Who Is This
I came out alone on my way to my tryst.
But who is this that follows me in the silent dark?
I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not.
He makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger;
he adds his loud voice to every word that I utter.
He is my own little self, my lord, he knows no shame;
but I am ashamed to come to thy door in his company.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Psalm 99
Let the oceans roar
And the mountains fall down
Let the earth be moved
Let the King wear His crown
For the Lord is great
He brings glory to His name
The earth cries out
And the stars they do the same
For the Lord is established
He is great in all His ways
And His people are forgiven
And they praise Him all their days
A cloudy pillar by day
And a fire by night
A voice calls out from them
To rise up and fight
Rise up in forgiveness
And exalt the Lord your King
Rise up in justice
And stand behind His wing
For in the presence of the Lord
You learn to be still
To rise upon His wings
And ascend His holy hill
poem by Frank McEleny
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It's What You Are To Me
A heartfelt word
A sad goodbye
To hear you laugh
To see you cry
It all adds up
Its what you are to me
A hold of hands
A kiss to cheek
Still makes my heart
Skip that beat
It all adds up
Its what you are to me
Without you
I'd be lost
But my mind doesn't reach that far
You're my one for life
You're my guiding star
It all adds up
It's what you are to me
It's what you are to me
To memorise your sentences
To capture every word
To have every smile you've ever given me in my heart
I couldn't bare to be apart
It all adds up
It's what you are to me
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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Shatter The Silence
You better run, here comes your mama
Her eyes see red this time
You should be workin' boy, instead of daydreamin'
She says that you're a bad one
got the wrong things on your mind
So you turn up the music loud to block out her screamin'
.....No words of love are ever spoken
....and he's gonna leave this place ...once the door is open
(1st Chorus)
He'll Shatter the Silence with every beat of his heart
The best kept secrets never stay in the dark
Defiance only makes him strong
The child grows up, he ain't silent for long.......not for long
Your daddy tried to buy your silence
His eyes seemed to hold a threat
He'd blame all your bruises on rough games in the schoolyard
The strike of his hand upon you
was all the attention that you could get
Soon you would push your luck just to get all you needed
.......'Til now all the shame remained unspoken
.....But watch how the children rise....once their eyes are opened
(2nd Chorus)
They'll Shatter the Silence, now it's their turn to tell
It's a long way from Heaven when you're livin' in Hell
Defiance...It's time to even the score
The child grows up, he ain't silent no more
The Silence....Now it's time to be heard
It's hard stayin' quiet when you can't breathe a word
Silence...It's a two-edge sword
The child grows, he ain't silent no more.....
He ain't silent no more!....no no..
They'll Shatter the the Silence...
Shatter the Silence....(silent no more)
They'll Shatter the Silence......
song performed by by 38 Special
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A Woman
Oh, dwarfed and wronged, and stained with ill,
Behold! thou art a woman still!
And, by that sacred name and dear,
I bid thy better self appear.
Still, through thy foul disguise, I see
The rudimental purity,
That, spite of change and loss, makes good
Thy birthright-claim of womanhood;
An inward loathing, deep, intense;
A shame that is half innocence.
Cast off the grave-clothes of thy sin!
Rise from the dust thou liest in,
As Mary rose at Jesus' word,
Redeemed and white before the Lord!
Reclairn thy lost soul! In His name,
Rise up, and break thy bonds of shame.
Art weak? He 's strong. Art fearful? Hear
The world's O'ercomer: 'Be of cheer!'
What lip shall judge when He approves?
Who dare to scorn the child He loves?
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Looking up we are not ashamed in the presence of heaven, nor bowing down are we ashamed in the presence of earth.
Be Silent...
Be silent before the Lord,
Put your hope in Him.
What makes you think you are right,
What makes you think you can get justice done by speaking?
Be silent...
Walk soflty and listen,
Listen carefully to the voice
That comes from inside yourself
SOMEBODY HOLY DWELLS IN THERE
Be silent before the Lord,
Do not get angry with the wicked
When they mock at you and laugh,
Listen carefully to the voice that comes from inside yourself
YOU ARE INHABITED BY GOD
Your justice is your silence!
poem by Iwavva Dum
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Lord, what a Beloved is mine!
Lord, what a Beloved is mine! I have a sweet quarry; I possess
in my breast a hundred meadows from his reed.
When in anger the messenger comes and repairs towards me,
he says, “Whither are you fleeing? I have business with you.”
Last night I asked the new moon concerning my Moon. The
moon said, “I am running in his wake, my foot is in his dust.”
When the sun arose I said,” How yellow of face you are!” The
sun said, “Out of shame for his countenance I have a face of
gold.”
“Water, you are prostrate, you are running on your head and
face.” Water said, “Because of his incantation I move like a
snake.”
“Noble fire, why do you writhe so?” Fire said, “Because of
the lightning of his face my heart is restless.”
“Wind-messenger of the world, why are you light of heart?”
Wind said, “My heart would burn if the choice were mine.”
“Earth, what are you meditation, silent and watchful?” Earth
said, “Within me I have a garden and spring.”
Pass over these elements, God is our succorer; my head is
aching, in my hand I hold wine.
If you have barred sleep to us, the way of intoxication is open.
Since I have one to assist, he offers wine in both hands.
Be silent, that without this tongue the heart may speak; when
I hear the speech of the heart, I feel ashamed of this speech.
From a distance
From a distance Lord I followed You
as I wondered what the crowd would do.
Keeping silent I walked by myself.
There undetected I moved with stealth.
In the distance You were on Your own
before the Sanhedrin all alone.
By the fireside I stood keeping warm
leaving You alone to face the storm.
Then, 'You're one of them' I heard her say
so I turned my head and looked away.
'I don't know this man' out loud I said
and cursing denied my Lord instead.
Far from You my Lord I swore out loud
unable now to hide in the crowd.
With oaths and curses as I stood there
three times denying they heard me swear.
Your eyes met mine in the distance Lord
they spoke much louder than any word.
For the way, Lord that You looked at me
convicted me of my hypocrisy.
I felt so ashamed of what I'd done
and into the distance tried to run.
Though I wept and sobbed deep tears of grief
I was unable to find any relief.
In the distance as You climbed the hill
I kept myself hidden there until
You were led away and crucified.
The Lord I'd forsaken and denied.
'Too late' I thought as I saw You die.
'Too late to say sorry' was my cry.
So I left behind that shameful cross
and went back to fishing feeling my loss.
All through the night I was toiling there
as the dawn rose I looked in despair.
Then a voice called out loud from the shore
'On the other side you'll catch much more.'
On the other side we filled our net.
So many fish I'll never forget.
'It is the Lord' I heard someone say.
I leapt out of the boat straight away.
To be close to You was my desire
swimming to join You there by the fire.
The others joined with us at the meal
their wonder unable to conceal.
Three times You asked me if I loved You.
Three times I said 'Lord, You know I do.'
I thought as we dined by the sea shore
'I'll not keep my distance any more.'
Separate From Truth
If you choose to separate yourself, from God’s Truth of much wealth,
You my friend shall be cut off from, God’s Truths of what is to come;
When you ignore God’s Revelation, you put in danger, your Salvation,
Ignoring The Truths of Jesus Christ, you’ll be cut off from Eternal Life.
God’s Word was revealed to man, to make known God’s Eternal Plan,
The plan which shall affect everyone, when carried out, by God’s Son;
And believers are to share God’s Word, until all of the earth has heard,
Sharing with all, God’s Truth and Love, pointing men to Heaven above.
God’s Eternal Truth is relevant to all, men on the earth, great and small,
Although all may not understand, on God’s Truth alone, we must stand,
It is for His Truth we must contend, when speaking to family and friend,
So that they can too, know His Truth, and avoid God’s Eternal Reproof.
God makes men’s plans of no effect, but sustains the plan of His Elect,
The rebellious the Lord will not exalt, and their dark plans God shall halt,
Only God’s Plan will stand forever, while His Own, He will forsake never,
While ending man’s dark empty ways, sustaining His Own, to His Praise.
All unbelievers must see their need, to see God’s Truth, they must heed,
As the Way is not mine or yours, but, the way of Salvation is The Lord’s,
But, then that choice, is theirs to make, and if The Truth they do forsake,
That separation that they shall see, is from The Lord, through all Eternity.
(Copyright ©06/2010)
Loud Is The Cry Of War
Loud is the cry of war
Many people shall it smite
Opening up death's dark door
Our people shaken to the core
As we feel our enemies bite
Loud is the cry of war
Many soldiers now implore
If this battle was worth the fight
Opening up death's dark door
Many hearts lie broken and torn
An Endless number of sleepless nights
Loud is the cry of war
Crowded will be heaven's shore
As the dead now take their heavenly flight
Opening up death's dark door
Although we won, we lost much more
As empty cries echo through the night
Opening up death's dark door
Loud is the cry of was
poem by Cat Winder
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Even Such Is Time
Even such is time, which takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, and all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust,
Who in the dark and silent grave
When we have wandered all our ways
Shuts up the story of our days,
And from which earth, and grave, and dust
The Lord will raise me up, I trust.
poem by Sir Walter Raleigh
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Epitaph
Even such is time, which takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, and all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust,
Who in the dark and silent grave
When we have wandered all our ways
Shuts up the story of our days,
And from which earth, and grave, and dust
The Lord will raise me up, I trust.
poem by Sir Walter Raleigh
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Not a word He said
Before the Sanhedrin You spoke no word
and from Your lips no sound was heard.
Silent like a mute not a word was said
as awayto the cross, Lord You were led.
Your lips were silent and there came no sound.
In Your defence nothing was to be found.
As a lamb before the shearer is dumb
so from Your lips not a word was to come.
Angels were waiting for your bidding, Lord.
Silently You stood and spoke not a word.
You could have summoned that great army Lord.
They were ready and waiting for one word.
Silent there before Your accusers, Lord.
To their amazement You said not a word.
Louder than thunder was Your silence Lord.
Much more powerful than the spoken word.
Those gathered there did not understand why
You kept Your silence and did not reply.
Then there on the cross Your silence You broke.
'Father forgive them' were the words You spoke
Sir Walter Raleigh (The night before his death)
Even such is time, which takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, and all we have,
And pays us nought but age and dust;
Which in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wandered all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days!
And from which grave, and earth, and dust,
The Lord shall raise me up, I trust.'
poem by Sir Walter Raleigh
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Hit With Shame
hit with shame like losing my game
swollen lips are singing my name
tears are hot and drumming like rain
i’ve had it enough
had it enough
hit with shame like writhing with pain
every word’s proclaiming my blame
every effort turns out lame
i’m sick of that stuff
sick of that stuff
ask for nothing else you say
it’s your fault
you have to pay
for every day
for every day
for every bloody single day
hit with shame and hit with disdain
every move’s increasing the strain
every flower adds to the chain
i cannot go on
cannot go on
hit with shame like hit on my brain
feel as if I’m watching a play
think I’m gonna give it away
i’m sick of it all
sick of it all
this is what you get you say
it’s your guilt
and don’t complain
you must pay
you must pay
for every bloody single day
poem by Max Kuvaev
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Let Us Pray
(words & music by b. kaye - b. weisman)
Come praise the lord for he is good
Mmm come join in love and brotherhood
Well hear the word and bring our gifts of bread and wine
And well be blessed beneath the sign
So let us pray together, pray together
Pray with the one mighty voice (heavenly voice)
And let us sing together, sing together
Pray and well rejoice (well rejoice)
When strangers reach out for your hand (for your hand)
Respond to them and understand (heaven obeyed to understand)
Well rise as one to calm the storm outside the gate (calm the storm)
With faith in him well never leave (never leave)
So let us pray together, pray together
Pray with the one mighty voice (heavenly voice)
And let us sing together, sing together
Pray and well rejoice (well rejoice)
(well rejoice)
The love of God is on our side (love is, love is on our side)
We have the strength to move the tide (well move the tide)
The world will say so, therell be peace and love for all (love for all)
And we must give our brothers love
So let us pray together, pray together
Pray with the one mighty voice (heavenly voice)
And let us sing together, sing together
Pray and well rejoice (well rejoice)
Love for all, love for all to the lord
Well rejoice love for all to the lord
Well rejoice love for all to the lord
Well rejoice for the lord
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Hymn 103
Not ashamed of the gospel.
2 Tim. 1:12.
I'm not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause;
Maintain the honor of his word,
The glory of his cross.
Jesus, my God! I know his name,
His name is all my trust;
Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.
Firm as his throne his promise stands,
And he can well secure
What I've committed to his hands
Till the decisive hour.
Then will he own my worthless name
Before his Father's face,
And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Haschisch
Behind the door, beyond the light,
Who is it waits there in the night?
When he has entered he will stand,
Imposing with his silent hand
Some silent thing upon the night.
Behold the image of my fear.
O rise not, move not, come not near!
That moment, when you turned your face,
A demon seemed to leap through space;
His gesture strangled me with fear.
And yet I am the lord of all,
And this brave world magnifical,
Veiled in so variable a mist
It may be rose or amethyst,
Demands me for the lord of all!
Who said the world is but a mood
In the eternal thought of God?
I know it, real though it seem,
The phantom of a haschisch dream
In that insomnia which is God.
poem by Arthur Symons
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What Am I Worth
(arthur smith)
When I do things my way for pride or for show
Deep down within me I know, yes I know
When I hurt others with things I say or do
With remorse my voice calls out to you
Its me lord, Im asking what Im worth?
Just a man made from clay to return to the earth
Through shame I hear you whisper you may walk through down in hell
But faith can still move mountains amazing grace has never failed
When I want to do right I do wrong anyway
But jesus, I love you always, yes always
You made it alone on calvery and you hold my hand
Alone I cant make it but with you, I can
Its me lord, Im asking what Im worth?
Just a man made from clay to return to the earth
Through shame I hear you whisper you may walk through down in hell
But faith can still move mountains amazing grace has never failed
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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We Know The End
As the times get darker my friend, praise The Lord we know the end.
And as the times get dark as night, as believers we can see the light.
As we’ve received a great revelation, from The Lord of our salvation.
The book John was inspired to write, ends in the Hope of God’s Light.
God through John reveals to all, the final consequences of man’s fall.
That every man and every nation, shall experience Great Tribulation,
In a time when judgment is poured, upon the earth by Christ our Lord.
Upon a wicked and sinful world, as the Lord’s future wrath is unfurled.
The book begins with letters to, the seven Churches Christ foreknew.
Local Churches or Ages friend, the Church’s presence soon will end.
The voice of a trumpet John would hear, from above to come up here.
At that point, The Church of Christ, from upon the earth is out of sight.
And then John points us to a scroll, and to The One who is in control.
It is Jesus Christ, the Worthy Lamb, who opens up the scroll at hand.
In the scroll The Lord reveals, His mighty judgments of Seven Seals.
Then the Seven Trumpets come, these too are revealed by The Son.
Ending in Seven Bowls of judgment, for The Lord above won’t relent.
Upon His enemies He won’t relent, until all His Wrath on evil is spent.
Indeed it will be a dark time to come, up until the return of God’s Son,
Who raptured His Beloved Bride, so all believers could be at His side,
While God judges the earth below, and with a power that all will know.
But while The Church is here my friend, you can still change your end.
Come and follow the narrow path, and you too will avoid God’s Wrath.
Make the only choice that’s right; today come into God’s Glorious Light.
Then when God’s Wrath is poured, you too will be above with The Lord.
(Copyright ©01/2006)