God's Will
For he knows of his joy
And his glory
And still longs to belong
waiting for Christmas
the child
praying for the healing
of a loved one
the desolation of the mother
for the lost little one
the conviction and desparation
of a father who has lost his only son
Three crosses on a hill
three was a conviction (completion)
of God's will
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All to War
I lost my mother
I lost my father
I lost my brother
And lost my dreams too
I lost my friends
I lost my family
I lost my sister
And lost my will too
I lost my school
I lost my work
I lost my city
And lost my rights too
I lost my day
I lost my night
I lost my sight
And lost my morning dew
(to the soul of every victim of war)
poem by Ezekiel Johnson
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I lost
I lost my mother
I lost my father
And Ilost my will too
I lost my my house
I lost my school
I lost my happyness too
I lost my my brother
I lost my sister
I lost my frinds too
I lost my life
And I lost my world too
poem by Celine Avoudikpon
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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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The Spirit Of Christmas
The star of Bethlehem was shining
Across a Palestinian sky
The Church of the Nativity was crying
And we looked on, who can tell me why?
Where are the wise men when they're wanted?
Nowhere to be seen, like thieves in the night
The desert is drifting every closer
The world won't sleep well tonight
Where did the spirit of Christmas go?
Lost in the desert or covered in snow
Where did the spirit of Christmas go?
If you can find it, please let me know
The shepherds are in the fields sleeping
Waiting for a sign to light up the sky
Heaven is moving ever closer
The promise of a child born on high
Where did the spirit of Christmas go?
Lost in the desert or covered in snow
Where did the spirit of Christmas go?
If you can find it, please let me know
Looking for an answer that escapes me (Love set me free!)
If there is a reason let me know (Whoa!)
Drifting slow through time and space not knowing where we are
How did we ever get this far?
Where did the spirit of Christmas go?
Lost in the desert or covered in snow
Where did the spirit of Christmas go?
If you can find it, please let me know
Where did the spirit of Christmas go?
Lost in the desert or covered in snow
Where did the spirit of Christmas go?
If you can find it, please let me know
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Courage is more than standing for a firm conviction. It includes the risk of questioning that conviction.
quote by Julian Weber Gordon
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Human Judges On The Suffering Of Others
we read the same books
of the law both civil and
criminal: you end on an
acquittal and i end on a
conviction of a conviction.
we are but human judges
on the suffering of others.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cousin Bobbie
I lost you, I lost my cousin,
On that gloomy Christmas day.
The day was supposed to be full of happiness,
but instead was full of dismay.
I was so happy when I ran down stairs that Christmas morn,
And when my mother told me you had died it felt like someone
jabbed me with a thorn.
I lost you, I lost my cousin
On that Christmas day.
So tell me cousin Bobbie why do I still feel so depressed,
about your death.
poem by Angelina DeCarles
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Do You Recover?
Ask the mother
Who's lost her
Child for ever…
Ask the daughter
Who's lost her
Father for ever…
Ask the brother
Who's lost his
Sister for ever…
Ask the widower
Who's lost his
Wife for ever…
Ask the lover
Who's lost his
Beloved for ever…
Do you ever
Recover…?
They say:
Time is a great healer,
Though I'm yet to find
A healer in time…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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One Special Gift This Christmas
Sounds of Christmas carols
from little boys and girls
singing with their heart’s delight
hopping from one house
to another
a Filipino tradition
caroling with the hope
of receiving a simple Christmas blessing
to buy food on Christmas eve
in a hospital bed
lays a four month old baby
with a hole in his heart
medicines and staff holding him in suspense
this little baby boy, if he grows up
could be one of those
doing the rounds in his village
singing Christmas carols on Christmas eve
but he is still waiting
fighting for his dear life
and needs prayers and a miracle
from the healing hands of Jesus
as I prepare and celebrate
the birthday of the Christ child
on my knees with my family
we will be praying for one special gift
for Carl Steven
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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I Lost
I lost my first thought in the morning
I lost my prayer in the night
I lost the only joy of living
I lost the direction of my life
I lost what eased troubles of the day
I lost what gave weekends most pleasure
I lost what is constant in yesterdays
I lost what was to be the future
I lost confidence in my ways
I lost the swagger in my walk
I lost what parts all colors from gray
I lost whom I loved most
I lost you.
Something Stupid
I see
A child crying looking for her mother and father
Sad wail of a mother lost her baby
Children separated from their families
Husband wept bitterly lost his beloved wife
Bodies of the wounded, torn apart mercilessly
With just one finger tap then the innocent doomed by forced
I smell
The smell of death burst
Cast no reproach decay
When I saw
Submission to the biases revenge on their faces because they have lost the people who loved
That war
Minus of human civilization as a form of logic
As proof of human stupidity that simply rely on instinct alone
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Conviction Of The Heart
Where are the dreams that we once had?
This is the time to bring the back.
What were the promises caught on the tips of our tongues?
Do we forget or forgive?
Theres a whole other life waiting to be lived when...
One day were brave enough
To talk with conviction of the heart.
And down your streets Ive walked alone,
As if my feet were not my own
Such is the path I chose, doors I have opened and closed
Im tired of living this life,
Fooling myself, believing were right, when...
Ive never given love
With any conviction of the heart
One with the earth, with the sky
One with everything in life
I believe well survive
If we only try...
How long must we wait to change
This world bound in chains that we live in
To know what it is to forgive,
And be forgiven?
Its been too many years of taking now.
Isnt it time to stop somehow?
Air thats too angry to breathe, water our children cant drink
Youve heard it hundreds of times
You say your aware, believe, and you care, but...
Do you care enough
To talk with conviction of the heart?
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Bible in Poetry: Gospel of St. John (Chapter 17)
When Jesus had said this, He raised
His eyes to heav’n and said, ‘Father,
The hour has come to glorify your son,
So that, He may then, glorify You too.’
‘You gave Him authority o’er
All people so that, He may give
Eternal life to all you gave.’
‘As this is eternal life then,
They should know you, the one true God,
And one you’d sent, that’s Jesus Christ.’
‘I accomplished the work you gave,
And glorified You here on earth;
So, glorify me Father then
With all the glory I’ad before.’
‘I told your name to ones you chose
To give it to, out of the world;
They were your sheep and kept your word
They know all that I gave is yours,
Because, they accepted my words,
And truly understood I came,
From you and sent by you alone.’
‘I pray for those you’ve given me,
And not for rest ones of the world;
And everything of mine is yours,
And everything of yours is mine.’
‘I have been glorified in them;
No longer will I be on earth,
But they remain all in the world;
I come to you Holy Father,
To keep their names as one as we’re.’
‘I protected them when I should;
I guarded them and none got lost,
Except the son of destruction,
So that, scripture may be fulfilled.’
‘So now, I am coming to you;
I tell you this to share my joy;
I gave your word and world hated
Because, they do not belong there.’
‘I ask not for taking them out,
But guard them against Evil One;
Like me, they don’t belong to world;
Consecrate them in word that’s truth.’
‘Like how you sent me to the world,
I sent them into world likewise;
I pray for them and also those,
Who will believe me through their word.
So that, they may be all as one,
And they may also be in us.’
‘I’ve given all glory you gave them,
So that they may be one as we’re.
That they may be in perfection,
And you loved them as you sent me.’
‘They are your gift to me Father.
I wish that they could come with me;
So that they see my glory well;
As you loved me from former times.’
‘O Righteous Father, world knows not,
But I know you right from the start;
I’ve told them all, your name and mine;
So that your love in all remain.’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-25-2007
poem by John Celes
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What'll We Do For Christmas?
What'll we do for Christmas? A child said to her Mother,
Shall we have a christmas party, cake and ice cream too;
With lots of balloons and streamers, and a star as well,
But; the mother said, give to an orphan, a Christmas bell,
Then tell them to come for tea, tell them the Christmas story;
This is what God wants us to do, to share with our family
What'll we do for Christmas, said a boy to His father,
Can we have a holiday, and take our things I'd rather;
Buy some good things to eat, and help my grandmother,
But the father said lets invite, a poor man or lady to tea,
Shower them with kindness, as we have plenty;
This is what God wants us to do, show love from you and me.
What'll we do for Christmas said children to their teacher,
Shall we have a Christmas concert, and ask the preacher;
And invite our family, and all our friends as well too,
The teacher said 'twas a great idea, the Christmas story true;
About Mary and Joseph, and Jesus born in a stable,
But remember the story is so true, it isn't just a fable.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Infinite Love
Innocent love was within deception
Which resulted in conception
Of a child who was by her father rejected
And wrongfully denied and neglected
A wet face from the mother’s tears
As she worried how she’s going to get through the years
A little girl with her father’s face
With a broken heart and an empty space
Oh! How mother tried as hard as she could
To raise her right and do what she should
Rebellion stepped in and the girl lost respect
She was addicted to sex, and lost control of herself
She hated being home, and loved being on the streets
Seeking what was not home between the sheets
She lived carelessly doing whatever she please
But silently hoping for love; so her addiction would cease
Although she may have thought; she wasn’t alone
As the father her father she seeks was on his throne
Wherever she went he was always with her
He cherishes her more than gold or silver
One day she read psalms 136
And her father told her don’t be deceived by devilish tricks
Don’t you know how much you mean to me
My feelings for you are beyond infinity
What you are finding is not love
It’s not in front of you it’s from above
So stop being confused by lies of men
And know that true love will never end
poem by Nikiesha Richards
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The greatest happiness of life it the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
quote by Victor Hugo
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The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
quote by Victor Hugo
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Where's Daddy?
A small child cries out in the night,
As she longs for a Father who can not be there;
If she wishes long and hard enough, he might
Just show up one day, so that they may share
In one another's lives once again-
Allowing time's healing to finally begin!
'Where's Daddy? ' she asks, seemingly out of nowhere;
Her Mother cannot provide a proper answer-
She pretends all the while that she really does care,
Yet, her self-contempt has already spread, like a cancer!
The child has finally started to realize
That 'Mommy' is precisely what she was taught to despise:
She wears a mask, hiding her vicious lies;
The child ios left heart-broken-in a world of 'whys? '!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Santa Evita
Children: Please gentle Eva will you bless a little child
For I love you tell Heaven I'm doing my best
I'm praying for you even though you're already blessed
Please Mother Eva will you look upon me as your own
Make me special
Be my angel be my everything wonderful perfect and true
And I'll try to be exactly like you
Please Mother Eva will you feed a hungry child
For I love you tell Heaven I'm doing my best
I'm praying for you even though you're already blessed
Please gentle Eva will you feed a hungry child
For I love you tell Heaven I'm doing my best
I'm praying for you even though you're already blessed
Che: Turn a blind eye Evita turn a blind eye
Chorus: Santa Santa Evita
Madre de todos lost ninos
De los tiranizados
De los descamisados
De los trabajadores
De la Argentina
song performed by by Madonna from Evita Soundtrack (Part 2)
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Missing Link
A sickly child lie
frail on the sofa in the living room.
A knock on the door,
His mother opened.
The man who entered the child knew it was his father.
Whose child is this?
“It is your youngest son” his mother said.
The children in the street
all had a father; the child had waited for him.
But his father ignored him,
gave chocolate to his sister and brother,
then he drank from a bottle,
his mother threw him out.
Next day asked his mother, ” are you sure he is my father? ”
She slapped her son’s face and cried.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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