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With a Claim They Have Faith

Those that do not stand up to the plate...
Yet in remarks berate the ones who continually do,
Are those locked in boxes refusing to initiate motivation.
With a claim they have faith.
But somehow it is used to pass judgement on others.
And they congregate on Sunday with those who do the same.
In the name of...
'Something' that is kept defended that keeps them limited!

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Stand in Faith

Stand in faith
Even when you can't see your way
Stand in faith
Even when you feel like you can't face another day
Stand in faith
Even when the tears want to flow from your eyes
Stand in faith
Knowing that our God will always provide
Stand in faith
Even when you feel that all hope is gone
Stand in faith
Knowing that He is always there for you to lean on
Stand in faith
Even when you feel like giving up
Stand in faith
Because He is there... saying, 'Just look up'
Stand in faith
Even in those times you feel so all alone
Stand in faith
Hold on and be strong, for He is still on the throne
Stand in faith
Even when it's hard to believe
Stand in Faith
Knowing that He can change your situation, suddenly
Stand in faith
Even in those times you feel it's hard to pray
Stand in faith
And believe that He has already made the way
Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen
So stand in faith
Because you already have the victory!

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The Judgement Seat Of Christ

What will be your fate
for eternity
on the Day of Judgement? 2 Peter 3: 1-7.

Judgement

“He that exercises faith in him
is not to be judged.
He that does not exercise faith

has been judged already,
because he has not
exercised faith

in the name of
the only-begotten
Son of God.” John 3: 18.

The Judgement Seat Of Christ

“For we must all
be made manifest
before the judgement seat
of the Christ,

that each one
may get his award
for the things done
through the body,

according to the things
he has practiced,
whether it is
good or vile.” 2 Corinthians 5: 10.

As we sow, so shall we reap.

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Full of Promises

People who claim to have faith
And hide behind fears...
Are so hypocritical,
With each excuse made I hear!
They will convince with sincerety,
How strong their convictions are.
But they wont step up to the plate...
Unless they are riding in an armored car!
And people like that with issues on their back...
Seem to be full of promises,
And conflicts prepared to share!
As they subtract facts...
From a mind they've created
To preceive life as abstract!
With that kind of faith kept...
Where they expect to get,
Has to be 'thisclose' to nowhere!
With judgements to pass,
As they prepare to adopt more frets to inspect!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Well, it was sunday, bloody sunday when the shot the people there.
The cries of thirteen martyrs filled the free derry air.
Is there anyone amongst you dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding when they nailed the coffin lids!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Well, you claim to be majority, well, you know that its a lie.
Youre really a minority on this sweet emerald isle.
When stormont bans our marches, theyve got a lot to learn,
Internment is no answer, its those mothers turn to burn.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Hey! yeah!
Yeah!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
All you anglo pigs and scotties sent to colonise the north,
You wave your bloody union jacks and you know what its worth.
How dare you hold to ransom a people proud and free?
Keep ireland to the irish, put the english back to sea!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Hey, hey, hey!
Alright!
Ooh -
Yeah!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Well, its always bloody sunday in the concentration camps.
Keep falls road free forever from the bloody british hands.
Repatriate to britain all of you who call it home,
Leave ireland to the irish not for london or for rome.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday.

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Sunday, Bloody Sunday

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It Was Seen Coming

It was seen coming.
Yes it was.
Yet...
Many did choose,
To hide their tools used.
With reactions so cool and smooth.
Wanting not to be the fools accused.
So a refusing they did do,
To appear with their dictating superiors.

It was seen coming.
Oh yes it was.
An undoing stunning.
Yet...
Many did choose,
To hide their tools used.
With reactions so cool and smooth.
Wanting not to be the fools accused.
So a refusing they did do,
To appear with their dictating superiors.

They kept their trapped boxes locked.
Hoping what they started would stop the clock.
Taking off shoes and socks to sneak...
Down all hall corridors,
With a slipping past those...
Snoring with eyes closed.
Even when they were opened...
Impressively dressed thieves,
Came through and exited when they pleased.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Refusing To Self Examine

I know this may be disappointing,
But we can not be anyone else.
We are here to be ourselves.
With little time to pass judgement on others.
But time is spent in the doing of it,
As if on a mission.

And that is why most of us become disappointed.
With a refusing to self examine our own blemishes.
Instead of sneaking to peek over someone else's fence,
To evaluate if in the doing of this...
We leave with a feeling to be or not to be impressed,
Without addressing or own activities.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When You Last Visited

With the wearing of emblems and symbols,
To declare a faith and belief to profess...
They've been saved and they show this has been addressed.
And the many who do this believe they've been released,
From creating to initiate chaos and confusion...
In their minds they keep affirmed until the seeking is reached.

And the ones not affiliated,
To designate themselves followers of a denomination claimed...
Are often solicited with a nitpicking them into guilt and shame,
For expressing their choice to stay away from hypocrites...
Found to gather in numbers to congregate their hidden ills,
As if to pray away the decadence and filth within them instilled.

'But you can not have a true relationship with God,
If you keep yourself separated from the church.'

~I find that odd...
That a bird, tree, blade of grass or any animal I pass,
Seem to exist without conflict.
And those who sit with their issues and conflicts,
Are more disturbed but quick to defend...
A teaching of The Word they do not listen to comprehend.~

'You are a heathen and you are going straight to hell.'

~Gee!
That sounds frightening.
But tell me this since you are experienced.~

'What's that? '

~When you last visited,
Was it really as hot as you remembered it? ~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do Not, Berate...Yourself!

Be not dismayed about your setbacks.
Or your lack of control when they seem to latch.
Avoid any re-enactments,
That attempt to saddle.

Clean the slate.
Do not, berate...yourself!

Be not dismayed about your setbacks.
Or your lack of control...
When those setbacks take hold,
To ride and latch to attach.
Say no!

Why do this,
Then renew it!
Say no...
Let them go.

Refuse to have any of that.
Get those setbacks right off your back.
Decide you are not that easy ride.
Avoid any re-enactments.
That may come to saddle.
To sap and zap your well earned pride!

Remember...
There is a dignity you pride,
Invested.
You can, if wished...
Push that pride and dignity aside.
But you should dismiss this...
If you wish,
Those setbacks not to ride...
For the rest of your life!

Can you imagine...
Being further burdened,
By those freeloaders?

Do not, berate...yourself!
In a gimmick over mimicked,
With a scolding loathed.

Why do this,
Then renew it!

Do not, berate...yourself!
In a gimmick over mimicked,
With a scolding loathed.

Remember this...
There is a dignity you pride,
That has been invested.
Say No...
To that ride!

Clean the slate.
Do not, berate...yourself!

Why do this,
Then renew it!
To boo and hoo.

Do not, berate...yourself!
Why do this,
Then renew it!
To boo and hoo...

THEN renew.

Do not, berate...yourself!
No...no...no.
Do not, berate...yourself!
No...no...no.
Do not, berate...yourself!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A New Era Has Arrived

A new era has arrived
And yet those addicted
To long lasting habits
Are refusing to accept or move
From those times changed

And those who say
They are of strong faith with beliefs
Are the very same people
Who stand in the way
With attempts to block
This progress that proceeds.

A new era has arrived
And yet those addicted
To long lasting habits
Are refusing to accept or move
From those times changed

And
With a stubbornness they are convinced
If they demand with a protesting that commands
'Everything' for them will remain the same
Even if they take matters in their ignorant hands
As if particles of dust
Refusing to be blown away by wind

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only The Ones Who Continually Count Their Blessings

Why is it when one is young,
Aging is something believed...
No one wants to get done.

I've had my share of bouts with doubts.
Praying my advancing age...
Would not be so obvious.
Or in public be announced,
To be shouted out.
As I made attempts not to appear,
Like I was not experiencing a mid-life crisis.

But,
I've earned this.
I had to awaken to admit it!
I've EARN THIS!
Every bit of it and proud.

I have managed to do some things I dared.
With challenges and obstacles,
To prove a faith had pulled me through...
Mucho grief!
With just some of it shared.
Not all.
I don't want to scare the few people I know,
Away!
There's already been an acceptance,
Of my mentioned dysfunctions.
Why blow it on a 'show and tell' demonstration?
Some boundaries should be kept limited.
And imagined.

Why is it when one is young,
Aging is something believed...
No one wants to get done.

I use to fear aging before I understood it.
Only the ones who continually count their blessings,
Can appreciate a few aches and pains...
And associate 'that' with being grateful to feel them.

Only the ones who continually count their blessings,
Can appreciate a few aches and pains...
And associate 'that' with being grateful to feel them.

And I'll keep that repeated to myself,
As a reminder.
Sometimes this self motivation business,
Does get old and tired.
But a blessing to live to get done.

You never know who's listening,
When confessions are being made.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Many Others Now Have Done It

Run...
As if you're going to get something done.

'But I'm in need of motivation.
Something to inspire to initiate.'

Run...
Can't you pretend like the others have done?

'No...
I just can't charade any poses.
To do it with no where to go.'

Run...
Why can't you masquerade?

'Too many others have done it.
And there's nothing yet they've done to prove,
But...
Run away!

Too many others have done it.
And they've...
Run away!
Too many others have done it.
And in...
Masquerade
Too many others have done it.
And they've...
Run away!

Run...
As if you're going to get something done.

'But I'm in need of motivation.
Something to inspire to initiate.'

Run...
Can't you pretend like the others have done?

'No...
I can't just charade any poses.
To do it with no where to go.'

Run...
Why can't you masquerade?

'Too many others now have done it.
And there's nothing yet they've done to prove,
But...
Run away!

Too many others now have done it.
And they've...
Run away!
Too many others now have done it.
And in...
Masquerade
Too many others now have done it.
And they've...
Run away!
Too many others now have done it.
Too many others now have done it.
And I'm...
Not that way!
Too many others now have done it.
And I'm...
Not that way!
Too many others now have done it,
Just to...
Run.

Too many others now have done it,
Just to...
Run.

Too many others now have done it,
Just to...
Run away.
To come back wishing they'd stayed.

Too many others now have done it,
Just to...
Come back wishing they'd stayed.

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Motivation

Love isn’t any motivation
Wealth isn’t any motivation
Health isn’t any motivation
Create not more confusion

Inspiration and motivation is a pair
Imagination follows and is near
Near enough to make you desire
Near enough to make you crave instead of tire

Like the nutrients that enhance the growth of a plant
Motivation is the force from your self within
The invisible voice urging you to win
Motivation is when you make it routine
To implement actions to show you are keen

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Cup Of Wonder

May I make my fond excuses
For the lateness of the hour,
But we accept your invitation, and we bring you beltanes flower.
For the may day is the great day, sung along the old straight track.
And those who ancient lines did lay
Will heed the song that calls them back.
Pass the word and pass the lady, pass the plate to all who hunger.
Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the cup of crimson wonder.
Ask the green man where he comes from, ask the cup that fills with red.
Ask the old grey standing stones that show the sun its way to bed.
Question all as to their ways,
And learn the secrets that they hold.
Walk the lines of natures palm
Crossed with silver and with gold.
Pass the cup and pass the lady, pass the plate to all who hunger.
Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the cup of crimson wonder.
Join in black decembers sadness,
Lie in augusts welcome corn.
Stir the cup thats ever-filling
With the blood of all thats born.
But the may day is the great day, sung along the old straight track.
And those who ancient lines did lay
Will heed this song that calls them back.
Pass the word and pass the lady, pass the plate to all who hunger.
Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the cup of crimson wonder.

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Sunday Bloody Sunday

Well it was sunday bloody sunday
When they shot the people there
The cries of thirteen martyrs
Filled the free derry air
Is there any one amongst you
Dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding
When they nailed the coffin lids!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
You claim to be majority
Well you know that its a lie
Youre really a minority
On this sweet emerald isle
When stormont bans our marches
Theyve got a lot to learn
Internment is no answer
Its those mothers turn to burn!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
You anglo pigs and scotties
Sent to colonize the north
You wave your bloody union jack
And you know what its worth!
How dare you hold to ransom
A people proud and free
Keep ireland for the irish
Put the english back to sea!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Well, its always bloody sunday
In the concentration camps
Keep falls road free forever
From the bloody english hands
Repatriate to britain
All of you who call it home
Leave ireland to the irish
Not for london or for rome!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!

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Sterile sermons

An old church stands with a spired steeple
Amidst the townspeople at Fox and Main
Where the hypocrites pray for sinful souls
And clergy holds sermons that entertain.
Within this sanctuary lined with pews
And opalescent glass and glittering gold
Odoriferous breaths of morning booze
Betray inebriants among the fold.
The Sunday sermon lectures temperance
Its message they heard many times before
The spoken words make no difference
Because people don’t heed them anymore.
The pimps and sots, sinners all congregate
Buying forgiveness while passing the plate.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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Baited To Fear Everything Unknown

Being perceptive is rarely accepted,
When associating with others...
More accustomed to neglecting,
Their own thought process.
To rely upon what comes to comfort.
And is easily for them to quickly access.

Sharing insight with those less connected,
Will often initiate an unwanted debate.
To prove what is perceived not yet to be seen,
Will actually take place and on a specific date.
Especially with those who are baited to fear,
Everything unknown but claim to have faith!

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Thats Motivation

Do you hear what I hear?
Do you see what I see?
Colin, I want you to use your imagination
You wake up one morning and you ask yourself
Why am I so exciting?
What makes me dramatic?
Youre trying to say something about yourself
The dazzling crime of wisdom
You fall for reality
Youre bruised and bewildered
Then you learn to fall in love with yourself
Thats motivation
You raise yourself high
Presenting your soul
You step from the shadows
You hear the command
An image to dream
You tremble permission
Tomorrows rewards bloody skies of today
Youll step out of time
Into lifes every dream
A life of such powerful meaning
Now you has class
Now you has splash
Now you has mass motivation
Heres an image I can recommend
Heres a product you will die for
Heres a nightmare that will never end
Get you fired upp burning go oh oh
You know you got something
You know you got style
We dont take much just a little bit
Thats motivation
Welcome to the world of your dreams, colin
Where you can be what you want
Commit horrible sins
And get away with it
Lust
Gluttony
Pride
Anger
Sloth
Avarice
And jealousy
You know you got something
You know you got the style
We dont take much, but a little bit
Thats motivation
No more false illusion
Goodbye to confusion
Stand out from the madding crowd
Motivation is symphony
Symphony in style (thats motivation)
Its brilliant, original (thats motivation)
Stimulating, encouragement (thats motivation)
As precious from home (thats motivation)
So what (motivation)
Say what (motivation)
New (moti)
So (moti)
Now you has class motiv
Now you has mass motivation

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The Saintly Sin

There was a man dressed shabbily
in church in the same old pew.
He sat there piously and pretended to pray
but knew what he would do.

He waited patiently for the collection plate
to pass him in the pew.
He made the effort to stop the plate
and this is what he'd do.

He'd place a penny in the plate
and take two quarters out.
And as he left he'd smiled a lot
and you would hear him shout

Hallelujah Lord.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Without a Smidgen of Maliciousness

Like most people in the same mindset,
A belief is indoctrinated within them...
That whatever they do and wherever they go,
Their actions and deeds are 'always' correct.

With ears closed and mouths open,
A narrow mentality from them you can expect.
But don't rush to pass judgement on them.
These folks are without a smidgen of maliciousness.

Like all trained pets...
Doing nothing more nor nothing less,
Than what a limited vision accepts.
This is the existence for them that is best.

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With a Claim They Have Faith

Related quotes

Stand in Faith

The Judgement Seat Of Christ

Full of Promises

Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Sunday, Bloody Sunday

It Was Seen Coming

Refusing To Self Examine

When You Last Visited

Do Not, Berate...Yourself!

A New Era Has Arrived

Only The Ones Who Continually Count Their Blessings

Too Many Others Now Have Done It

Motivation

Cup Of Wonder

Sunday Bloody Sunday

Sterile sermons

Baited To Fear Everything Unknown

Thats Motivation

The Saintly Sin

Without a Smidgen of Maliciousness

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