For Those Who Are Gifted
These gifts to me have not been given,
To let sit and observe their rust.
But to constantly polish and share their lustre.
And I perceive this mission as a must.
For those who are gifted,
With talents they let drift away.
Seem too quick to earn a dollar from them...
Only to quit to say,
The worth of their gifts...
Did not return to them any profit!
These gifts to me have not been given,
To let sit and observe their rust.
But to constantly polish and share their lustre.
And I perceive this mission as a must.
One blessed by God...
Should first serve His purpose.
With a gratefulness to prove,
A decision God has made...
Was done to shine forth a light!
To move where He chooses,
Whether day or night.
Not to smother in unthankfulness.
To offer God one's attititude.
Why do people do this?
Take for granted what God does...
Then choose to dismiss it?
To satify egos others should solicit.
To flaunt and cherish,
As if one merits the attention.
To take and celebrate...
Without a word of God to mention!
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Serving
Please tell me how to serve you.
What do I have to share?
It is the way, I can thank The One,
Who always has been there.
Should I speak your words of kindness?
Should I speak your words of love?
Should I share with my brothers and sisters
My gift from up above?
Should I find one that I follow?
And let him take the lead.
Be an apprentice to the gardener
That's planting all your seeds?
Should I give most of my earnings?
Should I give someone my time?
Should I give my love, my life You gave?
Or give Your messages in my rhymes?
Should I show someone Your mercy?
Even though they've done me wrong.
And show them they still have a place.
In Your flock's where they belong.
Should I sacrifice my person.
And then lay down my life.
To fight for what You say is right.
Regardless of it's strife.
Should I go and join Your mission.
Help the needy and the poor.
To make someone's life better.
Better than before.
Should I show someone discernment.
And give them my insight.
To help them through their battle.
Become a soldier in their fight.
Do you need me to be a leader?
To guide all of your sheep.
Lead them all when they're awake.
And protect them while they sleep.
I know that surely I've been blessed.
With my gifts because you care.
But what makes my gifts so beautiful.
They are the gifts want to share.
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Sometimes Questioned When Revealed
I've seen birds with wings,
Use them.
I've known people with talents,
And God given gifts...
Use them for a purpose.
And intent.
I've heard those with wisdom,
Share insights.
I've seen a commercial jet,
Take off...
Weighted with passengers,
And luggage...
Soar from a standstill,
To rise in the skies in flight.
But I've seen many people,
From behind as they walked.
And I wondered to myself...
If only they could see,
From my point of view and eye sight...
Those wide shadows cast,
On the sidewalks...
In broad daylight!
I've seen birds with wings,
Use them.
I've known people with talents,
And God given gifts...
Use them as well.
However...
To spread around,
Pound for pound...
What some people carry,
That has yet in their minds...
Been introduced to marry common sense,
Is as mysterious as those acts of genius...
Taken for granted,
That are around us...
AND,
With a significance that influences.
But still,
They are sometimes questioned when revealed!
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If We Are Not Here to Give and Receive
If we are not here to give and receive...
Why are we blessed with arms to reach.
And hands to offer,
What we have to share?
Why would our hearts be where there are...
With legs attached,
To move as we choose...
To distances near or far?
With minds when unconfined,
Can be anywhere and at any time!
If we are not here to give and receive.
And to believe,
That is why we are here.
Then why do some deny others the gifts...
They have been given to collect,
But they elect...
Just to let sit to do nothing with?
As things they witness dust and rust...
Providing them an emptiness.
With a faith they must keep trusted.
And an absence of their happiness,
Allowing themselves to be burdened...
With feelings to fulfill,
An unadmitted insignificance...
Enclosing within them,
As they pretend to hush this alone...
Condoning.
In a silent crush!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Gifts of Life and Pollution
Nature's gifts are sunny beaches,
Nature's gifts are rocky mountains,
Nature's gifts are vast oceans,
Nature's gifts are the tranquil colors in the rainbow,
Nature's gifts are rain forests,
Nature's gift is life.
Our gifts are oceans filled with toxins,
Our gifts are global warming,
Our gifts are deserted forests,
Our gifts are killed animals,
Our gifts are serious diseases,
Our gift is pollution.
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We Each Have Gifts To Us Given
We each have gifts to us given.
God condones alone,
And blesses us with.
They can be shared,
But not transferred...
As if to bargain.
For something else preferred.
Some choose to dismiss those gifts,
For a seeking to find,
Something of value to define.
But everyone is blessed,
With a treasure chest.
And uncovering that to discover,
Is in one's frame of mind.
To eventually appreciate!
And for many this might take time.
With an unwinding that takes patience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Blind To Recognize
Too blind to recognize.
No one really knew,
Who they saw on a regular basis.
And this was not encouraged,
To be expected to accept.
Yet discussing other people,
Was what they did best.
Too blind to recognize.
Too blind to recognize.
Disrespecting was all they knew.
And this they did with a full effect.
No one knew who did what.
Or who had experiences to share,
That would provide benefits all would get.
So no one saw to see to receive opportunities,
They would meet but too blind to recognize.
Too blind to recognize,
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Too blind to recognize,
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Just too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize...
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize.
Too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize...
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Too blind to recognize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before Christmas Eve
Just because a bit of snow is falling.
Doesn't mean you'll get a gift for Christmas.
You should want to be the giver,
And deliver this...
Before Christmas Eve.
Just because your mood is good.
And got gifts 'getting' in your vision!
You should be on a mission,
Telling those loved you're pleased.
By wanting to share some joy and spice.
And giving them that appetite.
To share with other folks,
What it is they like.
With a bit of showing gratefulness,
Day and night...
This will bestow good deeds.
And done in pure love and peace.
Just because a bit of snow is falling.
Doesn't mean you'll get a gift for Christmas.
You should want to be the giver,
And deliver this...
Before Christmas Eve.
With a bit of showing gratefulness,
Day and night...
This will bestow good deeds.
And done in pure love and peace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Creator Is My Manager
I admit...
There are gifts and talents,
I was born with.
I never had desires to 'be'.
I just 'was'.
And took what I had for granted.
At one time I really did this.
I've been asked where I've studied.
And who has mentored me.
My response has always been The Creator.
To which then I get looks of disbelief.
And as I age and 'try' to mellow,
Others suggest I could be rich...
If I did 'this' and 'that' with my talents and gifts.
But things and bling and money it seems...
Has never attracted my consciousness.
If this happens to come to me as my Creator's wish,
Then by all means...
Those things will come to pay me a visit.
But thankful I am and tremendously blessed.
My Creator is my manager.
And I know what for me is best.
Perhaps my Creator,
Believes what I've been given is priceless.
And I have been nourishing myself,
With the feeding on delusions.
Whatever my Creator proposes,
Is the path I follow not to oppose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Gift
His spirit is His special gift,
He gives to you and me.
When you receive and embrace it,
All His other gifts you'll see.
But you have to seek to find it,
You won't receive if you don't ask.
Then you will then see through spiritual eyes,
Not through your man made mask.
There are people in this world,
You may like or you may not.
Each have their gifts to offer
But God's gifts just can't be bought.
So often we seek man made gifts,
That benefit ourselves.
But once we get what we want,
We store it on our shelves.
And as they sit and gather dust,
We look for our next fix.
We take our eyes off the real prize,
It's one of Satan's greatest tricks.
So when your old, and your life is done,
Do you think that you will say?
I'm happy I made a life of wealth,
And pushed those I loved away.
So listen to this simple truth,
And see what life's about.
It will take a great leap of faith,
But you'll love how it turns out.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Sensations
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one,
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation is bliss.
Especially when time is not mine to define!
I am here to accomplish.
I am here to succeed.
I am not here to stunt my growth...
Like some I see drifting,
As if tumbleweeds!
Always 'here' it appears.
And my purpose is clear,
As I reach to do my best!
Feeling blessed and tested,
On the path I walk...
Sometimes I am faulted,
But never do I think to halt!
Or rest,
To contemplate burdens,
Laid upon my chest!
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one...
Teased by temptations that come.
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
Those who find they must stay on the run!
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation...
Is my bliss,
That anoints me with sensations that fit!
With an understanding,
Of why I am allowed to be here.
To exist as I do...
Knowing the 'who' of me like this!
And with God beside me,
To assist me through!
Being here in the now...
Is the mood I choose!
I am always 'here'...
With God close to me near!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gifts Of Faith
GIFTS OF FAITH
Melvin banggollay
GIFTS OF FAITH gives
G-uidance to lead a Christian life
I-nspiration to live a moral life
F-ondness to share our own life
T-ruthfulness to set us free from lies
S-trength of faith that never fade or die
O-pen mindedness to see God's plan
F-ormidable spirit to become God's man.
F-airness and justice to all creation
A-ct fo humility with strong conviction
I-deal principles to do our own mission
T-ransformation to a life full of devotion
H-ealing of sins by Christ intervention.
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How Do You Use Your Gifts?
I'm using my blessings and faith,
To create identifiable miracles.
And you?
How do you use your gifts?
In the begging of stuff?
That others have?
By using their own,
Faith kept persisted.
And what they have manage to materialize,
Makes you jealous and mad?
Your selfishness is pathetic!
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
In the begging of stuff?
That others have?
By using their own,
Faith kept persisted.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Merry Christmas Strait To You
Its christmas time
I see the lines of people everywhere
Tryin to pick out the gifts
That show how much they care
It makes me wish that I could see my friends
On christmas day
And fill my list with lots of gifts
But I can only say
[chorus]
Here comes a merry chritmas strait to you
I hope it cheers you up when you are down and feelin blue
Right or wrong Ill sing my song
And you will know just who
Sings a merry christmas strait to you
Theres lot of ways to share the days
Of christmas with your friends
A christmas card, a tree that stars
And gifts that make you grin
Id like to share this song with everyone who came our way
Without a doubt the fires not out
It burns for you today
[chorus]
Here comes a merry christmas
And to all who might of missed us
A very merry christmas strait to you
song performed by by George Strait
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Flavor Fed That Feeds Defeating
Gifts you were given are gone.
What did you do that was wrong.
Did you sit with your gifts to drift...
In a mind where they didn't stay long!
Gifts you were given are gone.
What did you do that was wrong.
Did you sit with your gifts to drift...
In a mind where they didn't stay long!
Your eyes are looking all around on the ground,
To find yourself with meaning...
And something you discover that fits.
But nothing that you pick seems of benefit!
Your eyes are looking all around to be found,
As someone to be lifted and praised.
And saved from stress you labor!
With a flavor of life you savor and crave.
Gifts you were given are gone.
What did you do that was wrong.
Did you sit with your gifts to drift...
In a mind where they didn't stay long!
Gifts you were given are gone.
And now just stress you labor.
Gifts you were given are gone.
And this is life you savor.
Gifts you were given are gone.
And now just stress you labor.
Gifts you were given are gone.
And this is life you savor.
A flavor fed that feeds defeating!
Gifts you were given are gone.
And now just stress you labor.
Gifts you were given are gone.
And this is life you savor.
A flavor fed that feeds defeating!
You don't want to miss a beating.
You don't want to miss a beating.
You don't want to miss a beating.
A flavor fed that feeds defeating!
You don't want to miss a beating.
You don't want to miss a beating.
You don't want to miss a beating.
A flavor fed that feeds defeating!
Gifts you were given are gone.
You don't want to miss a beating.
What did you do that was wrong.
You don't want to miss a beating.
Did you sit with your gifts to drift...
In a mind where they didn't stay long!
You don't want to miss a beating.
You don't want to miss a beating.
You don't want to miss a beating.
A flavor fed that feeds defeating!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Gear
It is easy for some to move in one gear.
To play it safe and cosmetic.
For purposes not to stir up dust.
Or attract attention...
To early forms of deception.
While enhancing a well maneuvered advancement.
To smolder and smooze,
With an unknown hoodwinking set to entrance.
The slicker and sly the plot...
The better.
Creative theft is not original.
Theft is theft!
But those who move in this low gear,
Can not produce and deceive at the same time.
The quality and lustre of their lies,
Leaves nothing creative about their input!
They are in one gear.
And it takes a while to notice it.
However...
Those who have?
Have been quickly dismissed.
And slandered to keep them from profit.
They were of genuine deeds,
That could not be plagiarized by those shallow!
So those who remain shallow...
Remain shallow.
And it shows that is all they know.
Moving slow in one gear.
To prove...?
To prove something insignificant,
To someone who was foolish enough to pay the price....
To observe the redundancy,
In its stagnant commitment achieved.
Giving people what they accept.
Not what they want or can get...
In this,
One gear delivered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unlimited
I know You are 'there' My Father.
A countless number of times,
You have answered my prayers.
Even when I had been lost,
And wrapped up in my own discomforts.
I felt Your presence.
I know You are 'there' My Father.
Through challenges and my obstacles faced.
When I stumbled and laid where I fell...
Feeling disgraced.
You held me close.
And Your love I felt so dear!
In You I trust to know my heart and soul.
I know You are 'there' My Father,
I do.
Wherever Thou art I am here,
With You near!
I know You are 'there' My Father.
And everywhere I see and observe,
The magnificent gifts You alone give.
I just wish my mission,
Was as equally as timeless sometimes.
And unlimited.
Even though I know too well,
All the time...
I am already so blessed.
And also grateful to know I can show it,
When I visit You in prayer...
Loyal and devoted!
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Too Late For Merry Christmas?
Is it too late for Merry Christmas, too late for the greatest of Gifts?
Is God’s greatest offer limited to, a holiday known to me and you?
Some have Christmas in July, the reason for it, do you know why?
Is Christmas a day Christ was born, a day today, many just scorn?
Can’t we celebrate all year long, Christ with hearts filled with song?
Christmas for obvious reason, comes around for only one season,
And our Christmas as the holiday, with the tree, gets packed away,
But Christ throughout all the year, through His Spirit is always here.
Christmas is just a reminder for, a world trying to dismiss our Lord,
Where many don’t know who He is, while they relish receiving gifts,
When Christmas is over for them, we go on with Christ, as a friend,
Who is with us all year through, to offer God’s Gift to men like you.
So this day and all year through, this happy greeting I’ll say to you,
Merry Christmas and I’m not late, giving you words to contemplate.
Not too late to share with one, greetings in the name of God’s Son,
Who came not to make a holiday, but be for all God’s Narrow Way.
It’s never too late at all for me, to greet you in the power of Calvary,
Where Christmas was truly sealed; and all become spiritually healed,
Point Christmas to Calvary’s Cross; God’s Gift to the spiritually lost,
Away from all Christmas has become, and back to God’s Only Son.
(Copyright ©01/2008)
Stung By Ego
They all lay claims
On talents they have.
As if to aim their comments,
Towards someone believed
To be ego driven mad.
But anyone who is blessed
With gifts.
Understand that God
Wants them to work the ones
They have been blessed with.
To sit around and just make claims...
Only proves and displays a laziness gained.
And anyone who is not stung by ego...
Knows this sometimes,
Is not only heaven but most times hell!
As others who have visions of fame...
Are asleep to awaken,
With talents and gifts 'they' may know
Worthy of showing to produce to tell.
But seem to have less time to apply them,
And more time to find flourishing lies that swell...
Their heads!
With embellishment to relish,
Instead!
As they raise their lips in conceit,
To flap well!
As they prop up their feet,
In front of a TV.
Sitting their behinds on spreading seats,
To snack and eat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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December
It’s with trepidation and mixed emotions that I arrive here.
It’s a month of giving, but means loss of another year.
Another year that has expired as I celebrate the holidays.
I cherish society’s true gifts and lament its hollow ways.
Its true gifts are the freedoms for which so many have died.
Hollow ways are by a few who have cheated and lied.
Best of all are the gifts of being with dear family and friends,
Good wishes, hugs and kisses with the love that this sends.
I’ll cleanse my mind so that the only things I’ll remember
Are future positives nurtured by this joyous December.
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Existing As I Do!
I exist as I do,
To observe the perfection of God.
The magnificent detail,
Each season brings.
The purpose of bees...
Birds and trees.
Snow and grass.
The fish and all the animals...
With separate yet connecting tasks.
And all that God has created.
I am not here to change or debate...
With an offered opinion.
God is good!
God is great!
The Master is fantastic.
And my wish is to please,
His will.
At one time,
I felt I should restrict my dreams.
It seemed my wishes I should limit.
Until I visited the treasures of God's many gifts.
I now have my dreams back.
And intact they are.
Existing as I do...
To observe the perfection of God.
And I am a part of it,
With an approved acceptance...
From the rain that falls from cloudy skies.
The awesomeness of thunder heard.
The lightening flashes before my eyes.
And I am here to witness,
All that God is.
Existing as I do!
God is good!
God is great!
And I could not awaken each day,
Without expressing my gratefulness.
This I will never be too selfish to admit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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