This Has Been Distorted
Don't 'ask' that your sorrows be removed from you.
Demand that they be removed!
Don't look at your obstacles as if they are impossible.
Remove them from your mind.
Or they will stay.
Believing you want it that way!
If you believe you are here to suffer...
Why complain about it.
As if this was a gift from God.
You 'are' a gift from God!
You are.
You are a part of the Oneness God is!
The Kingdom that is His 'is' yours!
You've been told this.
Don't 'ask' that your sorrows be removed from you.
Demand that they be removed!
Don't look at your obstacles as if they are impossible.
Remove them from your mind.
Or they will stay.
Believing you want it that way!
If you believe you are here to suffer...
Why complain about it.
As if this was a gift from God.
And this is not God's wish!
Somewhere, somehow in your mind...
This has been distorted.
You allowed your faith to be aborted!
The Earth, Moon and Sun...
All belong to the One.
How and 'why' and WHEN...
Did you allow your separateness to begin?
If you believe you are here to suffer...
Why complain about it.
As if this was a gift from God.
What else in your life is faked?
If you say you love God...
Why can't you accept God as your Lover?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No One Can Separate Us Ever
You know I love You...
And would never place anything else,
Above You!
YOU are My Father,
I am Your son.
Without question...
Those doubts have gone from me.
Eternity with You is my destiny!
I view Your creations with eyes opened,
And cleared of delusions that once sat
Upon my troubled mind!
I know Your power...
And it would be senseless to believe,
I am not part of it!
All the time with me You visit!
When I sit masquerading with things to impress...
I know I have distanced You from me,
And that leads to my duress...
As I make attempts to surpress,
With depression on a heavy chest!
That once kept me stressed,
To defeat my very best...
Attracting woes and unhappiness!
YOU are My Father,
I am Your son.
Without question...
And without hesitation,
I know I can come to You, My Father
To demand obstacles on my path be removed!
I want to prove my faith with every step I take.
I am here on this Earth to do Your will!
I've emptied myself of evil deeds of others...
And druthers they have,
They would love to see me fulfill!
I'm not having that tax me...
Like the strife of daily living,
Or witnessing others who live unforgiving.
YOU are My Father,
I am Your son.
Without question...
And without doubt,
I know You are there...
To help remove all sorrows or 'bouts'
Of struggles I fight that might incite my despair!
I am too aware You are there,
And everywhere I cast shadows!
YOU are My Father,
I am Your son.
Without question...
And no one can separate us,
Ever!
You know I love You...
And would never place anything else,
Above You!
YOU are My Father,
I am Your son.
Without question...
Those doubts have gone from me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life's A Gift
Life’s a gift for you to send
Life’s a gift for god to end
Life’s a gift now you’re with me
Life’s a gift for all to see
Life’s a gift when love is true
Life’s a gift when times look blue
Life’s a gift with the one you trust
Life’s a gift even if UN just
Life’s a gift a ray of sun
Life’s a gift though your heads held to a gun
Life’s a gift when its handed on a tray
Life’s a gift even though it’s always on display
Life’s a gift it’s hard to understand how
Life’s a gift so take advantage of it now
poem by SharonAnn Dawson
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We Are Not Removed
The oceans roars its fear to us,
But we are not removed.
The wind beats its fear to us,
But we are not removed.
The earth shakes its fear to us,
But we are not removed.
The people scream their fear to us,
But we are not removed.
Ocean, wind, earth, and people
May try to strike us down
But evermore shall we endure-
For we are not removed!
poem by Heather Delhom
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A Gift From Me To You
I am sending you all
a gift for Christmas.
The gift isn’t big at all,
but when it blossoms,
it is the biggest gift of all.
It comes with love and hugs
that are just for you to keep
for a rainy day
to chase the blues away.
You won’t see the gift
as it is invisible to see,
but you will know its there
and everyone will see.
You see the gift
I am giving you for Christmas
is something from the heart.
It is too big
to fit in any box.
The gift is the gift of friendship,
the most precious treasure
I can give,
it comes from a loving heart
for as long as I may live.
So please accept my gift
as it comes from me to you.
poem by David Harris
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When You Pick the Ticks Off Monkeys
Your love for monkeys,
Leaves a lump right here...
In my throat!
And I get so emotional,
When you swing from branch to tree branch...
On a vine,
Swinging...
Like one who has swung on a rope!
And when you pick ticks...
From another monkey's fur?
I get teary eyed...
Just watching what occurs!
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.
Your love for monkeys,
Leaves a lump right here...
In my throat!
And I get so emotional,
When you swing from branch to tree branch...
On a vine,
Swinging...
Like one who has swung on a rope!
And when you pick ticks...
From another monkey's fur?
I get teary eyed...
Just watching what occurs!
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove thst itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.
Can you do this even faster?
And remove that itch!
Can you do this even faster?
And remove that itch!
Can you do this even faster?
And remove that itch!
And remove that itch!
And remove that itch,
Every bit!
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You removed the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You removed the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You removed the itch.
You removed the itch.
You removed that itch...
From the tick inflicted monkeys!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remove These Obstacles
Remove these obstacles,
I have now on my path.
I wish to attract happiness...
With a peace of mind,
Coming to find me at last!
I refuse to submit,
To disappointments and hardships.
That past I dismiss with a resistance to conflicts.
And detailed to welcome that,
As a fact of life made for me legit!
Remove I will burdens carried on my back!
I am choosing not to identify,
Confrontations on my path...
I must endure all my life!
I refuse to submit,
To disappointments and hardships.
That past I once lived,
I now dismiss!
Remove these obstacles,
From my mind.
Where I've encouraged their nourishment,
And given them reason to exist!
Remove these obstacles!
Remove them...
I insist!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Would Not Exist!
Who put that there?
'They did.'
They 'who'?
'Them.'
Them 'Who'?
'Those who wanted it there.'
Then why are you complaining?
'I don't want it there.
It's in my way.'
Then why don't you get rid of it?
'It's none of my business.'
Then 'they' or 'them' aren't the only ones...
Seeking to have it stay the way it is!
If you did not welcome it,
It would not exist!
And that is the reason there are many conflicts.
People have grown tired of accepting 'that'...
Which for them they wish removed.
And 'them' and 'those' who put it there...
Are being shown their actions are not approved.
So you have had it your way.
By having nothing to do with it!
And you are not alone.
There are many who sit,
Complain and moan!
'And 'where' are you going? '
I am not agonizing my life!
I have chosen to live it.
And 'they' or 'them'...
Are not a part of my vision!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Choice, Will Heaven Complain?
If heaven will complain
I don't know,
Endowed so much i am.
My many talents and outfits
Passions me in confusion
Stirring me to see as destiny.
But talent i know is not destiny
Talent, gift of nature nurtured by environ
Destiny, gift of nature nurtured by divinity.
Hands can thwart talent, but
The tick tack of clock even stop
Can't thwart destiny
No matter the weather.
It is inborn, you, yourself, yoursoul.
I don't care if family complain
For my choice,
But i don't know
If heaven will complain.
poem by Mcanthony C. Nwatu
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A True Gift to God
Love for humanity,
is true gift to GOD.
save environment,
is true gift to GOD.
always speaks the truth,
is true gift to GOD.
having no lust for money,
is true gift to GOD.
bounty love,
is true gift to GOD.
no discrimination,
is true gift to GOD,
be honest what you are doing,
is true gift to GOD.
be polite to others,
is true gift to GOD.
help others,
is TRULY TRULY a true gift to GOD.
poem by Suniya Garg
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Refiner's Fire
Logic has no answers
For such inequality-
Why do good men suffer?
Just a painful reality.
The righteous suffer so,
While the bad remain untouched,
The reasons we don't know
Why we suffer things so much.
To put my mind at ease,
In my prayer He gave me
A glimpse of His masterpiece
A purpose there to see.
'Pain will purify thee
With water of Affliction,
And the bread of Adversity,
Will teach you life's direction.
These came with the fall of man
But they prune you for the best,
Just trust with all you can
And you'll soon pass the test.
All your dross will be removed
When you pass the Refiner's Fire,
And your goodness will be proved
For My Will you will desire.'
When I pass the fire I suffer
But He is in the furnace with me
And I love Him more than ever,
Love as gold as eternity.
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'....but we also rejoice in our sufferings,
because we know that suffering produces perseverance;
perseverance, character; and character, hope.'
Romans 5: 3
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
April 19,2009
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Gift Of Faith
All this pain surrounding me; hopelessness is all that I see now
Does it have to be this way?
Brought up on hypocrisy
The seeds they sow dont last forever
They just fade away...
Dont be confused by the lies of the fools and deceivers
Hope and believe in the things that we need to survive
We can make it if wed only take the gift of faith
We can change it if wed just accept the gift of faith
Take away my dignity
Take away my hope and my freedom
You got a world full of rage
Dont cover me with apathy
Dont buy and sell what I believe in
Dont lock me in a cage
In a world where no ones alone, trust should come easily
Just reach out your hand, and Ill give you mine.
We can make it if wed only take the gift of faith
We can change it if wed just accept the gift of faith
Dont be confused by the lies of the fools and deceivers
Hope and believe in the things that we need to survive
We can make if if wed only take the gift of faith
We can change it if wed just accept the gift of faith
We can make if if wed only take the gift of faith
Its yours to choose but only fools refuse the gift of faith.
song performed by by Toto
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You Are Great
Sweet lady day…
On my mind you stay…
My intimate whispers, resonate within…
Your spirit…
For days after…
O' how GOD must…trust mankind…
To let mankind share in this gift known as…
Woman…Truly a gift from God…
Woman- imagine Adam and Eve…?
Not making love…I just can't…
To touch woman…before and after…
Is just a thrill…to real…
An awakening…toward her beauty…And sensitivity…
Her self-respect…
It all pulls at man…
He knows you are queen…his queen…
The gift…his gift…
The woman…his woman…
And he will never forget…
Never…that you have a mind of your own…
Which enhance many things…
Like him in your dreams…
A smile from within…that is such a thrill…
Which brings about a warm chill…
An a after…smile…
Which last all day…
Whisperkwane@gmail.
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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This I Affirm
Please bestow upon me,
The abundance I wish...
To be left at my doorstep,
Now.
Not tomorrow.
I have yet to touch that dawn that comes.
And remove those shadows of grief,
That would have me believe I cast them!
Send them back to attach,
To whomever and where they came.
Strap that fast to their backs.
Open the door!
And release my mind from its limitation!
This I affirm!
This...
I demand!
If I am here to do Your will,
This...
You will see as done for me!
And with my faith You will be,
Eternally believed.
This I affirm.
As Your gifts I receive.
In a gratefulness,
That keeps me knowing I am Yours to bless.
Remove those obstacles off my path.
And away from my doorsteps.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What A Gift
What a Christmas present for us, all who in Christ have their trust,
What a gift for both you and me, to be transported up to eternity,
When in the twinkling of an eye, we shall be lifted up into the sky,
Up in the clouds, to see our Lord, to see the Gift we long adored.
Far from the gift under the tree, wrapped for passing eyes to see,
It is that One Gift provided by, The Lord God, who reigns on high,
And it was He, who paid the cost, when we were all spiritually lost,
That Gift too, was His sacrifice, paying for sinners, sin’s full price.
All we had to do was to accept, His Gift, that cancels all our debt,
When we simply accept by faith, His Gift available to all by Grace,
For sin’s price, we couldn’t pay, so God, provided for man a way,
Through The Gift of His Son, which today is available to everyone.
Sin’s debt we all have incurred, by living opposed to God’s Word,
While living out this life in sin, as God’s enemy, indifferent to Him,
Separated from The Lord above, yet, He was moved by His Love,
To send all men God’s Gift of Life, through His Son, Jesus Christ.
He is The Gift that we long for, to be in His presence forevermore,
The tree with tinsel we won’t miss, when we enter into eternal bliss,
As we’re snatched into the clouds, to meet Christ, in Holy Crowds,
To see our Savior face to face, God’s only Gift wrapped in Grace.
One That Was Not Sought
A gift is given...
Without an ego displayed,
By the giver attached.
The receiver of the gift...
Believing there to be more,
To this giving...
Than something as simple,
As that!
And...
The gift given is given back.
With sarcastic remarks...
And other unnecessary verbal attacks.
The giver of the gift,
Although offended by this...
Keeps a head straight on shoulders.
And makes only forward steps.
With a lesson learned...
And not a temper to display,
The gift giver never shows a disappointment.
Or has a thing to say.
Knowing that a wisdom,
Came as a surprise lesson taught.
From a teacher in disguise.
And from one that was not sought.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What I Am Is God’s Gift, What I Become Is My Gift To God
WHAT I AM IS GOD’S GIFT, WHAT I BECOME IS MY GIFT TO GOD
What I am is God’s gift, what I become is my gift to God tells us that our own body and the life that breath in our body is God’s precious gift to us but what this body can become and what sense or impact of our being as a person to others and to God is our gift to the Almighty. Our own body and life is our own gift from God on the day of our creation from womb till we joined this world to become what we want to mirror in this journey of life. God has given us all the provisions to live and all the faculties we need to grow as a person. He gave us a body strong enough to withstand trials of life like illness, sorrows and pains to keep us not so much fragile to anything that we can paint our own journey in this life. No doubt the life we breath is indeed God’s most precious gift to all of us. Precious than anything like glittering gold or diamonds. Our life is really beyond compare being the ultimate reasons God had created this world and the very reason why He gave his only begotten Son to secure and protect such gift to all of us. Truly, our own life is our gift from God but what we become as a person is our gift in return to God.
What we wanted to become in the eyes of men and God is our gift in return to such noble and precious gift of life we had from God. Our body is the temple of God’s Kingdom when we let our soul glitter like diamond upon the eyes of God if sense of righteousness lives within every breath we take as we deal with other people and so with God. It is how we used this body as an instrument to fulfill our own mission in this life through our own vocation, work or services we take is our gift to God. Everything we do in this life in the service to other people and to God is our own gift to the Almighty. Everything we do to the temple of God’s Kingdom, our body, determines the impact of our sense of being as a person in the eyes of God and men. Truly, if we wanted to be looked upon as a glittering diamond in the yes of God and men, we must live in righteousness upholding all the fundamental truth and wisdom of God as we relate with other people and as we serve with prudence sharing our life and services to others.
Our own sense of being, purpose or mission through our various ways, vocations or services is the way how we return our gratitude and appreciation to our gift of life from God. The way how we share our own life to give life and light to others is our gift to God. Make this life then shine for others and to God for it is our own little way of returning the favor of God’s grace and love to us.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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Comprehension...Or Torment
No one knows,
When we suffer.
Or how it is we suffer,
When suffering comes and is done...
By anyone
No one knows the extent of it.
How deep what is felt.
And when those sorrows visit to sit.
Although folks give advice and instructions.
With sections of pamphlets,
To read by professionals.
To emphasize their recommendations,
Underlined in 'red'.
Suggestions researched...
To read and ease our minds,
Before going to bed!
Hopefully not to stay awake...
To pace the floor instead.
No one knows,
When we suffer.
Or how it is we suffer,
When suffering comes and is done...
By anyone.
When suffering comes.
And alone it is done!
And listening to someone say to us to pray...
Is not a cure all or remedy,
That takes our suffering to numb quickly away.
But...
Pray we must,
And trust...
That those burdens carried,
Will be lifted up and away from us.
Knowing in our hearts...
God watches and will do His part!
No one knows,
When we suffer.
Or how it is we suffer,
When suffering comes and is done....
By anyone.
When suffering comes.
And alone it is done!
So it seems.
Only God knows how to heal and mend!
Only God knows when to send our sufferings away.
And many times with faith...
God intervenes.
Before the suffering has had a chance,
To arrive on the scene.
Depending on what it is we wish to choose.
Comprehension...
Or torment,
With unquestioned agony!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Gift of Faith
It is said, “Faith is a gift from above,
God-given to those who believe”.
In fact, Faith is to all mankind given,
But for some it remains hidden
In the recesses of the mind
Until they seek it and find
That it is, indeed, God-given.
Faith is often discovered
After some anguish and doubt;
But whichever way is followed
That way is lit by its light.
No one has gone astray
Who sought to find a way
To uncover a gift so great.
But how does one make a start,
And seek a gift hidden from sight,
When there are no signs to mark
A way where all around is dark?
Here is a useful suggestion:
Take the highway of persuasion,
Never the by-way of refutation,
Don’t deride the Faith of another,
Nor dismiss Faith altogether,
Never cease from seeking,
Or ever despair of finding
The goal of your search,
The gift within your reach.
poem by Isam Hussain
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Utilitarians
You mislead me into believing that I am invited to this
Wedding party, I do not demand that i be furnished a copy of the wedding invitation
With my name on it, trusting you that the invitation is true,
So when I handed my gift to the bride and the groom
their
Eyes ask for my name and well,
thank me for the gift
When the truth is you are only interested for the free
Ride that I have given
for all three of you, liars!
the bride and groom do not even know my name
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Gift Of Love
Here in this sighlent night
Now all the world is right
As if we'sundenley been giving
A gift of love
A gift of love
Warm as the fire glow
Soft as the falling snow
A pre..... micael we live in
This wonder of a gift of love
Night falls
At this coldest time of the year
Love calls
Here where I love you so
Now as our blessings grow
We shear the greatest gift we'll ever know
A gift of love
A gift of love
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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