With You By My Side
I can only offer my gratitude,
With a thankfulness
I do
Every day to You,
My Father.
In the only way I can.
With You by my side,
I would not have survived
Or endured...
Through transgressions
That digress me with temptations...
Fears and doubts.
Indecisions and incisions
Of self inflicting wounds.
Betraying my purpose...
With lack of patience,
To proceed and accept gloom!
You have taught me,
I have no room for that to succeed!
With You by my side I am so pleased!
You wanted me to witness...
How You would fix all of my sorrows,
If I came to You and faithfully prayed!
I have.
And obeyed.
You have shown and proven to me,
I have only to believe in You!
And Father...
I do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On His Father's Side
On his mother’s side
Born in Bethlehem
On his Father’s side
No one before him
On his mother’s side
Growing and learning
On his Father’s side
All knowledge showing
On his mother’s side
Stuck in one location
On his Father’s side
Present in every nation
On his mother’s side
He was hungry
On his Father’s side
The multitudes he did feed
On his mother’s side
At Calvary he died
On his Father’s side
He was the essence of life
On his mother’s side
Buried like other men
On his Father’s side
He rose again
On his mother’s side
Human and weak
On his Father’s side
The God of eternity.
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Thankfulness is the beginning of gratitude. Gratitude is the completion of thankfulness. Thankfulness may consist merely of words. Gratitude is shown in acts.
quote by Henri Frederic Amiel
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The Perfect Father
The Perfect Father
who accepts you
the perfect father
who protects you
The perfect father
what will you do?
but believe in him
and accept Him too
The perfect Father
who gave His life
The perfect Father
is found in Jesus Christ
The perfect Father
who knows your name
The perfect father
who will remain
The perfect Father
who lovingly guides
who wants to lead you
like a shepherd
and walk
by your side
The perfect Father
who listens and holds
The perfect Father
who gently consoles
The perfect Father
who changes you
by his Love and his kindness
and acceptance too
The perfect Father
who understands
This perfect Father
became a man
So that you could come
to personally know Him
and know there is a Father
who is out there my friend
There is a Father
who exist, your not dreaming
He's looking for you
while your searching for Him
He's found in Jesus Christ
Jesus answered, 'I am the way and the truth and the life
no one comes to the father except through me'
(The Holy Bible) John 14: 6
poem by Debbie Bennett
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God Is...My Audience
God is...my audience!
If my Father is pleased...
No applause do I need,
He has a way to make that known!
I am shown.
And this alone excites me.
I do not seek any other approval.
Or standing ovations.
With looks of adulation sought.
To appease an ego I need to feed.
My mind is satisfied,
When 'something' inside...
Let's me know,
My Father is right there...
By my side.
And 'if' my Father should get upset...
He does not stop loving me.
Or burden me with regrets.
And teased I am not,
By what is outside of me!
My identity I do not hide.
There is a pride God helps me grow!
If God accepts...
I can endure the dejection that may stun some.
And any rejection directed towards me,
I will take and overcome.
God is...my audience!
And I am very thankful,
He has allowed my performance!
For what it is that is done in His honor!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My heavenly Father
My heavenly Father, I just want to thank you.
As the sunrise to proclaim the dawning of another day,
I lift my humble cry heavenward to you.
God, I thank you for blessing me in an unimaginable way.
My heavenly Father, I just want to thank you.
In spite of my many sins and numerous transgressions,
I must realize that I am blessed by you.
Through them, You taught me some valuable lessons.
My heavenly Father, I just want to thank you.
As the sunshine cascade down upon my awakening frame,
I just want to thank you, my heavenly Father.
One more day, I can rise to sing praises to your Name.
My heavenly Father, I just want to thank you.
I am divinely blessed to be in the land of the living.
I truly thank you, my heavenly Father.
I am blessed to be alive because my sins are forgiven.
poem by Reginald Walker
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Father, Son
Father, son
Locked as one
In this empty room
Spine against spine
Yours against mine
Till the warmth comes through
Remember the breakwaters down by the waves
I first found my courage
Knowing daddy could save
I could hold back the tide
With my dad by my side
Dogs, plows and bows
We move through each pose
Struggling in our seperate ways
Mantras and hymns
Unfolding limbs
Looking for release through the pain
And the yogi's eyes are open
Looking up above
He too is dreaming of his daddy's love
With his dad by his side
Got his dad by his side
Can you recall
How you took me to school
We couldn't talk much at all
It's been so many years
And now these tears
Guess I'm still a child
Out on the moors
We take a pause
See how far we have come
You're moving quite slow
How far can we go
Father and son
With my dad by my side
With my dad by my side
Got my dad by my side
With me
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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In The Image Of God
Thunder deep within me roars.
Sometimes charged,
From a brain electrified.
To nourish within this Universe.
And tears to cleanse from my eyes,
Do drop.
To expose Sunlight...
Coming to remove clouds,
Experienced within my despondent heart.
Equipped to feel,
An array of emotions witnessed.
Radiant some days I gleam.
But like the shifting of seasons...
Those moods do appear.
Some with fears yet most are not!
I am in the image of God!
This I know.
Since God himself...
Said this was so.
And I know this to be true.
Since this Earth, the Sun,
Moon and Stars...
Also reflect a part of who we are too!
And if God should choose to stop their existence...
We,
Well...
There would not be a WE!
To amuse God with our mischief!
And I have not been given that power,
To debate with God.
Or try to isolate my fate,
In my demands to God...
For a more perfect creation!
I accept 'this' My Father!
And will continue to express my gratitude!
My Father is much too much,
For me to make attempts...
To comprehend!
I just want to keep My Father pleased.
That's it!
Those who are self righteous...
They're on their own 'trip'!
Speaking in tongues.
And those hypocrites quoting scriptures.
'And 'you'?
You are here to do what?
Pass judgements? '
Oh no!
No no no...Father.
I was just...
Sharing an opinion!
'And I thought you came to Me,
To have prayer? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Father Of Night
Father of night, father of day,
Father, who taketh the darkness away,
Father, who teacheth the bird to fly,
Builder of rainbows up in the sky,
Father of loneliness and pain,
Father of love and father of rain.
Father of day, father of night,
Father of black, father of white,
Father, who build the mountain so high,
Who shapeth the cloud up in the sky,
Father of time, father of dreams,
Father, who turneth the rivers and streams.
Father of grain, father of wheat,
Father of cold and father of heat,
Father of air and father of trees,
Who dwells in our hearts and our memories,
Father of minutes, father of days,
Father of whom we most solemnly praise.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Dead Relationship
what is this relationship with a dead father
what are these offerings to a dead father
what is this for?
whom is it for?
a duty or a right what for?
what the son had to offer a needy LIVING father.....
no one knew....there was no witness
what the son has offered to a dead father....
every one knew....there was quite a crowd to witness
the last right was a perfect performance
a perfect performance and that's what it was
to pacify the soul of the dead father
a perfect performance...out of fear
the SON would continue to perform this every year....
out of FEAR
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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The Best Dad In The World
My Father is a man of pride
Who often takes a swig, whenever he is down?
But despite all that
He still the best father in the world
Whenever he came from work
He'd cook and do our meals
He taught us how to clean a house
And how to make our beds
He taught us how to laugh and cry
And not be shy in front of eggs
He only ever smacked us
When we were bad, and had no ears
But still he's the best dad in the world
My father is a man of pride
Who takes no crap from any man?
He may be quite as a mouse
But when he speaks he brings down the house
Because he's a story telling man
He's a caring man
Who's endured the worst throughout the years?
At his own hands drinking his beers
But even after all that
He's still the best father in the world
Because without his hand in my life
I would not be who I am
So I say thank you
BECASUE HE IS THE BEST DAD IN THE WORLD
poem by Kaila George
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Did You Really Make Me, Me
Dear God,
You said you could take my doubts
I'm sorry I'm not filled with love an adoration right now
But this is what I think, I know you'd want me to be honest
So this is what I'm really wondering, so answer me
Dear God,
Did you really make me, me?
God you gave me eyes to see
God you gave me every hair on head
God you gave me life and now I'm not dead
You said you gave me all the gifts I had
For the longest time
I scorned these gifts saying I had none, not even this rhyme
But you're my loving Father, God you're my dad
But did you really make me me?
Dear God,
You gave me all of my gifts, so You gave me the gift to run
You gave me everything, so You gave me the motivation to run
Didn't you God?
Doesn't this mean that you gave me this desire?
I love to hike, I love each and every esplanade
Did you MAKE me to love them prior
Or did I learn to?
Did you make me with my desires, all of them, was that really You?
If it was then aren't you pleased when I run
Aren't you pleased when I do those things You made me for
Even if it makes my legs sore, my mind sore, whatever sore.
Aren't you pleased with me, pleased with your son?
Dear God,
Did You MAKE me with ALL my desires, everything I like to do
Do You bless my efforts with them too
I just don't understand why I like anything unless you made me that way
I just don't understand because what I really want to say
Right now is that I'm doubting
I'm thinking
That I gave myself these desires, but Father
Sorry to be a bother
But I cannot handle that conclusion
Tell me it's all an illusion
Tell me my desires ARE from YOU
Because if they're not, I don't know what I'd do
I'd question everything that I do
I might even start to question You too
I wouldn't know my purpose or if I should run
If I should spend hours in the sun
If I should play video games or eat ramen
If I should ride my bike
If I should go out and hike
This is way too much of a strain
I cannot bear this burden of worrying about what to do
So please tell me it's from You
Please tell me you made me to run God
God you said You can handle my doubts.... but I cant feel you right now
God I know you're there so I bow
But I'm doubting, tell me you made me Father.... Father....
Dear God,
Please promise me that you made me, me
poem by David Knox
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I'm Still My Father's Child
When I lost my father I put myself under the fatherless, but
Now I know he had to go for me to realise that
I’ve always been blessed with two fathers
When I lost my father I thought everybody you love is bound to leave
But now I know he was just here for a purpose and he had to go
For me to realise that I have a Father that will never leave nor forsake me
When I lost my father I thought it was the end of what we had, but
Now I realise that our relationship was a parable. He has to leave
For me to practice what he taught me with my eternal Father
When I lost my father I thought nobody will ever fill his space, but
He had to leave for me to know my Heavenly Father
For us to have a close relationship that we have now
When I lost my father I though God had taken him away from me, but
Now I understand that he had to go for me
To remain my Father’s child forever.
I AM MY FATHER’S CHILD
poem by Sihle KaPhila Zulu
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My Father Loves to Push Buttons
It took me a while to obey,
The will of My Father.
I wanted to have 'things'
I could touch and show.
And I was teased.
I was 'allowed' to have a few of these...
Before they were taken away.
They had to go.
I was not doing what My Father wished.
And obstacles placed on my path,
Became harder to dismiss.
I was spoiled,
And My Father knew this.
And He wanted to teach me.
And I refused to listen.
I am glad those times are gone.
I have since moved on.
With heartbreak and sorrows mending.
And I know God has to have a sense of humor!
Some of the things I had said to Him,
Were not pleasant at all.
In fact they were nasty!
But now...today,
We are extremely close.
He knows what I have been through.
And I know He is and has been always there,
For me.
And now when I hear someone,
Talking to My Father in disrespect...
I don't like it!
But...
I don't know what they are going through either.
I ask God to cut them some slack!
And I can hear Him laughing.
My Father loves to push buttons!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Prayer to You
Thank you, My Father
For all that You've done for me.
For all that you've done for me...
I thank You, My Father.
Thank you, My Father
For all that You've done for me.
For all that you've done for me...
I thank You, My Father.
Thank You...
Father, Father, Father!
Thank You...
Father, Father, Father!
Thank You...
Father, Father, Father!
For all that you've done for me.
In the early morning hours,
When I arise to greet the Sun...
I feel blessed and prepared,
With such gratefulness...
In prayer to You.
This I must do!
And when noon approaches...
No matter what I have done,
Before that time comes...
That may create a disturbance,
I did not invite nor did I make.
I find time to show it is You I appreciate.
In prayer to You.
This I must do!
Whether or not...
Thunder storms roar,
Or rain drops fall to pitter and pat.
Thank you, My Father
For all that You've done for me.
For all that you've done for me...
I thank You, My Father.
And at the oncoming of Sunset...
Not one moment do I forget,
The power of Your presence...
That showers the blessings,
From You I get!
Thank You...
Father, Father, Father!
Thank You...
Father, Father, Father!
Thank You...
Father, Father, Father!
In prayer to You.
This I must do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Another Round Of Patience
Father?
I know You have given me,
A freedom to choose.
A freedom to choose,
Whatever it is...
I have prayed to You to help me do.
And I know my decision to turn my back,
Is not the way You'd prefer me to act!
Not like that!
But Father?
I pray to You to deliver to me,
Another round of patience.
To do THY will.
Because Father, 'my' will...
Has had it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Access To God
I speak to The Father every day, through one very Glorious Way,
A way provided for you and me, to speak to the God of Eternity.
I speak to Him only through one, the Father’s only begotten Son,
Christ gained access for His own, directly to His Father’s Throne.
I have access to His Throne of Grace, at all times from any place,
An access never denied to those, who truly believe His Son rose.
A religious support, I have none, as I go through God’s Own Son,
Christ, who is my High Priest, handling concern without the yeast.
As my High Priest He intercedes, with His Father for all my needs,
Christ’s our High Priest forever, reigning with a Righteous Scepter.
Of our needs, He knows everything, ruling also as Sovereign King,
The Lamb of Glory, now Glorified, is reigning by The Father’s side.
Knowing all that Christ endured, He is our friend, not just our Lord,
Completing for all the final sacrifice; paying in full sin’s total price.
Now seated at The Father’s side, is the One who sinners crucified,
Redeeming all the world, that day, as His Father, had turned away.
God turned as Christ bore the sin, that was not at all a part of Him,
But, He bore our sin and our grief, to bring to all men Divine relief,
And changes Christ has wrought, in the hearts of those He bought,
Through all of the humble prayers, to a loving God who truly cares.
(Copyright ©12/2007)
Capistrano Beach
Origianl coastal!
At Capistrano Beach;
Ocean side,
Ocean view,
Let him witness it and let him learn from it;
Skulk, bulk!
Let her witness it and let her learn from it;
Prefect, perfect!
Let us witness it and let us learn from it;
Taught, thought!
To be trained,
to learn from it;
Leave, live!
And like the will to succeed.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Tears of Joy
Not all tears are caused by suffering and pain
Some are caused by blessings from above.
Tears of joy let others witness firsthand
How we flourish from God’s purpose and love.
Tears of joy are God’s wisdom to man
That all things good come through Him alone.
When blessings take place which transform our lives
We cry in gratitude as thankfulness is shown.
Tears of joy are Devine wealth from Heaven
Which reward all who submit to God’s will.
Tears of joy fortify our faith and trust
As we serve, disciple, honor, glorify and fulfill.
Father
Father, blessed father,
Its morning again.
I give you, father, myself, father,
Continue your plan.
I know together we can climb mountains in the sky.
No one can stop us when Im standing by your side.
Troubles knocking here again;
Ill tell him jesus has me by his hand.
Hell walk me through.
Father, loving father,
Create in me
A pure love, father, your love, father,
Instill it in me.
I remember the nights Ive cried for you;
Now I only have to die for you;
Thank you, lord, youve made it clear just for me.
I see the light;
Its burning out the night.
Oh, father,
Its morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Real Life Tale Of An Ungrateful Daughter
an ungrateful poor daughter blames her father
her mother sad died thirty-two long years ago
her mother did not choose to suffer illness die
was not mother’s fault choice to daughter leave
daughter in bitterness hate life torments father
her father worked two three jobs her education to pay
her poor father said study succeed attend university
she wanted to spend money work in Texas chicken
she married a shiftless dreamer saying play party angles
her father helped raise their two children in his home
she appreciates nothing saved not never to buy her home
she appreciates not years her family lived with her father
she appreciates not her eldest daughter her father raised
this daughter her husband accept no responsibility blame
daughter says if mother were alive life would be different
poem by Terence George Craddock
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