to Rose, ms. wounded
Rose, do not be lonely with your wounds,
do not cry,
there are too many wounded people in this world,
and as they are too many,
they have formed indeed a one
big, happy family
and their leader if you must know
is the most wounded of them all: Jesus Christ.
Join us then
in this celebration!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wounded
Well theres a whole lot of hurting being going on
Well Ive been wounded, wounded, wounded
This aint no way to be carrying on
You see me wounded, wounded, wounded
Im taken like a stone
That youve thrown in the deep blue sea
Giving me the scars that will never heal
Wounded, wounded, wounded
I remember the day when you came up to me
Almost breaking on your knees
Said you needed me more than anything else
You really took me in
But itd make you feel good to know
Id do anything you say
Well forget that line cause I aint gonna play
Wounded, wounded, wounded
I remember the day when you came up to me
Almost breaking on your knees
Said you needed me more than anything else
You really took me in
But itd make you feel good to know
Id do anything you say
Well forget that line cause I aint gonna play
Wounded, wounded, wounded
song performed by by Donna Summer
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God's Only Way
As we journey through each day, we need to point men to The Way,
To the only way of hope for all; to God’s redemption from man’s fall.
Christ came into a world condemned; to bring God’s Truth to all men.
In this world, all have sinned, and God’s redemption is found in Him.
Christ spoke to men with authority, as He spoke to them of Eternity.
Many men were amazed at Christ, as Jesus spoke about New Life.
Life that goes beyond this earth, a life men receive upon New Birth.
In Christ we become Born Again, to enter into a life that has no end.
Jesus Christ is the Creator of all, a perfect creation before man’s fall.
Jesus came to this earth my friend, to become the Savior of all men.
Jesus Christ is God’s Only Son, who died on the cross for everyone.
And the blood He shed that day, confirmed that He is The Only Way.
For Christ is God’s only Salvation, not for one, but for every nation.
Only Jesus Christ died at Calvary, for all the sin of both you and me.
And the message we must herald, He died for the sin of all the world.
God had paid the ultimate price, by sending His Son as our sacrifice.
Friend, only Jesus Christ rose again, this to offer New Life to all men.
And only through Jesus Christ, can all men experience Eternal Life.
For only Christ died and rose again, to become the Savior of all men.
Soon Christ the Eternal Creator, is coming back as Lord and Savior.
A Celebration of Family, Community and Culture
When a snowman winks his eyes of coal,
And from their windows children know...
Magic's in the air.
And they wish they are on Santa's list.
As children everywhere wish this.
The Christmas Trees that are trimmed with them,
Excites with the bright lights shining.
Dining festively on treats...
Will be remembered year to year.
This and every Christmas.
Joyous Eid al-Adha (The Festival of Sacrifice)
'A Celebration of Family, Community and Culture'
Merry Christmas...
'A Celebration of Family, Community and Culture'
Happy Chanukah...
'A Celebration of Family, Community and Culture'
Happy Kwanzaa...
'A Celebration of Family, Community and Culture'
And...The Best of New Years to Come,
To ALL in Celebration of United Humanity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Long Live, Wherever You are!
Long live wherever you are!
Let peace spill out of your whole heart.
Knowledge lightens your children.
Scarcity flees from your home.
They shut the door hard to me, the scared,
and kept you off in places not known.
Classes of our race somehow formed have
taken deep roots to spoil! Spoil! Spoil!
Long live wherever you are!
I have sheltered in the north end far off,
not to come back for things simple happen.
You conveyed though words of comfort
to salve my heart rudely wounded! Wounded! Wounded!
Long live wherever you are!
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Jesus
WHERE is poor Jesus gone?
He sits with Dives now,
And his dogs flesh their teeth
On Lazarus below.
Where is poor Jesus gone?
He is with Magdalen.
He doles her piece by piece,
Her pittance of shame!
Where is poor Jesus gone?
The good Samaritan,
What does he there alone?
He stabs the wounded man!
Where is poor Jesus gone,
The lamb they sacrificed? —
They've made God of his carrion
And labelled it 'Christ!'
poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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Changing Not
Many men may acknowledge the Lord, but, in their life He is ignored,
The many state they believe in Him, however, continue in a life of sin,
Many, even accept God's Salvation, while they ignore His Revelation,
About all the changes in a life, when a person comes to Jesus Christ.
Their walk reflects no obvious Change, as their life remains the same,
While they profess to have believed, they live as if they are deceived,
As God's eternal enemy, says change isn't required, for others to see,
So, he walks not with his brothers, or shines his light for all the others.
Living in a world that's so depraved, when by The Lord, we are saved,
Through God's Power of Salvation, believers become a New Creation,
Given by God the Spirit of Christ, to live for our Lord a brand new life,
As a living testimony to Him, The Lord Jesus, Who saved us from sin.
If Apostle Paul felt the obligation, our life also, should be a revelation,
Of what The Lord God has done for us, through His Son, Christ Jesus,
Even if a change should be belated, every believer is surely obligated,
To be for God, a light and a witness, of Jesus Christ's Righteousness.
For The Savior, Who left His Majesty, to become sin, for you and me,
We should have more than obligation, for life should be a celebration,
A nonstop celebration in Jesus Christ, this as we surrender all our life,
As we make changes, to Godly ways, for God's honor and His praise.
The Wounded Wind
the wounded wind
spirited messages
she does send
disturb not the bark of this tree
ancient soul
it does speak to me
disturb not the pureness of this stream
trickling tears
it does haunt my dreams
the wounded wind sighs
ghostly shadows still dance before her eyes
the wounded wind cries
like the coyote who splits the silence of night howling at the moon
Warning, the wrath of the wounded wind will be upon us soon
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Ex-Whore
I'm a miserably predictable
Broken, sticked-up doll.
My dress is torn, my hair matted
And one arm dangles at my side.
My wounded pride, my wounded pride.
I used to be pretty, you know
Before I got so old, before I became disposable.
They used to look at me and smile
I was theirs for a while.
My wounded pride, my wounded pride.
Too old for the job,
No one pays to keep a rag.
I'm a doll, a broken doll,
Wishing I didn't fall.
poem by Ana Podarevska
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God’s Family
Speaking to His disciples one day, The Lord said He could not stay,
But upon earth they would remain, with God’s message to proclaim.
Knowing He would soon depart, Christ placed a peace in their heart,
For they’d know where Christ was, with The Father in Heaven above.
As disciples living our life on this earth, it is Christ that we truly serve,
Jesus Himself paid the initial price, as He became for God a sacrifice.
God sent to the earth Jesus Christ, to give to all men a brand new life,
Christ sent The Spirit down to those, who in their hearts knew He rose.
If you believe Jesus is The Christ, you will be born of God in this life,
The Christ is God’s Anointed One, Messiah friend, is God’s own Son.
When Christ returned to His Throne, He didn’t leave men here alone,
He sent The Holy Spirit to live within, every man who believes in Him.
The Holy Spirit is our Counselor, sent from Christ to be our Comforter,
The Spirit guides and lights our way, as we live for our Lord each day.
He who loves The Father and Son, loves God’s Family, yes everyone,
To love God is to obey His commands, to love every women and man.
The commandments of Christ our Lord, in our lives cannot be ignored,
His commands are not burdensome, if His Family’s where you’re from.
When Born Again into God’s Family, you are a member for all eternity,
A family where we serve each other, with care and love for our brother.
As believers live in Christ’s Love, sharing with men God’s Hope above,
God the Father gives men the power, in each and every day and hour,
Power we have today to overcome, through our faith in God’s own Son.
Being born of God gives men the victory, to be in Christ all they can be.
In These Poems That We Write
these are the wounds of the heart
let your fingers pierce that part
blood drips from a wounded heart
pain gleaming against the light
time has not healed the wounds
you can hear the screaming sounds
these are the wounds of my heart
we are not many miles apart
we share the wounds of the heart
in these poems that we draft
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On That Day
Some people say
Its what we deserve
For sins against g-d
For crimes in the world
I wouldnt know
Im just holding the fort
Since that day
They wounded New York
Some people say
They hate us of old
Our women unveiled
Our slaves and our gold
I wouldnt know
Im just holding the fort
But answer me this
I wont take you to court
Did you go crazy
Or did you report
On that day
On that day
They wounded New York
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee
Indian legislation's on the desk of the do right congressman
Now he don't know much about the issues so he picks up the phone
And asks the advice of the senator out in indian country
A darling of the energy companies their ripping off
What's left of the reservation
I learned the safety rule
I don't know who to thank
Don't stand between the reservation
And the corporate bank
They're sending federal tanks
It isn't nice but it's reality
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Deep in the earth
I said cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at wounded knee
They got these energy companies
Who want to take the land
And they got churches by the dozens
Trying to guide our hands
And turn our mother earth
Over to pollution war and greed
Well
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee
I said deep in the earth
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Won't you cover me with your pretty lies
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee
They got the federal marshalls
We get the covert spies
We get the liars by fire
We get the fbi
They lie in court and get nailed
And still leonard peltier goes off to jail
(the bullets don't match the gun)
Bury my heart at wounded knee
An eighth of the reservation
Bury my heart at wounded knee
It was transferred in secret
Bury my heart at wounded knee
We got your murder and intimidation
Bury my heart at wounded knee
My girlfriend anna may
Talked about uranium
Her head was full of bullets
And her body dumped
The fbi cut off her hands
And told us she died of exposure
Yeah right
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Oh deep in the earth
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Won't you cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Talk about a revolution
We had the gold rush wars
Why didn't we learn to crawl?
And now our history gets written in a liar's scrawl
They tell me " honey you can still be an indian
Down at the y on saturday night''
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee
I said deep in the earth
Bury my heart at wounded knee
And cover me with your pretty lies
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart
It was an eighth of the reservation
Bury my heart
It was transferred in secret
Bury my heart
Got your murder, murder, murder and intimidation
Bury me
Bury me
Bury me
Bury my heart
Bury my heart
Bury my heart
Bury my heart
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Happy Easter!
Palm Sunday has gone,
Holy week has begun,
The week with events
Leading to Jesus torments,
To His Resurrection,
Showing the spirits domination.
Glory to Jesus Christ!
Easter Sunday today,
The greatest holiday.
We pray and say,
All around the world,
The words of love to our Lord
Showing that his death was not in vain.
Glory to Jesus Christ!
We light the candles
As a symbol of the rising sun,
And their light resembles
Jesus was really God’s Son.
The light comes back to the world
With the risen Jesus.
Glory to Jesus Christ!
The church bells ring,
The whole world sings Alleluia!
Easter eggs we bring
As a symbol of spring
With pretty small limes
Since the ancient times.
Glory to Jesus Christ!
Easter Rabbits or Easter Bunny
Look today happy and sunny.
They represent a new life
Full of presents and so nice.
We wear new clothes to look the best,
We’d like to follow His behest.
Glory to Jesus Christ!
The history of Sunday Easter has a long story,
And today we proclaim Jesus Christ Day
And say: Glory to our Lord!
Glory to the King of all Christians:
Ukrainians and Indians,
Russians and Americans,
Of all those who want to live in love and peace,
Our life for better to increase.
Glory to Jesus Christ!
And…..Happy Easter!
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
The 24th of April,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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House-warming
Our house anew is built at last,
Despite the struggles of the past!
A happy family now resides,
With Almighty God us besides!
Gone are the days of lack of space;
The new house wears a painted face;
Born is a harmony and peace
That God-willingly shouldn’t ever cease!
The house looks cozy and gorgeous;
The cost is anybody’s guess;
God bless our house and its in-mates,
As we journey to Heaven’s gates!
Our house must turn a happy home!
All brethren are always welcome;
Let love and prayer fill the air,
And faces wear smiles and laughter!
God bless this family and house;
Let Jesus Christ be King and spouse;
Let forgiving hearts show the world
That wounds will heal, however old!
Let brothers live and serve the Lord,
As per the teachings of God’s Word!
Let common blood and flesh stay strong,
And emanate a happy song!
Let parents feel proud of their sons!
‘Let parley work better than guns! ’
Let neighbors sense Christ’s own presence,
Within the house and o’er the fence!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-22-2009
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Let love of Jesus Christ…
Let love of Jesus Christ
Goad you to spread the Word
Across the world to all
And gather souls for God.
Let love of Jesus Christ
Help you to sacrifice
Your life to follow Him
On the road to heaven.
Let love of Jesus Christ
Make you carry your cross
And walk in the footsteps
Of Christ to Calvary.
Let love of Jesus Christ
Serve to encounter Him
In miraculous ways
Reinforcing your faith.
Let love of Jesus Christ
Help you to realize
The aim of earthly life
Is keeping soul sinfree.
Let love of Jesus Christ
Help you to sing and pray
For conversion of souls
And that more may see God!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-6-2010
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Happy Easter 2012
The tomb of stone's empty!
Christ Jesus has risen,
On day three after death,
Just as He had foretold!
His death on cross was sad;
Even the sun didn't shine;
And earth shuddered awhile,
As corpses came alive!
Jesus was Truth and Light;
The dark tomb couldn't contain
Christ who's Light of the world;
Death could never prevail.
The Good Shepherd, He bore
Our every cross and sin;
The spotless lamb got slain
To save man from ruin!
What obeisance, Christ showed!
His Father was so pleased;
His heart was always moved
By love, His son had proved.
Good that Jesus rose then;
Our faith has stood the test;
Like Christ, we all can rise;
If sinless, reach heaven!
Jesus had crushed satan;
The body dies but then
Resurrection is true,
As soul and body meet.
By Christmas, Christ was born;
Through Easter, Christ died, rose;
In glory, He will come
As God and King and judge!
Easter gives man new hope;
The righteous can see God;
Jesus has paid the price
For every sin of man!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-04-12
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Transformed Lives
To this world be not conformed, but, by God have your life transformed,
Transformed by Hope and Holiness, in Christ’s very own Righteousness.
Christ, the Living Word became flesh, to make new believers lives afresh,
Through the renewing of your mind, to leave old worldly thoughts behind.
Christ fills you first with His Love, which comes through His Spirit above,
God’s Love to share with all men, as His disciples, as we are Born Again,
Through God’s Love a joy will come, to all who willing submit to His Son,
Joy not from mere temporal things, but, joy right from The King of kings.
Then patience, know as longsuffering, becomes a real part of everything,
As new disciples for Christ our Lord, impatience we simply cannot afford.
Now, when faced with a load of care, we can lift to God a heart of prayer,
This while we speak to God all day, while we walk along life’s narrow way.
A walk leading to fellowship with those, who also follow Christ, who rose,
Creating here on earth God’s Family, all those bound together for eternity,
Family of a Kingdom that won’t cease, bound together in love and peace,
The Love and Peace of Jesus Christ, the Author and Sustainer of our life.
So today become a living sacrifice, by giving all your life to Jesus Christ,
A very reasonable request from Him, who died to save you from your sin.
Why not let Him transform your heart, and from this world you will depart,
But while you’re here on earth my friend, be the light for Him until the end.
(Copyright ©08/2008)
rose Peddle
'rose peddle'
as the rose flower is left on the table.
and is left in a vace of pure water.
as Jesus Christ was whiped, the rose would slowely shrivel up.
as they spat on Him the wrose peddles would fall one-by-one.
as the nails went inot Jesus hands and feet the sten broke and the thorns fell.
and when Jesus said 'it is finished'
the vace shatted and the pure water leacked into a small river.
and the rose was thrown away,
when Jesus rose again the rose was re-healed and the wace.
sitting back on the table where it died on.
this rose i speak of was touched by the Lords hand,
as Jesus was ressurected.
poem by Jordan Scown
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A Christmas Carol
TUNE--'God rest ye, merry gentleman.'
GOD rest ye, merry gentlemen; let nothing you dismay,
For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.
The dawn rose red o'er Bethlehem, the stars shone through the gray,
When Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.
God rest ye, little children; let nothing you affright,
For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this happy night;
Along the hills of Galilee the white flocks sleeping lay,
When Christ, the Child of Nazareth, was born on Christmas-day.
God rest ye, all good Christians; upon this blessed morn
The Lord of all good Christians was of a woman born:
Now all your sorrows He doth heal, your sins He takes away;
For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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Come And Join Me, Lonely People
come and join me, lonely people
this moon is too cold to be seen alone
in midnight, the wind stops
nobody wake on the street and you there lonesome
mind I sit next to you?
come and join me, lonely people
this world's silent and prepares to sleep
in winter, the star sparks
to bring the new eve of snow
care about me lonely?
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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