Faith Within
Everyday I feel blessed,
To awaken and not address my ailments.
Or seek with this acknowledgement,
A reason to complain about my circumstances.
A faith within me I know exist,
Has done this.
I hear others disrespect themselves,
With criticisms directed.
I hear comments returned to them,
By those sharing a mutual unconsciousness.
Everyday I feel blessed,
To awaken and not address my ailments.
With a facing of those obstacles,
Presented on my path to test.
And yet,
I know from where my blessings come...
To on me become bestowed.
A faith within me I know exist,
Has done this.
And I am able to let go,
Of that which troubles me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Each Day
Today,
Like everyday...
I'm thankful for the blessings that come!
No matter who may say they have none...
I see with my own eyes,
Mine are not disguised.
Each day,
That comes my way...
I'm thankful for the blessings that come.
No matter who may say they have none...
I see with my own eyes,
Mine are not disguised.
I don't awaken for unhappiness to test.
Nor do I look for it when Sun is on my roof,
In a mood.
In the morning I express my thankfulness.
Knowing I can choose to feel my very best.
Today,
Like everyday...
I'm thankful for the blessings that come!
No matter who may say they have none...
I see with my own eyes,
Mine are not disguised.
Each day,
That comes my way...
I'm thankful for the blessings that come.
No matter who may say they have none...
I see with my own eyes,
Mine are not disguised.
Each day,
I don't awaken for unhappiness to test.
Each day,
In the morning I express my thankfulness.
Each day,
I can select to feel my very best.
Knowing in my mind I wish this to address.
Today,
Like everyday...
I'm thankful for the blessings that come!
No matter who may say they have none...
I see with my own eyes,
Mine are not disguised.
Each day,
I don't awaken for unhappiness to test.
Each day,
In the morning I express my thankfulness.
Each day,
I can select to feel my very best.
Knowing in my mind I wish this to address,
Each day!
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Everyday Being Tested
Everyday there is a witnessing of miracles.
And everyday someone unbelieving,
Chooses to complain about their aches and pains.
In a celebration with invited guests.
And those who seem the happiest...
Are those everyday being tested.
Expressing how their lives are gratefully blessed.
With faith and prayer done everyday to attest and reflect.
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This Creation That I Am Is Yours
I feel such a ray within me radiating.
Each time You and I are alone.
And I am comforted in the quietness of peace.
I feel so blessed and grateful,
To have this ease You have bestowed upon me!
Was it hours away in a yesterday gone...
I had questioned my faith,
With a false face I had put on.
But today I know I was all wrong.
You were there protecting me.
And those obstacles that challenged...
Were placed on my path,
So I would realize with You...
I am and can be strong!
I am the 'me' You have made me to be!
I feel so blessed and grateful,
Yes!
I feel such a ray within me radiating.
To this I confess.
To You I am grateful to this blessing,
That has gifted me with happiness.
I had questioned my faith,
With a false face I once had put on!
But I have since removed those disguises.
I want it known You alone own my soul!
And in my mind and heart...
What need do I have to feel forelorn?
I am Your warrior,
My Father.
By Your command...
My actions remain forever bold.
And under Your control...
I stand each day,
To become a better man.
As You alone understand,
This creation that I am...
Is Yours!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unload the Excess Baggage
I am not the one,
To walk around validating...
Every pinch felt from an illness.
Or am I the one to carry pain,
As if I've been awarded...
A medal for valor and honor.
Each day as I pray...
And after I awaken,
I feel tremendously blessed...
That God has pulled my sisters and I,
Through much heartbreak and stress.
We, in those days, believed we needed to address.
And when I hear some folks,
Making excuses for mistakes they've made...
I can go through any day,
Without seeking to be medicated.
To fake my feelings to numb the aches.
I want to keep it real.
That's how I feel.
I am not the one,
To walk around validating...
Every pinch felt from an illness.
Nor am I the one,
Seeking to skate through a life...
Speeded by an easy breeze.
God has blessed me!
And I know this.
And there is nothing better I can do...
Than to hold my head up,
And unload the excess baggage.
To live the best life feeling grateful.
And blessed to be able to confess it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Takes a Certain Bravery
The next time you awaken,
Do not generalize your negativity.
Go straight to the nearest mirror,
And thank God you were blessed...
With the ability to complain.
That's right!
Thank God you are able to pinpoint,
What irritates you the most.
And after you have done that...
Once looking at yourself,
After you have awakened...
Think about what The Creator has to tolerate.
Twenty four hours EVERYDAY.
And you can not be grateful enough,
To say something kind to yourself?
Even in the midst of facing such ugliness alone?
This takes a certain bravery.
Be thankful you are able to do it.
In fact...
Thank everyone you may come in contact.
They are the ones you should really learn to appreciate.
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With Faith
With faith I can not deny...
God is my supply!
When things are not so great,
I know He holds my fate!
And through my thick and tear dripping days...
My determination to remain faithful to Him stays!
If trials to test me come like they do,
I do not seek to flee and run...
Like many who succumb,
And become subdued!
I walk on my path with a confidence kept strong!
Adjusting with each foul and pitch thrown.
I am in this game...
To manuever around boulders,
And remove obstacles.
Crushing them into pebbles.
Ignoring the fact they may be stones!
Everyday I feel enlightened!
Each day I feel I've grown!
With faith I will hit homeruns like I wish!
God knows this and quiets,
Dissatisfactions arising...
From daily groans and moans,
He may allow for me to acknowledge...
But He does not wish for me to suffer.
Nor does He expect me to condone alone!
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Blessed With This Gift
If one makes a decision,
To awaken seeking ways to appreciate life.
With a feeling that expresses a gratefulness,
To experience this gift.
They will see opportunity.
And know to them it has already been given.
If one makes a decision,
Life is to be lived and not taken for granted...
Blessings given will be shared,
If they awaken with thoughts...
To be to others more caring!
If...
And that's not a big 'if' to ponder.
Not to awaken thinking of possibilities!
Or what this day given brings.
If...
One makes a decision,
To awaken seeking ways to appreciate life.
One just has to start,
Realizing each day when they awaken...
They have already been blessed with a gift!
If...
For them that is a decision made,
To see a life that has been given that way...
Fortunes are at their fingertips.
With a pricelessness that enriches.
If one makes a decision,
To awaken seeking ways to appreciate life.
And feeling blessed with this gift.
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Why Are You Asking 'Me' Those Questions?
'What can I do?
When the world seems so screwed up.'
I ask.
'What is true for me?
And what isn't?
What is my task?
How long is this confusion I face,
Going to last? '
I ask.
'And if I pray everyday,
Will these conflicts go away?
Will these burdens be lifted?
How long can I expect to be afflicted,
By this.'
I ask.
And something inside pulled me aside.
I felt interrogated.
As if I should be stripped bare naked.
Of everything...
Including my pride!
I was not prepared to do that.
Even though everything else,
I had already tried!
And I was questioned...
By a voice I could not deny!
~When was the last time you prayed with faith?
Is it constantly done?
With a devotion felt that overcomes?
Why are you looking outside yourself...
To validate I exist.
When I sit within you...
Feeling you hide
As if from Me you resist.
How often do you listen?
And if you do...
Do you obey?
Like you say you do,
With Me in faith...
With an honesty of truth?
As you say you do everyday?
Or do you choose your obstacles with you to stay!
What is it that you wish from Me,
Anyway?
You think I'm going to sit with you,
And waste MY time away?
If you are not grateful for My presence...
How can I gift you with My blessings? ~
'Who is this?
Is this God?
And if this is...
Why are You asking 'me' those questions?
I thought you had ALL the answers? '
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Blessed To Be Cursed
I awaken early,
With thoughts that seem...
Already out of date.
Already out of time.
Already...
I feel I am too late.
Bombarded I am,
With images that feed.
And some I feel,
I am not yet ready to taste.
Am I cursed or blessed?
At times I feel in between.
And aging hasn't made this attraction,
Any easier for me...
It seems.
Am I cursed or blessed?
OR blessed to be cursed?
Is it possible to enjoy something,
And not quench that thirst?
I awaken early,
With thoughts that seem...
Already out of date.
Already out of time.
Already...
I feel I am too late.
Bombarded I am,
With images that feed.
And some I feel,
I am not yet ready to taste...
Although I enjoy,
Achieving those impossible dreams.
Am I cursed or blessed?
OR blessed to be cursed?
Is it possible to enjoy something,
And not quench that thirst?
And I think to myself...
'What am I getting out of this?
How am I benefitting,
When I am the last to think of myself first! '
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The Ghost And Me
The ghost and me
The ghost and me.
Are one and the same.
We don't exist.
We are never to be seen.
Everybody has washed their hand clean of...
A mistake that never happen.
A birth that was more like a regurgitation.
I didn't mean to do that.
Oh oh but you did.
The ghost and me
The ghost and me.
Are one and the same.
We don't exist.
We are never to be seen.
Now tell me
How hard is it to forgive
When one denies you everyday..?
Oh just disappear.
I wish you weren't here.
Those are the words I continuously hear.
The ghost and me
The ghost and me.
Are one and the same.
We don't exist.
We are never to be seen.
Voices marching to a beat.
Voices marching to an eventual defeat.
Running through a slaughter house just to fix a broken soul.
An what does it expose?
Is the blood real?
A talentless man with no cloths.
The ghost and me
The ghost and me.
Are one and the same.
We don't exist.
We are never to be seen.
I hate it.
It isn't fair.
But in this world of despair.
Tears will never heal these wounds.
For they're continuously felt each and everyday.
The pain will never go away.
It is here to stay.
The ghost and me
The ghost and me.
Are one and the same.
We don't exist.
We are never to be seen.
The ghost and me
The ghost and me.
Are one and the same.
We don't exist.
We are never to be seen.
No never again.
A march to the very end.
When I'm hanging from that rope
I want nothing from you.
It is what you gave me.
Suffering silence.
The stillness that is so quiet.
No one is here except...
The ghost and me
The ghost and me.
Are one and the same.
We don't exist.
We are never to be seen.
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I Know You're There and Listening
Everyday I will say,
I am glad to walk beside You.
Come what may everyday,
I am glad to know You're here!
And when I look up to the sky I feel,
Your eyes upon me near.
Everyday when I pray,
I know You're there and listening.
Everyday when I pray,
I'm listening to You too!
And no matter if gray clouds appear.
Or thunder in my mind...
Brings tears.
I find You there protecting.
I find safe shelter here.
It's very clear
I find You near me...
Everyday.
Everyday I will say,
I am glad to walk beside You.
Come what may everyday,
I am glad to know You are so near.
And when I look up to the sky I feel,
Your eyes upon me close...
To watch.
And chase away those fears that come.
To let me know I'm not just one with You.
You prove this everyday that I go through.
Everyday I know I'm not alone.
And with You I'll never be...
To question where You are.
You are never from me far,
Away.
I know You're there,
With me...
As always.
I know You're there!
To comfort me.
Eternally...
You're there.
Inside of me.
And in my heart,
To believe.
Everyday I know I'm not alone.
And with You I'll never be...
To question where You are.
You're never from me far,
Away.
You're here with me.
Kept faithfully to believe.
Everyday as I pray,
With faith and believe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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He Is Expected to Bless Them With Gifts
I am on a mission to complete it.
Not to question each task,
To ask God to replace my challenges.
That's why I keep my faith...
Strong and without doubt that can be debated.
And those who remain confused,
Insisting they pray...?
I often wonder to 'who' and 'what' they do that to?
And 'why' they have reasons to complain everyday?
As if they have been assigned to carry the burdens of others.
And 'if' that is the case...
How strong is their faith,
That leaves them to believe...
To express their grievances,
Is what God desires to hear.
As He is expected to bless them with gifts,
That fulfill their wishes.
Everytime they are found whining,
About obstacles they agonize...
And delivered to God's attentive ears.
How strong is their faith,
That leaves them to believe...
To express their grievances,
Is what God desires to hear.
And disappear to await for a miracle!
Only to defy it in denial when it arrives.
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Strengthened Faith
I need to get much richer,
With...
Spiritual beliefs.
Teasing 'things' just can't do it.
Or deliver to me mental relief.
I need to get richer,
With...
Spiritual beliefs.
'Cause...
Nothing that I ever had to 'bling',
Stayed to mean anything to me.
But my...
Faith is here to stay.
Although it is daily tested.
And...
Opposition everywhere wont let me rest.
It keeps my weaknesses invested.
Yes my...
Faith is here to stay.
Although it is daily tested.
And...
Opposition everywhere wont let me rest.
It keeps my weaknesses invested.
I've spent a lot of time by the riverside.
Strengthening a faith I feel inside.
And yes I feel it,
Strengthened faith!
Everyday and without fail.
Oh yes I feel it,
Strengthened faith.
And with it I must prevail.
'Cause...
Opposition everywhere wont let me rest.
It keeps my weaknesses invested.
I've spent a lot of time by the riverside.
Strengthening a faith I feel inside.
And...
I feel it,
Strengthened faith!
Everyday and without fail.
Oh yes I feel it,
Strengthened faith!
With me and I will prevail.
Oh yes I feel it,
Strengthened faith!
Everyday and without fail.
Oh yes I feel it,
Strengthened faith!
With me and I will prevail.
Oh yes I feel it,
A strengthened faith!
Yes I feel it,
Everyday and without fail.
I feel it...
A strengthened faith!
With me and I will prevail.
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Forever From This Life
Everyday,
Opportunity comes along
For all to say...
Or find a way to admit committment!
To something.
And/or someone that has been initiated.
But somehow had been shunned.
Everyday,
Some awaken to clear the slate...
Of that which had irritated.
To let go and fade with yesterday.
And yet,
Many who claim to have undying faith,
Are challenged to forgive.
With a knowledge of that which now lives...
Forever from this life given,
Perishes.
With 'what ifs' existing and still wished.
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Those Same Obstacles Will Be There
Why should I go somewhere else,
To do and be who it is I am?
So many others have chosen to do just that.
Only to discover with a backtracking,
They still have no clue as to who they are.
Or for what purpose,
They live to exist to accept and not resist.
For some reason I have always known this.
To not backtrack to avoid facing facts.
And it didn't matter where I chose to sit.
Or be confronted with obstacles I know exist.
Realizing those same obstacles will be there,
No matter where one goes to confront...
That which opposes the being of who one 'is'.
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Be Thankful
Whatever you believe,
In your life that is missed.
Whatever it is,
You wished you had
But does not exist.
Be grateful even for that!
Let your faith remain in tact!
And be thankful.
Feel blessed.
Don't compare yourself with the rest.
Accept that God knows best.
And for you,
As long as you keep your faith in Him true...
He will do for you what He alone does.
He'll come through.
God delivers!
He is the best 'stimulus' you can get!
Know it.
Be thankful.
And insist...
With consistent obedience,
You are deserving.
And be thankful,
For the gifts God gives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Fresh As Dawn Awakens
Today,
My eyes and mind...
Are not on mistakes I've made.
Nor are they concentrated,
On aches and pains I've had.
Or the passing of judgements of others!
Today,
As fresh as dawn awakens my sensibilities...
I reach and desire something fresh to experience.
I want to witness and participate with nature.
I want to feel assessible to anyone that approaches.
I wish to remove every restriction,
Others may around them have!
Today,
My eyes and mind...
Are not on mistakes I've made.
Nor are they concentrated,
On aches and pains I've had.
Or the passing of judgements of others!
Today,
I am going to pray and be grateful.
Today,
And everyday thereafter I am blessed to breathe,
God is going to hear me express how blessed I am.
And not a complaint will I address.
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Faith Restricted
So glad am I faith restricted my attempts...
To take tempting shortcuts,
Around those obstacles I did not want to face.
So glad am I,
To have been faith restricted.
So glad it was not stubbornness but insight...
That shown as if a beacon bright,
On my path and journey.
Those doubts that appeared disappeared quickly.
So glad am I,
To have been faith restricted.
So glad am I to have been open to criticisms.
And not afraid to stumble and quit.
With an ego driven into embarrassment.
So glad am I,
To have been faith restricted.
So glad it was not stubbornness but insight...
That shown as if a beacon bright,
On my path and journey.
Those doubts that appeared disappeared quickly.
So glad am I,
To have been faith restricted.
Having it strong and blessed with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Glad This Is Not My Issue
I have never been accused,
Of being patriotic.
Devoted or loyal.
Nor sacrificial to others' needs.
Whether known or not...
These activities,
Do not from other lips speak.
It has never been discussed,
How I would rush to the aid of others.
And entertain them with foolishness,
Just to see a smile come across their lips.
Although I've been called stupid on many occasions.
It has never been expressed,
My desire to do my very best.
Or to implement with discipline,
The tackling done of obstacles that come to test.
Yet...
It has been said,
I think I'm better than the rest.
Trying to impress.
I have heard comments stated in my face,
To berate what is I've attempted to do.
To then have it said...
I do what I do to seek attention.
As if there is something I need to prove.
'Can we all say, Lun-a-tic? '
And the more I value the quietness of my peace,
In a privacy I seek to protect...
I hear it said that I am lonely, eccentric and seeking friends.
And a public attention is what I address.
As I age,
I thank God my time has been spent...
In the validation of those things important.
And the sharing of events with those loved who are close.
If I had not...
I would not know whose life it is to live!
Or which of those with mental illnesses needing focus the most!
I am glad this is not my issue.
And I've got them too.
But not on these levels.
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What Is Faith
what is faith when you can not see.,
when the ones around you do not belive.,
when you try an try an still dont achive.,
but can pick your self up an say i still belive.,
when it hurt's an you still dont cry because faith has kept you alive.,
when you seem down an feel no hope its faith thats says lets go.,
when heartbreak comes an you feel the pain an your heart is pulled with an awfull strain it faith that says stay in the gamn.,
FAITH: IN MY OWN WORDS: FAITH IS THE POWER THAT GOD HAS BLESSED US WITH THE POWER TO SAY II BELIVE EVEN WHEN ALL ODDS ARE AGANST YOU AN YOU CAN STILL BELIVE THAT THERES AWAY THATS GODS WORD FROM HIM TO US THAT ITS GOING TO BE OK., FAITH.,
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