Only Begotten Son
He who believeth in Ja
Shall not be condemned
But he that believeth not
Is condemned already
Only because
He has not believed
In the man and the only begotten son
My Lord
[chorus]
For he so feared the word
He left his only begotten son
To shed his blood
Show that pain is love
But I wont cry
Cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money
And my guns in the sky [x2]
Yeah
song performed by by Ja Rule from Venni Vetti Vecci
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Salvation Is Believing
There are many apostate preachers
in the world today
by perverting the pure gospel of Jesus
to change it to their own way
They twist the scriptures around
to make up their own plan of salvation
instead of leaving the bible the way it is
and let it do the work of regeneration
The gospel is not a way to live,
it’s good news to be believed, not to do
Believing with all your heart
that Jesus shed his blood on the cross for you
John 3: 16 For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have everlasting life.
Galations 1: 6 I marvel that ye are so soon removed from him that calleth you into the grace of Christ unto another gospel:
1: 7 Which is not another; but there be some that trouble you, and would pervert the gospel of Christ.
poem by Cindy Wyatt
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Begotten
No stealing is allowed when you meet him,
The son of his is condemned for being him.
A thief is excellent due to poor health,
But when he is begotten, the wealth is contrived.
One is amazed by the flute of freedom,
Singing like itself with profuse melody;
The begotten son amazes me when not stolen
Like the sound so erred by those insignificant ones.
The stealing of the piccolo deserves mention,
One talked to the highness of some. The ones
Who rule shall gain a wonder, from all this bounty.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Tanaan And Sanaan
You are my son adn,
This day i have begotten you!
You are my daughter and,
This day i have begotten you!
And like Tanaan and Sanaan in our neighbourhood;
But learn to do the right things always.
The same hour,
The same love,
The same day,
The same peace;
Bathed with the works of joy to crown your day! !
But, to the side of this river i will rest my mind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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When God becomes your Father
When God becomes your Father
you feel like you can do anything
When God is near you
Ooh, the warmth it brings
It's just like the love between
a father and a child
Like being hovered over
like the warm sunshine
That safe protective care
it's that feeling that you know
that God is right there
When God becomes your Father
You feel safe and you feel warm
you feel like you can do anything
and you feel covered in His arms
When God becomes your Father
you want others to come too
into the protection and love of the Father
Can you hear him calling you
Scriptures:
' For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten
Son that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have
everlasting life.'(Holy Bible- King James Version)
John 3: 16
'But as many as received Him, to them gave the
right to become children of God, even to those
who believe on his name.'
John 1: 12 (NASB)
poem by Debbie Bennett
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Down
Spent all my money on everyone else
Why I just kept handing it out right and left
They didnt appreciate none of my help
I have found
Had me a man
I was so much in love
But he just walked off after using me up
I cried like a baby
It hurt me so much and Im down
Yeah, Im sure down
Chorus:
I know that Im down but Im gonna get up
I just need some time
Just need a little streak of good luck
And you know that its rough when your bitting the dust like I am
You try to do right but tell me where does that get you
People just use you and then they forget you
Well it wont take me long
To get my feet back on solid ground
But now Im down
When I get my life back in order again
Well Ill still be willing to help out my friends
And if you need some body or wished it had been, look around
Ill be spending my money on everyone else
Well Ill just be handing it out right and left
Ill find a new love I wont live by myself
Im just down, now, yeah Im down
Repeat chorus
I know that Im down
But Im bound to get up
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Were I he or she…
I condemned his assaulting his wife.
I condemned her beating her children.
I condemned his infidelity.
Could I be different if I were in their shoes?
26.02.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Do You Know the Son?
Do you know the Son, the one the Father gave?
Do you know the Son, who can save you from the grave?
The one who's got the crown from the Father up above?
The Word becoming flesh, to show the Father's love?
The Logos who came to Earth and was born but not by man
But by the Holy Spirit sent down by God's own hand.
The Son born in Bethlehem of Judea on that night;
The Son who is the one, whom in John is called the Light.
Yes, He's called the Light, and that's very true
For He came to light the way for men like me and you.
He is also called the Word, and if you did not know
He is the One who made all things so very long ago.
His name is Yeshua, the Christ, and now I'm telling you
Just what it was that God sent Him into the world to do.
God sent His Son to tell us about ourselves you see -
And how that if we did not change, we would end in misery.
He also showed us how to live and to make it ample;
He lived a life without sin; what a great example.
Now Yeshua is the Son of God and on this Earth he dwelt
'til the age of thirty three and, then the pain He felt.
Men on earth did not care about what He had to say;
All they thought of was themselves, so carted Him away.
And on the hill called Calvary, to a stake these men had made
They nailed my Saviour Yeshua the messuah, and there my debt He paid.
And as the blood poured forth from His hands, feet and side
If I then had been there like now I would have cried;
'cause of something else He had also come to say
Which was this that 'By His death He would take my sin away'
So, if you would believe that Yeshua died for you
Then you will also know your sins are forgiven too;
Do you know the Son, the one the Father gave?
The One called Yeshua, the Messiah, who died for you to save?
1 John 5: 20
It is to be noted that the Lord is not the eternal Son of God, but the Son of the eternal God; for there was no Son until he was born of Miriam, and born again at his resurrection, where it was declared to him by his Father, 'You are my Son, this day have I begotten you' this 'begotten' is reference to his resurrection, for he is the 'FIRSTBORN of many brethern' and 'we' at his coming. For we have been born again unto a living hope, that living hope is our LORD YESHUA/JESUS; for as he was raised to life. So too shall we be so raised if we press forward to the prize of the upward call in Messiah Yeshua our Lord, amen.
poem by Richard Merrell
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A Lodging
I have begotten you in my chains,
I have begotten you in my pains,
Like a voluntary work to offer;
So, prepare a lodging for me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Age of Grace
Now is the time of God’s Favor, today dear friend, not tomorrow,
Today accept Christ as Savior, and eternally you’ll see no sorrow,
This is the day of God’s Salvation, an offer by God to everyone,
Given through God’s Revelation, Jesus Christ, His begotten Son.
Today He’ll hear you as you call; as you’re moved by His Grace,
To save you from Adam’s fall, as you seek the Light of His face.
God’s made a way, for all men, to live with Him in Heaven above,
As we stand today condemned, He saves us in the Savior’s love.
In this Age of Grace which we live, God sent His Son to all of us,
To man, with eternal life to give, to all who in Him place their trust.
And the Lord comes to live within, each and every believing heart,
As Christ saves us from all sin, to be the friend who won’t depart.
New Life Christ gives to all men, this to live anew upon this earth,
This as they are Born Again; born of God through a spiritual birth.
God sends The Spirit, as our guide, as we begin to live New Life,
The Spirit helps us to abide, in our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
All that we need, we get from God, as He sustains us, every day.
God helps us on this earthly sod, to walk along life’s narrow way.
All you need to do is to believe, in the Grace from God’s Throne,
And you too, Christ will receive, as God makes you His very own.
(Copyright ©08/2007)
Cant Get You Off My Mind
Featuring the lox
Uh, darkchild, wha
Ohh, mary j. blige
Whoa, whoa, whoa, (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, (whoa, whoa)
(said I couldnt do it again, but I did)
(chorus)
Cant get you off my mind
Thinkin about you all the time
Cant get you off my mind
Thinkin about you all the time
(vs.1)
The day we met was the last day
That I said I would look anyone elses way
Now you know that Im with you
And Ill always be true
Theres nothing in this world
That I wont do for you
(chorus)
(vs.2)
The day you left, it was so sad
Now Im standin here holdin on to the past
Keep going on - gotta live your life
If we grow up in time
Maybe real love we will find
(chorus)
Whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa...yeah)
Whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, ooh oh ooh oh ooh oh)
Whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa)
(rap: the lox)
Styles:
You need rocks on the 4th finger
Of your left hand
Tell your brides maid to hit off my best man
Always on my mind like money
You my honey, there when Im laced, there when Im bummy
Sheek:
Say word, its type hard for me to get you off my mind
But I still get dough of course
True love, between a thug and a dove
Poppin champagne in the tub, wha!
Jadakiss:
Ay yo, everything revolves around trust
Cause if it wasnt for you, then they wouldnt be no us
No jealousy, envy, and no lust
3-2-8 off the lot when I bust
Sittin in the house countin lincolns and Im still thinking
Cant get you off so Im blinkin
Sinkin, down in the silk couch, milked out
Your hole in my heart got my love all spilled out
Ooh, I cant get you...
(chorus)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
(chorus until fade)
song performed by by Mary J Blige
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The Ballad of Jock Dean.
I watched the daylight trickle o'er
the hills behind oor hoose
A sight I'd often seen before
but never through a noose
These shoddy thrown up gallows
where I waited for the crow.
Forget the debt my pal owes,
he'll no help me, this I know.
(Chorus.)
Why have you betrayed yer ain
and left me without hope?
Condemned by my ain twisted wean
tay dance upon the Sheriff's rope.
I swore I would avenge the loss
of all the Laird had stole
The sheriff couldnay gi a toss,
my neck-stretch was his goal.
"A few last words, afore ye go? "
The sarky basturt's shout.
I said nay mer, fur as ye know
he'd had ma tongue ripped out.
(Chorus.)
Why have you betrayed yer ain
and left me without hope?
Condemned by my ain twisted wean
tay dance upon the Sheriff's rope.
The weighted sack tied tay ma feet
drapped sharp before I fell
Ma four weans aw began tay greet
at this, their Da's death knell.
The bag should help tay snap the neck
an quell ma final song
bit no fur me, an instant brek,
the rope was joost too long.
(Chorus.)
Why have you betrayed yer ain
and left me without hope?
Condemned by my ain twisted wean
tay dance upon the Sheriff's rope.
So there I danced the mid-air jig
above the sacred ground
beside the hole they made me dig
my piss sprayed all around.
Twas then I saw my only son
gaze up from my spilt bile
twas then I knew he was the one…
twas written in his smile.
(Chorus.)
Why have you betrayed yer ain
and left me without hope?
Condemned by my ain twisted wean
tay dance upon the Sheriff's rope.
I'll dance forever on his rope.
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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I Am
I am something forgotten
I am something lost
Something once begotten
And now outside I am tossed
I am someone loved
I am someone proud
Someone now, so far away, shoved
And now outside I weep out loud
I was something cared for
I was something with power
Something equal to a lord
And now outside I cower
I was someone high
I was someone feared
Someone that owned the sky
And now outside I am no longer dear
I was something hidden in a mask
I am someone sent from above
'Who am I? What am I? ' You ask
I am your heart, I am love.
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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Miss Cinderella's forgotten shoe
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella!
I reckoned my dreams would materialize true
When I stared into those beautiful eyes of you
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella
Thou forgot to cast behind thy only begotten shoe
I stand here in line in thy awaited queue
You enlighten from the limousine
I’m waiting for that heavenly sign
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella
What has become of you?
Thou forgot to cast behind thy only begotten shoe
So many miles I flew
Yet you have no clue
Of how much we can chew
Without your shoe, there is no preview
Of the fairy tale we could pursue
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella
Can’t you see this love tattoo?
Thou forgot to cast behind thy only begotten shoe
And now you have left the venue
Thoughts of your forgotten shoe
I will cherish and value
So close, so near, almost there
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella
If only you could undo
And cast behind thy forgotten shoe
But thou forgot to cast behind thy only begotten shoe
So the prince is gone
Life goes on
But my love for you is not withdrawn!
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Today... 'The Firstborn of every creature
At the threshold of time before life had begun
there stood the Only Eternally Begotten Son.
He was the image of the Invisible God
the Firstborn of all creatures and the Living Word.
As the Master of all thrones and dominions
angels and creation became His minions.
Things visible and invisible He has made
principalities and powers His will obeyed.
The Alpha and Omega, the First and the Last
The King of the future and the Lord of the past.
In Him we have redemption by His precious blood
shed when He was sacrificed on a cross of wood.
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)
You Didn't Understand
Vacuous Julian had the following to say
about our religious beliefs: 'I read, I understood,
I condemned'. He thought we'd be devastated
by that 'condemned', the silly ass.
Witticisms like that don't get by with us Christians.
Our quick reply: 'You read but didn't understand;
had you understood, you wouldn't have condemned.'
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Lumps Of Blood
The lumps of blood go down the drain
Without the chance to love
To feel the pain
Snuffed out before bloom
The world doesn't have enough room!
For the conceived never brought to light
None to shed a tear at the unborn's plight
Begotten unintended from sudden emotion
Their departure is silent without commotion
As silent as the cries that swell in the heart
Of the women bleeding inside
And breaking apart!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Creator And Savior
God not only is our Creator, He, in Christ, is a wonderful Savior,
The Creator of all we can see, came down to earth from Eternity.
Christ came to die upon a cross, to be the Savior of all the lost,
And with God’s price for sin paid, in a grave, His body was laid.
The Creator became a sacrifice, paying for us the ultimate price,
Then He rose in victory over sin, creating for all New Life in Him.
For God’s Own Chosen Lamb, Jesus Christ, is The Great “I Am”.
Existent prior to creating man, then chosen to finish God’s plan.
God’s Plan to redeem creation, all through our Lord’s Salvation,
A salvation that is offered to none, apart from belief in His Son,
God’s Only Son, Jesus Christ, sent to the earth to offer His life,
As God’s ransom, sent for all, to redeem man from Adam’s fall.
The Lord and Creator of men, was sent to save the condemned,
Condemned from the sin of one, and saved by God’s Own Son.
Reconciled to God up above, by the action of our Savior’s love,
All sinners offered life eternally, from that blood spilt at Calvary.
The Creator, both pure and just, condemned all to return to dust,
Separated from God Eternally, apart, from the Blood of Calvary,
Blood spilled from Christ’s side, as on the cross, for all He died,
As He faced death with its strife, to gain for sinners, Eternal Life.
The Condemnation
i am condemned to write
without end
because you never loved me
because i never confessed it to you
because if i confess it to you
you shall condemn love in return
vomit all its contents before my face
and love does look like love anymore
i am condemned to write and many shall read
because of pity
i never wanted to be pitied
i have my own dignity.
i shall be writing forever
about love
unrequited, and the world shall know
about a pain without end.
i shall find hope in reincarnation.
i shall be a tree with shiny leaves.
you shall take shade.
i shall be the bed where you shall sleep
the nights of your lifetime.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poem: Passover Lamb
Give praise to the Passover Lamb,
the only begotten Son of the Great I Am.
For He willingly humbled Himself
and served as the propitiation for our sins;
His Truth will be revealed at Earth's end,
from having laid down His life as our Friend.
Give praise to the Passover Lamb,
the holy begotten Son of the Great I Am.
Our Lord made the ultimate sacrifice,
donating Himself as the World's sin offering.
Although temporarily buried in death's tomb,
He exited triumphantly from that cryptal womb.
Give praise to the Passover Lamb,
the eternal begotten Son of the Great I Am.
Today He sits at the right hand of the Father,
humbly interceding on our behalf daily!
Now is still the acceptable day of Salvation,
for He paid the cost for our soul's preservation.
Give praise to the Passover Lamb,
the blessed begotten Son of the Great I Am.
Entertaining thoughts of a spiritual breakthrough?
Know that it is not too late to save your soul.
For those who dare, Victory is available to everyone
that receives the sacred gift of the firstborn Son.
Give praise to the Passover Lamb,
the divine begotten Son of the Great I Am.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Heb 1: 1-3,12: 2; Phil 2: 8-9; Rom 3: 19-26,6: 4; 2 Cor 6: 2;
Eph 3: 9; John 1: 18,3: 16; Jam 2: 14-26; 1 Cor 15
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