear
Fear is destruction
destruction is chaos
chaos is a cynical and unruly boss
that can become your surpressive master
do not let fear take control
of the every corner of your innocent soul
Take my hand oh my dear
hold me so very near
for there is nothing that we should ever fear!
poem by Allen Steble
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O God, the rock of my whole strength
O God, the rock of my whole strength,
Let thy sweet mercy soothe mine anguish;
And grant me help, O Lord, at length,
Lest that I faint, despair, and languish.
poem by John Wilbye
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A Small Prayer
Dear Lord I have a small prayer,
I would like you to hear today,
and I hope that within your wisdom
that you will grant for us one day.
Dear Lord the prayer I pray
is just not for me, but for everyone.
Could for just one day
there be no conflict or strife,
nor anger within anyone’s heart.
Could there be love throughout every land
where enemies would take and shake one another’s hands
and the weapons of destruction
would be thrown upon the ground.
That there would be no more killings,
no more grieving fathers, mothers,
brothers, sisters, wives, daughters and sons.
Dear Lord in your wisdom
would you grant this prayer for me,
make peace in this world reality,
then we might be able to
stamp out hunger and poverty.
Dear Lord when you hear this prayer,
will you grant this all for me?
Not just only for me, for everyone.
Help us all realise there is no need
for conflict and strife,
just a little peace
to live a normal life.
Amen
poem by David Harris
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Jack, Youre Dead
When you got no more assurance
Than a great big hunk o lead
If you dont respond to romance
Jack, youre dead
When a chick is smilin at you
Even though theres nothin said
You stand there like a statue
Jack, youre dead
You been always kickin
But you stubbed your toes
When you ups and kicks the bucket
Just like ole man mose
When you get no kicks from lovin
And you blow your top instead
Its a fact that you aint livin
Jack, youre dead
When you just aint got nobody
Since you gone and lost your head
Rigor mortis has set in, daddy
Jack, youre dead
Whats the use of havin muscles
If your life hangs by a thread
If you aint got no red corpuscles
Jack, youre dead
You been always kickin
But you stubbed your toes
When you ups and kicks the bucket
Just like ole man mose
When you get no kicks from lovin
And the news begins to spread
All the cats will holler murder
Jack, youre dead
All the breath has leaked out of you
If your friends gather round the bed
And look at you and say mm mm, dont he look natural?
When that happens to you, daddy jack, youre dead
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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