A Prayer For Pain's Passing - And A Reply
'Lord help me, as I verily bind wounds and endeavor
To push past this pain, from which I want sever;
As though a thorusand death have been my penance-
For crimes committed against me, and in contravenance
Of all that is righteous, and in keeping with jurisprudence;
I want for much more than mere condolence-
I want not for vengeance, but long-sought redress,
For emotional and physical scars, and years living under duress! '
To which He made reply: 'My long-suffering, yet, devout Son,
You long for answers to vexatious queries, and I have each one.
The pain from which you need to make part
Shall meet its cease, as I have begun, verily, to impart
A solution that shall soon make itself known-
To include an enlightened Cherub I have already shown!
Though I made known to the world, your heart's fragility,
I shall also endeavor hence to prove its repeat no longer a possibility!
What I have meant to be your's, shall be, I assure;
What seems to be unnecessarily punitive, is proof of intentions pure;
I should not want for suffering, without recompense,
Just as I should not want for undue faith or reverence!
You, my faithful Son, are Your Heavenly Father's vessel-
To show the world how unfettered faith meets its fulfill! '
poem by Maurice Harris
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Pope John Paul II (A Biography Poem Sequence-2)
Faith of the Millennial Pope:
To him, his faith and God were prime –
‘Man needs God’s help in every clime.’
A Godless world would never thrive;
The Almighty was man’s sole (soul’s) drive!
His heart with faith queries aflame,
The Shepherd didn’t put sheep to blame
His faith to him was much real –
Panacea that could all heal.
The God of goodness yearned to love
The man, He made and to him prove,
That without Him, no man could live,
And God would graces amply give.
He went across the globe often
To meet his sheep, to hearts soften;
He raised queries of faith candid,
And gave answers to them lucid.
Goodness of man all came from God;
The evil-hearted face His rod;
The human race would not exist,
If God was not first in man’s list.
Man’s connection with transcendent
Made life meaningful and was meant
To help man live a better life,
Amidst a world of increased strife.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-01-2009
poem by John Celes
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Throughout The Pain
Drowning in these tears I've cried
Hoping that it would drown out the pain
But instead I crawled through the pain
Ran through the storms
Hid all the pain inside of myself
Cause I knew no one else would ever understand
I was right they didn't understand
Not the pain I was feeling
Worse than a deep cut
Broken into and ripped apart
No one knew how torn up I was
How shattered I was inside
No one even knew it at all
Can't even describe the pain I was feeling
But here I am still
Still alive after I've tried to die
I can't say I'm pain free cause I'm not
I can say that most of the pain is gone
And that all in all I'm doing okay
I'm doing alright all things considering
This road I've traveled on was long and rough
These storms I've faced along the way
The scars upon me I made
It was all well worth it cause I learned a lot throughout the pain
Throughout the pain I made it
Still shattered I don't think I will ever find all the pieces
But I'm still here through the long suffering of pain
I made it throughout the pain and made it through the storms
January 24,2009
poem by Espn Chick
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A Purposeful Lesson, From A Painful Past
I lament the fact that I do not miss my dearly-departed Dad,
Nor may I see as real, the relationship that we once had:
My Father was not the man he purported to be;
It is only now, long after his demise, that I am able to see
The man I thought I knew, for who he truly was.
What is past is prologue, yet not for me, because
Though many years have past, I still wonder what was real.
My heart aches for what this association was allowed to steal,
Both from me and those I hold in the highest esteem.
Oh, how I wish that it were only a bad dream,
But I am not so fortuitous as to see its end-
My present is not one my past could portend.
I am not my Father's keeper, nor am I to blame
For anything that he once did-so, why then the shame! ?
He was but a fiend with which I share a last name,
Yet, it is not my purpose, nor surely my aim,
To cast aspersions at the man from whence I came,
Merely to markedly point out that we are not one and the same.
I can no more help my connection to him as I can my logical mind,
Yet this diaspora spreads and I may never leave it behind!
I have ardently prayed for refuge from this horrible curse,
Yet my prayers have gone unanswered, and the guilt, gotten worse!
I only wish to awaken to a world where ignorance is no longer-
A world where time heals all, and I am allowed to become stronger
For all that I have had to endure, for all I have overcome,
Yet my mind will not allow riddance to be paid to these cumbersome
Burdens I feel deep in my soul because of who my Father was.
I should not be made to suffer for what my Father does,
Just as no man should be held to account for acts of another,
I should not be made to recompense for those of a Father
I never really knew-whose shameful ruse was hidden from me.
This exorcision is needed, to ensure this curse is ridden, from me
And all those that I hold dear, for they have suffered too!
The world must see not only what I have suffered through,
But that my suffering was not in vain-it was surely not His intention
To inflict such pain without purpose; His Intervention
Is rife with lessons for all the world to see.
Lessons in the way He intends for the world to be:
Where His children demonstrate love, understanding, and compassion
For each other-without bias and prejudice-and without ration!
This must be the lesson that He wished to be taught to me
And the way He believes the world ought to be-
Otherwise my penance was all in vain,
And the world truly is insane!
-Maurice Harris,19 June 2012
poem by Maurice Harris
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Just a little Faith...
Just a little faith can light your path
When everything seems dark,
Just a faith can push you forward
To achieve a higher mark..
Just a little faith can move a mountain
From its place
Just a little faith can assure you that
Life's challenges you CAN face..
Just a little faith can give you the courage
To reach your dream
Just a little faith can restore you confidence
and self esteem
Just a little faith can allow you to soar
Above the sky
Just a little faith can make you never give up,
and try, try and try, ,
Just a little faith can pull you up,
From rock bottom, straight to the top
Just a little faith can make a dying person
Once more alive
In a world which treats us as though we're nothing,
Just a little faith can make us SURVIVE........
Bless! !
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Unchained Heart
I begged a wish, emboldened by my heart's intuition;
I shall endeavor every day to ensure it meets with fruition.
Each day when I awaken, and each night before before I sleep,
I pray that one day I may see keep,
The promise I made to my very own heart;
I want for every day, the impart
Of the jollity now asked to bide
For a time when I may follow faith's guide.
Come what may, come what might,
I shall wish thusly again, tonight.
If a dream's eventualization were measured by only desire,
I would sikerly be already engulfed in the unquenchable fire
That is embodied by a want others shall ne'er know-
Epitomized by a love that my unchained heart shall e'er show!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Its A Possibility
This song was first released on the one world album. it is the only album it has been released on.
For all the times that youve wondered why
The world turned out this way
And all of the times that youve asked yourself
About the games that people play
About the politics of hunger
And the politics of need
How the politics of power
Seem to be the politics of greed
For all of the times that youve struggled in an effort
To work your way back upstream
And all of the times youve held on to it
When most of us had lost the dream
And for all of the ones who have walked with you
By your side or way back home
Maybe much more than any of us
You know that no one is really alone
Because the heart is still a hunter
Its like a beacon in the night
And though the heart is just a lover
Its never afraid to fight
We are fighting for more than survival
We are working for more than peace
We are giving ourselves to each other
Making sure all injustice is will someday cease
You can take a look around you
And you can see how far weve come
All the separate parts
All the hundreds of hearts
That are beating together as one
Its a possibility
For many tomorrows
Its a possibility
Of a world to be made for everyone
Its a possibility
No more suffering and sorrow
Its a possibility
Its in everyone
Its a possibility
For many tomorrows
Its a possibility
Of a world to be made for everyone
Its a possibility
No more suffering and no more sorrow
Its a possibility
Its in everyone
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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The Grace Of God
It is but for the Grace of God I pen this-
Not so very long ago, I was asked to begin this
Life anew-as though one of His Children, reborn;
Now, I am Blessed with proof, which doth adorn
Mine own, once-ceased, fragile heart;
I know this to be His way to impart
To me and the rest of the world entire, a message:
As for hope, faith, and love-He is the last vestige
Of all that is pure and good in this world-
In His own image, mine shall e'er be unfurled
For all to see, as means by which to recompense this wondrous gift
Of new-found life, now and ever causal to the uplift
Of mine heart, mind, and inspired soul;
I know not if I've accomplished same, yet, this is my goal!
It is but through the Grace of God, and God alone
That I possess the very strength I do now own;
Prescience of same hath been gifted to all
Since the day when I nearly answered His Call
To come Home, at long last, to be among
His other Children, where I belong;
I was not ready; my presence was not then needed-
Though His Call I would have gladly heeded.
His purpose was to ready me for what is to come,
So that when all seemed to be lost, I would not succumb
To weakness and despair when I need be strong-
Nor to impatience, where the road is long.
'Thank You Heavenly Father, for the love You saw to provide;
For the Strength You gifted; for how You saw to decide
That I was so very important that You would guide me-
Not from above, in back, or in front-but beside me! '
-Maurice Harris,19 March 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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God Spoke To Me Today
God spoke to me today, and said:
'Perhaps you wonder My Child, why you were once dead:
Upon the day where I caused that you died,
I wanted to impart to you, the import of Pride,
And ensure you and the world, entire
Knew, in no uncertain terms, it has always been My Desire
To use you, one of My Most Belov'd,
To show all around you-in all ways-Love;
All that you were lacking at the time of your death,
Right up to the point where you took your erstwhile last breath-
Was enough Humility to properly prepare for your Path;
Now, Beloved Child of Mine, thou hath
All that is needed, to share your Gift with the world-
Now, YOUR Most Beloved, may come to see all that I Unfurled,
For you both, as a Most Favored Couple;
I know Child, the Path has been less than subtle,
Yet, henceforth, the Path I have Divined
Will be shown to all, and you and She will be Combined
For all Eternity-first on Earth, then with Me;
You may inquire: 'Father, how may this be? '-
To which I shall Proffer Providence, as Proof
To all who now, or ever, remain aloof,
As to what My Path for you, and all YOU Love Most-
THIS is MY Truth-only I, The Most Gracious Host,
May Pre-Determine, or otherwise make to be,
All that IS, and SHALL BE-nay sayers only take, from Me-
Their OWN Faith, NOT Mine, in You-
You have suffered long and much; I Gift You now, all You are due-
For YOUR Faith in Me, an in each other;
You covet Her as a Sister, and She covets Thee, as a Brother;
Through each of your travails, though separate
You each were-all was made through Me, ameliorate-
For you each, as o'er many Earthly years;
As you become more as One, through all the tears-
Despite all the trepidation, despite all the fears,
You each must now hold-MY Kingdom cheers
Both of You on this Divine Path, now Proffered to Thee;
Obligation is owed to each other, for Your Faith and Fortitude;
Share with each other, this Humble Gratitude-
And as You have thusly, give Glory also, to Me! '
poem by Maurice Harris
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This life I lead,
This life I lead,
This life is upon me,
In all the pain,
I can feel that suffering,
In my hurt and pain,
Observe that faith is the making,
Realise all that we are taught,
Observe the truth from the lie,
This is the house of hopes,
All that I do,
I finally realised truth,
Truth by conscience and faith,
I saw that you meant to heal me,
Finally I realised that my struggle was not in vein,
Make me the Official thought,
That in all my struggles,
Iam never attacked anymore,
Sincerely you gave me food,
That I can never starve anymore,
Building my conscience,
You gave me no limits in all my faith,
Since you meant to release me,
From all the pain within my soul,
Make me the King,
In all that is to be done,
You really meant to save me,
Make me observe that word by faith
Without limits,
I saw that great anointing within me,
That in all my struggles,
Iam not attacked anymore,
This is the soldier’s story,
That all I do on earth,
Will make me see the beauty of truth
My life is all dynamic by faith,
Understanding is the faith,
Knowledge is the Kingdom of the truth.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Others' Faith Inspires Me
OTHERS' FAITH INSPIRES ME
Others' faith inspires me
And makes me check my own
When I see their leaps of faith
While I just tag along
Great to be one of the crowd
When others' faith I see
Reminds me of how great our God
The one who died for me
He still does work in lives of men
Who know Him not as Saviour
He has a plan unfolding for
Those in His special favour
Without faith, impossible to please
Who made us creature's such
Praise the Lord who loves us so
He loves us very much
No problem is so great that He
Can never find the answer
He has the perfect solution
From Him to you He'll transfer
His ear's atuned to broken heart's
The Father hears their cry
And swift attends to recompense
Them for their call on High
With great pleasure, He meets the need
Of each one gone astray
He sent His Shepherd on ahead
To show the sheep the Way
Don't think too trivial or light a thing
That He our God would care
But bring to Him, yes everthing
Bring to Him in prayer
Boldly make your petition
While at the throne of Grace
Abundantly He'll pour out Mercy
As there you seek His face
God loves, to show Himself
Strong on your behalf
Give Him the chance He wants to have
To be your Rod and Staff
He your Shepherd, You shall not want
But in green pasture's lay
Beside still water's listening too
The voice who leads your way
Take hope my friend take faith
And in taking faith you'll see
The God who asks you to believe
Will give you faith to see!
Copyright Gary James Smith
February 20th 2009 @ 4.15 p.m.
poem by Gary James Smith
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Why Heavenly Father?
'Why Heavenly Father? ', I continue to ask,
As I revel in the Glory of His Benificent Acts,
Which now profoundly affect so many, as well as me;
Though no one can possibly know as well as He,
The Path that now unfurls for the world to see-
I KNOW the Truth that He will make, to be!
All around, whether far afield or nigh,
Shall revel in His Amazing Strength, as do I;
'Why with me, do You, this Covenant, make? '
Why are ALL my hopes and dreams here, to take
From wondrous aspiration, to be made so very REAL?
Why may I, all Your Divine Providence, feel? '
He answers: 'All you have ever even thought or dreamed
Is not only fastly being made REAL-it seemed
Too Good to be True, yet IT is, I assure you-
I have made these prayers to be True
And Gifted same because I have tremendous Faith in you:
To Love, Provide, Bless, and surely to Endure too! '
poem by Maurice Harris
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My Heart Is Resting, O My Lord
My heart is resting, O my God—
I will give thanks and sing;
My heart is at the secret source
Of every precious thing.
Now the frail vessel Thou hast made
No hand but Thine shall fill—
For the waters of the Earth have failed,
And I am thirsty still.
I thirst for springs of heavenly life,
And here all day they rise—
I seek the treasure of Thy love,
And close at hand it lies.
And a new song is in my mouth
To long loved music set—
Glory to Thee for all the grace
I have not tasted yet.
Glory to Thee for strength withheld,
For want and weakness known—
And the fear that sends me to Thy breast
For what is most my own.
I have a heritage of joy
That yet I must not see;
But the hand that bled to make it mine
Is keeping it for me.
There is a certainty of love
That sets my heart at rest—
A calm assurance for today
That to be poor is best—
A prayer reposing on His truth
Who hath made all things mine,
That draws my captive will to Him,
And makes it one with Thine.
I will give thanks for suffering now,
For want and toil and loss—
For the death that sin makes hard and slow,
Upon my Savior’s cross—
Thanks for the little spring of love
That gives me strength to say,
If they will leave me part in Him,
Let all things pass away.
Sometimes I long for promised bliss,
But it will not come too late—
And the songs of patient spirits rise
From the place wherein I wait;
While in the faith that makes no haste
My soul has time to see
A kneeling host of Thy redeemed,
In fellowship with me.
There is a multitude around
Responsive to my prayer;
I hear the voice of my desire
Resounding everywhere.
But the earnest of eternal joy,
In every prayer I trace;
I see the glory of the Lord:
On every chastened face.
How oft, in still communion known,
Those spirits have been sent
To share the travail of my soul,
Or show me what it meant!
And I long to do some work of love
No spoiling hand could touch,
For the poor and suffering of Thy flock
Who comfort me so much.
But the yearning thought is mingled now
With the thankful song I sing;
For Thy people know the secret source
Of every precious thing.
The heart that ministers for Thee
In Thy own work will rest;
And the subject spirit of a child
Can serve Thy children best.
Mine be the reverent, listening love,
That waits all day on Thee,
With the service of a watchful heart
Which no one else can see—
The faith that, in a hidden way
No other eye may know,
Finds all its daily work prepared,
And loves to have it so.
My heart is resting, O my God,
My heart is in Thy care—
I hear the voice of joy and health
Resounding everywhere.
“Thou art my portion,” saith my soul,
Ten thousand voices say,
And the music of their glad Amen,
Will never die away.
poem by Anna Laetitia Waring
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Faith Is Dead
“What should I say?
Since Faith is dead”
Sir Thomas Wyatt penned,
Before five century
It is still true...After so long...
To repeat... ‘Faith is dead’...;
Faith is dead
In many hearts...
In many minds
Although many pretend
They are faithful
What they show
Is grey though
You feel it...
As the days run
Start avoiding those spirits
To repeat... “Faith is Dead”
Faith in some, still exist
So...pray...wait...view
To say, 'Faith is alive'
Thus...will abide...
Serenade In Faith
Continue...
poem by Sylva Portoian
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What Is It
What is it my angel,
What is it that you fear?
You keep looking over your shoulder
Like you're runnin' from the years
What makes you slow to love me?
What made you not trust my kiss?
You keep trying to forget about something,
What is it my dear?
What makes you weep so much darlin'?
What made you shed your tears?
You keep hiding from the world,
Like you are afraid it will smell your fears.
Whatever it is that plagues you,
Whatever pain that you have seen
tell it all to me,
Give your troubles to me.
I am here for you forever
Or for how ever long you need me.
So tell me what ails your heart,
and i promise to make it better.
poem by Faith Franklin
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You And I
All the man I am
You are the reason for me, you help me understand
Ill be your shelter from the rain that never ends
Girl, youve always got a friend in me
All the love we had
I shouldve known our love was older than the past
Throwing my life away on songs I never heard
Just the speaking of a special word
I made you die inside but you loved me
And dont believe the world
No, the world cant give us paradise
When you make your love to me
Til I just could not see the light
As long as I got you
As long as I got me
As long as we got you and I
I wont let you down
No better love will be there when you turn around
Ill be living for you till the ocean turns to sand
There will never be any man
Could love you just the way that I love you....
So dont believe the world
No the world cant give us paradise
In the eye within the storm
When I just could not make it through the night
As long as I got you
As long as I got me
As long as we got you and I
So dont believe the world
No the world cant give us paradise
In the eye within the storm
When I just could not make it through the night
As long as I got you
As long as I got me
As long as we got you and I
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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My Pathkeeper
If I chose to listen to what man had to say
Elvis would be still living today
The world would be flat
And that would be that
For my answers I have to pray
Only Jesus knows the way
How many times has man
Filled me with hope
When everything failed
Then I had to cope
With the fallout from their advice
But Jesus, He paid the price
Because of the cross
We all have been freed
For He cleansed the soil
And he planted the seed
The choices I make
Will only then show
If the seed will die or grow
We will reap just what we sow
My life was so empty,
But He filled it up
A great leap of faith,
Then I drank from His cup
Then the sun, it shone in,
From darkness to light
The lamb that was soiled
Now pure, clean and white
For years in my life
I only could mock
He makes me need
To be a part of his flock
I will no longer stray
I'll dispose of my pride
With You I will stay
I will stand by Your side
Thank you for Your mercy
Thank you for Your Grace
Because of Your will
I am back in the race
I fell off the path
But You made me rise
You show me the world
Through different eyes
So now I can see
I'm not blind anymore
From the destructive storm
You pulled me ashore
My vessel You guided
My hand You held tight
You never let go
You showed me Your fight
For Your plan is so perfect
Your plan is so sweet
Because of Your love
You make me complete.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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As Long As I
When the heart and brain cease to function
I will no longer exist,
but as long as I am living
I will do the thing I love to do.
As long as I have arms
I can give a hug when needed.
As long as I have legs
I can walk that extra mile.
As long as I have eyes
I can see the beauty around me.
As long as I have a brain
I can think of may things.
As long I have fingers
I can write down what I think.
As long as I have a tongue.
I will tell the world of my dreams.
As long as I have a heart
I can and will live and love.
As Long as I have you
my world is complete.
21 October 2010
poem by David Harris
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A letter 2 my Mom
Mom I love u and always will
it hurts me to see you suffering in pain,
and struggling to breath each day.
Mom you may not be perfect
but I love you
even if u make mistakes
I will always love you,
we are all human and thats what I love.
Mom we have gone through a lot together,
but you were always there for me
and I was always there for you
but u never gave up on me
and thats why I love you Mom.
Mom I know I treated you bad at times
and I was a jerk to you
but you always forgave me
and thats why I love you Mom.
Mom I remember the day when you were diagnosed with cancer
and I took you to all your chemo and radiation treatments
it hurt me so much to see you so sick but I always stuck by your side
no matter what it took even if it meant that I had to miss school for you
and I want you to always know that I love you Mom.
Mom now that you are gone
I will never forget you cuz you are always in my heart
im sorry you had to suffer for so long but at least you are at peace now
with all the pain and suffering
I love you Mom and always will! ! !
I LOVE YOU MOM FOR EVER AND EVER! ! ! !
poem by Chrissy Tatro
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I Long
I long to be safe, in the arms of an Angel-
Far away from here, in her loving solace.
Perhaps I can simply close my eyes, and, well-
Go there, wheresoever she may posit.
I long to be 'better'-to feel whole again;
Perhaps I may be able to rebuild
A once-amazing man-but, where do I begin?
I may only endeavor as God has willed.
I long to feel loved, as I know I may;
Perhaps I may never know, yet shall endeavor
Still the same-as 'never' I cannot say.
As is now though, my heart's glee is as it has never
Been before, and surely never shall again-
Until the morrow, when doubled all again!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Where Did You Sleep?
You pushed away your rocking chair
Your seven years of living
Choose to think it over, you could try
You held beauty on your knee
You felt you were so giving
You made one feel special, then goodbye
Now tell me where did you go?
A long way from me
Was it someone I know?
Search your soul
A long way from me
'Cos I need to know, how far you'd go
Where did you sleep?
Tell me who's gonna show
It's so in you're nature
To keep your face well hidden
Make a fox feel proud, you're so sly
Cannot play this game
My heart's tired, are we sinking?
You made me once feel special, say goodbye
Now tell me where did you go?
A long way from me
Was it someone I know?
Search your soul
A long way from me
'Cos I need to know, how far you'd go
Where did you sleep?
Tell me who's gonna show
INSTRUMENTAL
So push away you're rocking chair
That seven years of giving
No time to think it over, so don't try
Now tell me where did you go?
A long way from me
Was it someone I know?
Search your soul
A long way from me
'Cos I need to know, how far you'd go
Where did you sleep?
Tell me who's gonna show
Now tell me where did you go?
A long way from me
Was it someone I know?
Search your soul
A long way from me
'Cos I need to know, how far you'd go
Where did you sleep?
Tell me who's gonna show
Where did you sleep last night?
Where did you sleep last night?
song performed by by Texas
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