God Bestows With Added Obstacles
It seems as if I have lived a long life...
In defense of the right to be me.
Naïve at times...
And unafraid to admit it.
Remaining vulnerable has kept a freshness,
To my creativity!
Sometimes I pray...
'God why this insight,
You have given me! ? '
And more God bestows with added obstacles,
Just to see how I would perceive...
And receive my blessings,
With less lip!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Mine Eyes
I know my life is lit by inner light,
Exciting my insight kept bright to cling...
With a tight grasping hold,
To endure through darkness...
I sought to fight.
Day and night with faith,
I would pray for strength...
To assist the chasing away,
Of those doubts that begged me to fear.
Day and night with faith,
I would pray to remove...
Insurmountable obstacles,
I proved I could and would break through...
IF I wanted to.
And this I did to do.
With mine eyes,
I can see and perceive it.
And with mine eyes...
I am the victor.
I can succeed.
And with mine eyes,
I have received...
With belief,
I can and will achieve.
And with mine eyes,
I can see and perceive it...
I am the victor!
I can and will succeed.
Day and night with faith,
I would pray to remove...
Insurmountable obstacles,
I proved I could and would break through...
IF I wanted to.
And this I did to do.
'Cause with mine eyes,
I can see and perceive it.
I am the victor.
I can and will succeed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let Me Go To Know This
Let me go to know this 'being'.
This insight beaming within me.
Let me grow as it bestows me,
With a clarity that frees me with purpose.
With deeds I must pursue.
Like you I have my challenges.
Like you I have those dangers too!
Like you I have those fears to face.
Like you I have tasks upon my plate.
There is no shelter where I seek to hide,
To wipe falling tears from my swollen eyes.
I must step out with faith I pride.
I know that God is by my side!
Although this is the same journey...
We perceive it as different!
Yet we are passengers on the same ride.
Viewing it separately...
From sometimes open,
And sometimes asleep and shut tight eyes!
Let me go to know this 'being'.
This insight beaming within me.
Let me grow as it bestows me,
With a clarity that frees me with purpose.
With deeds I must pursue.
On this path I walk alone like you!
And those feelings we have?
We know them well too!
But not right now!
Not to admit that we do!
Let me go to know this 'being'.
This insight beaming within me.
Let me grow as it bestows me,
With a clarity that frees me with purpose.
With deeds I must pursue.
I am determined to do this!
It is inside of me.
This is also in you too!
Like you I have my challenges.
Like you I have those dangers too!
Like you I have those fears to face.
Like you I have tasks upon my plate.
There is no shelter where I seek to hide,
To wipe falling tears from my swollen eyes.
I must step out with faith I pride.
I know that God is by my side!
I am determined to do this!
It is inside of me.
This is also in you too!
But not right now!
Please...
Let me go to know this 'being'.
This insight beaming within me.
Let me grow as it bestows me,
With a clarity that frees me with purpose.
'That' someday you will come to notice...
And take speeded heed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give and You Will Receive More
Enjoy your blessings!
Each and everyone.
Those to you that have arrived.
And many more to come.
None are disguised,
To try to identify.
If you have lived your life with opened eyes...
The presence of their existence is felt.
They should not have traumatized.
Or surprised.
They come to you,
As well as to someone else.
Acknowledge them with thankfulness.
Be grateful they are yours.
Undo yourself from selfishness.
Give and you will receive more.
Enjoy your blessings!
Each and everyone.
Those to you that have arrived.
And many more to come.
Acknowledge them with thankfulness.
Give and you will receive more.
Blessings given are to be shared!
If they were not...you would have been ignored.
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From Nothing at All
I can give nothing at all to you, yet daily Lord you see me through,
Supplying all I need and more, while asking nothing from me Lord.
Although I come to you with none, abundance I receive of the Son,
Christ bestows, quite abundantly, gifts and blessings down on me.
For all good gifts are from above, in the Father’s unchanging love,
Bestowed, upon all who believe; Blessings that we simply receive.
With these gifts bestowed on us, you Lord, take us into your trust,
That we use those gifts we receive, in helping all others to believe.
I come to you, without anything; you make me a child of The King,
His child through all of eternity, and all through the gift of Calvary,
Your Only Son, Jesus Christ, offered to all freely as our Sacrifice,
One special gift offered by Grace, to the entire, sinful human race,
Blessings we receive from you Lord, will continue on forevermore,
As the gift you offered at Calvary, is a New Life in Christ Eternally,
That begins on this earthly sod, to continue on with you dear God,
For by Grace you saved my soul, to make a sinner eternally whole.
This empty soul, you have filled, with heavenly gifts, as you willed,
For your Purpose and your Plan, to reach out to every single man.
For with each gift we play a part, in reaching for you a needy heart,
With the One Gift of Salvation, offered by The God of all Creation.
(Copyright ©09/2007)
Empathetic With Sensitivities
If I had nothing to say,
It would seem to me...
There would be much more,
I could offer.
IF I had effective tunnel vision.
Being empathetic with sensitivities,
Creates obstacles that delay...
A direction I'm determined to take,
That separates my heart from my head.
And instead of remaining focused,
I am a sucker for a sob story.
And before I know it...
Someone with sympathetic eyes,
Has me caught up in their life.
If I had nothing to say,
It would seem to me...
There would be much more,
I could offer.
At least I would feel more productive,
If I was less seduced...
By those who perceive,
Their lives reduced...
By the ones that are pointed out as thoughtless.
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Accustomed To Opposition
I've grown accustomed to opposition.
As well as foolish maneuvers.
And those who object to those positions I have taken.
Nor will I apologize with regrets for those forward steps,
I chose to make that tested my faith.
And admit I do,
To the making of mistakes!
But obstacles and the fear of them,
I could not allow to slow my pace.
And those who choose to procrastinate,
With a hesitating done?
Well...
I perceive as being committed to wasting time.
And time as we live it as lived is not guaranteed to anyone,
To just sit back to see it come to leave.
I've grown accustomed to opposition.
But you know what?
I am here to participate and experience my life.
What others choose with a priority to do with their own,
I refuse to let their choices made get in my way.
I am not prone to the seeking of acceptance.
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With Wishes And Wants
As radiant and witnessed,
Is the living of life given...
Many are not perceiving this gift,
Their special blessing to awake each day...
With a gratefulness at dawn.
To appreciate the experience.
And all that is connected going on.
And as radiant as each life is,
There are those on missions...
To diminish this brightness!
With wishes and wants,
To increase their selfish feeding.
'Get up and pray,
Each day!
Get up to pray...
Each day,
That is lived.
Get up and pray.
Get up..
And pray,
Each day...
That is lived.
Get up and pray!
Get up...
And pray! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Faith Felt Deeply
And with a faith felt deeply,
Within me like nothing else...
I pray.
Everyday.
There is something unexplainable,
I know inside that connects.
Something there aware of me.
and what it should be,
Without my questioning to accept.
And with hope and not fear,
I boldly take forward steps.
I boldly face obstacles unafraid.
And with faith felt deeply,
I pray.
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I Receive
This beautiful gift You have given me...
I receive.
And grateful I am blessed,
It is yet from the peak...
Of its bloom unfolding.
I receive this breath of life You give.
I admit I am inquisitive...
To witness an obstacle that sits.
And You assist with a lift of it,
Off my path.
The faith I have,
Does not ask of You how this is done.
I receive my challenges,
In all ways they come to be wrapped.
To let me know my life...
Is full of assorted delights.
Some I may or may not like,
But they are mine.
And I receive what it is You wish for me.
In prayer everyday in the way I know I can...
I thank You.
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To His Defense
To his defense, I understand the problem that is at hand.
To his defense, I understand the turmoil behind all of this.
To his defense, you'll never live the life he has endured.
To his defense, judge, I object to the inaccuracies you are spewing forth.
Be prepared to kill two birds with one stone.
Anxiety rises about the room.
As the swine feeds on frozen hearts.
A sign of treason ascends in my thoughts.
My conscience was right, the traitor exposed.
To his defense, there must be a reason for all the things he has done.
To his defense, it could easily be a coincidence.
To his defense, look at him now.
He's happier than I'll ever become.
To his defense, theres no defense.
No toleration for betrayal.
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Lived To Witness
No longer do I awaken with questions,
To doubt yesterdays that have gone.
What benefit from this would I get,
If I allowed myself to sit...
And not appreciate each dawn,
Lived to witness that comes along.
Each moment I am given to move ahead,
I do!
And those who refuse truth to do as they choose,
Would not improve my outlook.
What will remaining fixed to reminisce prove?
I have no purpose to value or live 'today' as I exist?
No longer do I awaken with questions,
To doubt yesterdays that have gone.
What benefit from this would I get,
If I allowed myself to sit...
And not appreciate each dawn,
Lived to witness that comes along.
My purpose is to live.
Give.
And from the doing of it,
Receive blessings to me that benefit.
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The Blessings
Written by teddy gentry, randy owen, ronnie rogers, greg fowler
I satnd here lookin up at the starts tonight, how can one man have somuch in
Life
As I look around me, what a picture it paints, Im muchmore than lucky, i
Oughta give my thanks
Theres food on the table, a log on the fire, and in my womans eyes theres
Love and desire
The blessings, sent from above, oh, the blessings, a life full of love
When I look around I can see, all thats been given me, so ilift my eyes up
To the sky
I wanna give my, my, my, my, my thanks for the blessings
Sometimes I fall asleep at the end of the day and I forget to thank you, im
Ashamed to say
But as I lay m down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep
I know you can hear me here on earth, thank you for giving me more than i
Deserve
The blessings, sent from above, oh, the blessings, a life full of love
When I look around I can see, all thats been given me, so ilift my eyes up
To the sky
cause I wanna give my, my, my, my, my thanks for the blessings
Blessings, when I look around, I can see, all thats been given me
So, I lift my eyes up to the sky, cause I wanna give my, my, my, my, my
Thanks for the blessings
The blessings, oh, the blessings
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An Uncommon Reality
I never lived in your world.
I never knew what it was like.
I have no real conception, of what normality is?
I never had to take drugs to escape.
I already lived in a world of my own.
I never aimed for or earnestly sort the high life.
I lived an artistic life, of the mind of the soul,
forever separating my life, from the common life.
From the common man and the common clay.
Everything was so sharp and clearly in focus.
Everywhere I saw and heard and knew too much.
I lived upon a heightened vibration rate
an awareness; as incredibly focused intensity.
I lived with such dynamic, personal passion,
I did not know; what it was like; to be passionless.
I knew that some people lived husks of life
but I; did not fully know; what it was to be a husk.
I always had somewhere beneath adversity
which afflicted me; the redemption; of artistic insight.
I guess this explains why husks gather,
so many possessions, to prop up their lives.
Husks are so empty, they often get blown away,
by the soulless wind, generating materialistic values.
I bequeath
a sacred gift
to enhance
enrich such lives.
Come live within
spirit of creativity
one spirit almighty
our divine creator.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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Still No Insight Comes
...and you say you live with no perceptions?
Everyday.
You pray with faith and still no insight comes.
Remaining blinded by things and what opportunity means.
To you.
And what does it mean...
To you?
A blessing?
An ability to maintain the feeding of your greed?
With the need of a blessing?
As if God specializes in the satisfying of your desires!
Maybe that is why many have grown tired,
Of the leeching done by those lurching in churches.
Searching for a soul to squander.
Leaving those dens of sin behind in droves...
For something that is far more spiritually connected.
And a lot less scandal ridden with gossiped conversations.
'Lawd, chile...
You don' said a mouth full.
But I didn't hear it that way from Brother Lucious.
And he said he had heard it from Sister Smith.'
...and you say you live with no perceptions?
Everyday.
You pray with faith and still no insight comes.
Perhaps it is there...
Waiting for you to qualify it with a price tag!
Since that's your 'bag'!
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Keys To Locks
Those conditioned to perceive themselves,
With undeniable rights...
To receive even when cupboards are bare.
Are those who will never be convinced,
An accustomed abundance...
Has exhausted what has always been believed,
Would be theirs.
A taking and not sharing had been a way of life.
A selfishness fed...
Comforted them in their beds at night.
And disregarding warnings,
Times come that will not be as bright...
For them is not accepted.
Preparing for these days,
They prefer to reject!
Those conditioned to perceive themselves,
With undeniable rights...
To receive even when cupboards are bare.
Are those who will never be convinced,
An accustomed abundance...
Has exhausted what has always been believed,
Would be theirs.
Even indebted to others they owe...
Can not be digested,
In minds isolated with only a selfishness known.
Even those with traditions fixed upon a worship of greed...
Refuse to accept,
Their wishes, wants, desires and needs...
Must be removed from their customes.
Since no longer there...
Are the tricks and treats that once easily pleased.
Even indebted to others they owe...
Can not be digested,
In minds isolated with only a selfishness known.
And...
Those conditioned to perceive themselves,
With undeniable rights...
To receive even when cupboards are bare.
Demand them to be restocked...
From those they owe who have keys to locks.
Those who now...
Command the blocking that stops!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Troubled Times
Troubled times again are here.
It seems they leave, then reappear.
But that's an illusion that's not real.
For some it's always what they feel.
The ones who have no say at all,
hungry, thirsty since they were small.
Their troubled times are nothing new,
not like the ones that we're used to.
We equate these times with the price of gas
and think to ourselves 'this too shall pass.'
We equate these times to climate change
and think to ourselves it's all so strange.
What's strange my friends is how we perceive
that troubled times are just what we receive.
Troubled times are never really gone.
They come to some on each new dawn.
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You First Believed
How many times did I pray
You'd find me
How many wishes on a star
Gazing off into the dark
Dreaming I'd see your face
Safe at home unafraid
Captured in your embrace
So many times
When my heart was broken
Visions of you
Would keep me strong
You were with me all along
Guiding my every step
You are all that I am
And I'll never forget
It was you who first believed
In all that I was made to be
It was you looking in my eyes
You held my hand
And showed me life
And I've never been the same
Since you first believed
There were times
When I'd thought I'd lost you
Fearing forever was a dream
But it wasn't what it seemed
Placing your hand in mine
You could see in the dark
You were guiding my heart
It was you who first believed
In all that I was made to be
It was you looking in my eyes
You held my hand
And you showed me life
And I've never been the same
Since you first believed
How many times did I pray
You'd find me
How many wishes on a star
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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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Creativity is a great motivator because it makes people interested in what they are doing. Creativity gives hope that there can be a worthwhile idea. Creativity gives the possibility of some sort of achievement to everyone. Creativity makes life more fun and more interesting.
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But it so happens, and it will ever happen so, that they who have lived to serve their country - no matter how weak their efforts may have been - are sure to receive the thanks and blessings of its people.
quote by Thomas F. Meagher
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