Contemptibility
The leaders who love comforts,
The scholars who seek comforts
And the seers who live in comforts
Deserve contemptibility.
19.01.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Run To The ONE Who Comforts
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without delaying.
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without debating...
Which way you should go,
Or who to see to please.
The ONE will get your wishes met,
If you keep your faith to heed.
And with the ONE close you can bet,
You'll have no regrets!
So...
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without delaying.
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without debating...
Who it is you know,
To recommend and suggest...
What it is that you should do,
When the ONE who does it best...
To,
Comfort.
And take that weight off your chest.
And...
Comfort.
To put your mind at rest.
And...
Comfort.
To eliminate those tests...
Others want you to go through,
To keep your life in a wrecked mess.
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without delaying.
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without debating...
Which way you should go,
Or who to see to please.
The ONE will get your wishes met,
If you keep your faith to heed.
Run to the ONE who comforts.
You'll have no regrets!
So...
Run to the ONE who comforts.
Put your mind at rest.
And...
Run to the ONE who comforts.
You'll have no regrets!
So...
Run to the ONE who comforts.
Put your mind at rest.
Run to the ONE who comforts.
No 'other' can do this best.
So...
Run to the ONE who comforts.
And put your mind at rest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Are comforts good?
Comforts weaken one;
Discomforts harden one.
Man strives for comforts
To weaken himself.
01.04.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Efficacy Of Comforts
Comforts relive hardships.
Comforts withdrawn,
Hardships are felt severer
Than they were before.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Life span curtailed
Comforts promote inactivity [physical].
Inactivity promotes heart attack.
Comforts promote activity [mental].
It in turn over long run brings heart attack.
Prosperity targets hearts [corporal].
Poverty touches hearts [mentally].
25.09.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Possessiveness
A possessive wife is a fortune.
It gives all the comforts.
But you lose freedom.
Your lust is imprisoned.
Comforts give pleasure.
Freedom gives happiness.
Freedom is supreme.
A possessive wife
Is suited to a meak husband
Otherwise it is a hell.
23.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Reach For You
Baby love
Sometimes it's hard for me to tell you what I'm thinking of
So I try to find a way that I can show you love
What you mean to me
It's not enough to give you everything that you were ever dreaming of
I could never find a way that I could pay you love
For all the things you do
'Cause when my life gets crazy
The only one who comforts me is you
[Chorus:]
When I'm feeling all alone
When I'm searching for someone I can run to
I reach for you
When I need a hand to hold
Or a place where I can feel what love can do
I reach for you
Needing you
Is something that I've really gotten used to
I can't imagine being here with no one else
No one but you
What I found
Is it dosen't get much better than when you're around
Having you is all I really need when I get down
You pull me through
'Cause when my life
Gets crazy
The only one who comforts me is you
[Repeat Chorus]
song performed by by Marc Anthony from Mended
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Be Still
Simply be still, my dear soul, for the Lord is in control,
From what makes you quiver, the Lord God will deliver,
When you begin to quake, remember He won’t forsake,
Those, who belong to Him, as He comforts from within.
As He comforts a weary heart, and peace He will impart,
Calming all my undue fear, by His presence always near,
Uplifting me, with His hand, as He helps me understand,
From me He will not depart, while calming a weary heart.
God helps me to fix my mind, as I put my worry behind,
Upon my Savior, up above, as He comforts, in His love,
Setting my mind, by His grace, onto a very stable place,
Recalling He promised me, to guide me through eternity.
God reminds me, I’m whole; heart, mind, body and soul,
Delivered fully by Jesus Christ, to live for Him a new life,
Living in the peace of the Son, as a witness to everyone,
That God can help us cope, through an everlasting hope.
Hope which helps me be still, as my soul is in God’s will,
Calming my heart deep inside, while in Christ, I do abide,
As God fixes my mind above, comforting me in His love,
Knowing God’s preparing me, for life with Christ eternally.
Only optimism kills
It comforts me, when things go bad,
To think they aren’t worse as they could be.
It still comforts me, when things turn worse,
To think they aren’t worst as they could be.
It still more sooths, when things fell worst,
To think they are so bad that it would better.
Thus the optimism drags me down
While the events might still worsen..
30.01.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lead Me On
Shoulder to the wheel
For someone elses selfish gain
Here there is no choosing
Working the clay
Wearing their anger like a ball and chain.
Fire in the field
Underneath a blazing sun
But soon the sun was faded
And freedom was a song
I heard them singing when the day was done
Singing to the holy one.
Lead me on
Lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into your keeping, oh.
Lead me on
Lead me on
The awaited deliverance
Comforts the seeking...lead on.
Waiting for the train
Labelled with a golden star
Heavy hearted boarding
Whispers in the dark
Where are we going--is it very far?
Bitter cold terrain
Echoes of a slamming door
In chambers made for sleeping, forever
Voices like thunder in a mighty roar
Cry to the lord.
Lead me on
Lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into your keeping, oh.
Lead me on
Lead me on
The awaited deliverance
Comforts the seeking...lead on.
Man hurts man
Time and time, time again
And we drown in the wake of our power
Somebody tell me why.
Lead me on
Lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into your keeping, oh.
Lead me on
Lead me on
The awaited deliverance
Comforts the seeking...lead on.
Lead me on
Lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into your keeping, oh.
Lead me on
Lead me on
The awaited deliverance
Comforts the seeking...lead on.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Everything That 'Is' Has Its Limits
It is difficult to agonize through change.
Or to let go of those comforts,
Knowing the familiar will not be the same.
It is difficult to grow,
Around many who fear the doing of it.
While they choose to sit and reminisce,
The times they miss and wish to revisit.
It is difficult to agonize through change.
Or to let go of those comforts,
Knowing the familiar will not be the same.
It is difficult to witness,
Seasons come and go.
But everything that 'is' has its limits.
No matter who denies that this is so.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Comfort vs Change
Who you become has a lot to do with the people you know, and the books that you read. Begin to cut the ties and enter into change if that is what you truly want. Change lives outside of our comfort zones! If you want change be ready to let go of your comforts. I believe the more discomfort you retain the less repetitive we are being in life. Repetition is death to those who want definitive change in life. Naturally life is drawn inwards on itself, towards what makes us feel more and more comfortable. The key to unlocking change is to escape from this feeling. 'Escape your comforts, and you will have no where else to go.. but entering into change.'
poem by Grant Gates
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Psalm 127
The blessing of God on the business and comforts of life.
If God succeed not, all the cost
And pains to build the house are lost;
If God the city will not keep,
The watchful guards as well may sleep.
What if you rise before the sun,
And work and toil when day is done;
Careful and sparing eat your bread,
To shun that poverty you dread;
'Tis all in vain, till God hath blessed;
He can make rich, yet give us rest:
Children and friends are blessings too,
If God our Sovereign make them so.
Happy the man to whom he sends
Obedient children, faithful friends:
How sweet our daily comforts prove
When they are seasoned with his love!
poem by Isaac Watts
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Are We Mute To Say No To War?
Wake up from the slumber,
The people in the lumber,
Nations with scramblers,
Nations with simple tumblers.
Tell them no need comfort,
Tell them no need placate,
Tell them you live simple life,
Tell them, you not vote them out.
Fear in the ruler's hearts,
Not the enemy's might,
The might of their own people sort,
That can trample and kill them apart.
Tell your politicians that you want nothing,
Convey your leaders that they are safe,
Not threaten the politicians with your fingers,
For them to sign the war agreement.
We are the reasons for war and turmoil,
As we pester for the better things from the sovereign,
War is the trade to procure new land,
War is the robbery to steal someone's property.
War is the betrothal between not consenting lovers,
War in the battlefield to dispose all outdated weapons,
War is not in the playground to have the fireworks,
So it has to be in someone's land to have the targets.
We are the reason for the war and the souls,
That had left may sing songs for peace,
Not realizing they were the partners,
When sign the contract to be the soldiers.
Let us say no to the war,
By controlling our desire,
As long as our needs expand,
From oil to radioactive minerals.
The war is the only option,
to cheat the poor and leave them destitute,
For the rulers to satisfy,
our illusion of comforts to keep us mute.
Say No to comforts!
say No to War!
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Hymn 5
Submission to afflictive providences.
Job 1:21.
Naked as from the earth we came,
And crept to life at first,
We to the earth return again,
And mingle with our dust.
The dear delights we here enjoy,
And fondly call our own,
Are but short favors borrowed now,
To be repaid anon.
'Tis God that lifts our comforts high,
Or sinks them in the grave;
He gives, and, blessed be his name!
He takes but what he gave.
Peace, all our angry passions, then;
Let each rebellious sigh
Be silent at his sovereign will,
And every murmur die.
If smiling mercy crown our lives,
Its praises shall be spread;
And we'll adore the justice too
That strikes our comforts dead.
poem by Isaac Watts
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My Lovely Lady
By: jimmy buffett
1973
When I pay my bills
Gonna leave these tennessee hills
Take my lady to the sea
Thats where we both come from
Thats where we both belong
Think Ill go back to the keys
Chorus:
cause I dont want the fame that brings confusion
Where people recognize you on a plane
All I wants the quiet and the comforts
That livin with my lovely lady brings
Somehow we survived the double talk and jive
Things are looking better all the time
I owe her all I can cause she made me understand
The simple way that we should live our lives
Chorus:
And I dont want the fame that brings confusion
Where people recognize you on a plane
All I wants the quiet and the comforts
That livin with my lovely lady brings
Let me tell you now she can eat her own weight up in crab meat
And theres plenty of that down there by the sea
Well were sailin in those warm december breezes
Sendin picture postcards back to tennessee
Chorus:
Yes and I dont want the fame that brings confusion
Where people recognize you on a plane
All I wants the quiet and the comforts
That livin with my lovely lady brings
Yeah that livin with my lovely lady brings
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Waking at 3 a.m.
Even in the cave of the night when you
wake and are free and lonely,
neglected by others, discarded, loved only
by what doesn't matter--even in that
big room no one can see,
you push with your eyes till forever
comes in its twisted figure eight
and lies down in your head.
You think water in the river;
you think slower than the tide in
the grain of the wood; you become
a secret storehouse that saves the country,
so open and foolish and empty.
You look over all that the darkness
ripples across. More than has ever
been found comforts you. You open your
eyes in a vault that unlocks as fast
and as far as your thought can run.
A great snug wall goes around everything,
has always been there, will always
remain. It is a good world to be
lost in. It comforts you. It is
all right. And you sleep.
poem by William Stafford
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I Never Ride Faster Than My Angel Can Fly
I live my days on the wild side,
My Love and life is my wild ride
I travel to and from many lands
I have traveled the hardball and the many sands
I am a true believer in my good Lord
But my bad side can get me literally floored.
I have an Angel that watches my back,
She has all the common sense that I do lack.
So,
I never ride faster than my angel can fly
There is no need telling you all the whys
She holds me and comforts me in my time of need,
And bandages my heart when it starts to bleed.
(repeat)
My angel watches over me, she curbs my behavior
My angel is often been my heavenly savior
My motorcycle flies down the road to redemption
And my Angel keeps me from the lords detention.
So,
I never ride faster than my angel can fly
There is no need telling you all the whys
She holds me and comforts me in my time of need,
And bandages my heart when it starts to bleed.
(repeat)
Motorcyle angel, angel in my heart
Always with me so my life don't fall apart
My heavenly body, my winged delight,
Always has my back in life's wild fight.
So,
I never ride faster than my angel can fly
There is no need telling you all the whys
She holds me and comforts me in my time of need,
And bandages my heart when it starts to bleed.
(repeat)
REB (FEB 2012) Because my angel doesn't fly so fast
poem by Rik Bertrand
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Country Comfort
Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
Village children always fighting for fair share
And the six-o-nine goes roarin' down the creek
As Parson Lee prepares his service for next week
I saw grandma yesterday down at the store
Well she's really lookin' fine for eighty-four
And she asked me if some time I'd fix the barn
Poor old girl, she needs a man down on the farm
Chorus:
And it's good old country comforts in my bones
Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known
Just an old fashioned feeling in my bones
Country comforts and the road that's going home
Down at the mill they've got a new machine
Foreman says it cuts manpower by fifteen
"Oh, but that ain't natural" old man Grayson says
'cause he's a horse-drawn man until his dying days
(Chorus)
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Olney Hymn 57: The New Convert
The new-born child of gospel grace,
Like some fair tree when summer's nigh,
Beneath Emmanuel's shining face
Lifts up his blooming branch on high.
No fears he feels, he sees no foes,
No conflict yet his faith employs,
Nor has he learnt to whom he owes
The strength and peace his soul enjoys.
But sin soon darts its cruel sting,
And comforts sinking day by day,
What seem'd his own, a self-fed spring,
Proves but a brook that glides away.
When Gideon arm'd his numerous host,
The Lord soon made his numbers less;
And said, 'Lest Israel vainly boast,
My arm procured me this success!'
Thus will He bring our spirits down,
And draw our ebbing comforts low,
That saved by grace, but not our own,
We may not claim the praise we owe.
poem by William Cowper
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