Don’t seek to help you.
If the God redeemed to you
The thing you had had
He would need to redeem it
To the one you got it from.
If the God assigned to you
The thing you had desired
He would need to assign it
To the one who would desire it.
What returns to you would return.
What comes to you would then go.
Don’t ask the God to redeem
Or assign anything in prayer.
26.02.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Don’t test the God
Don’t expect God to redeem what you’ve lost.
He has to redeem what you’ve got.
Don’t expect God to help you get what you crave.
He has to help others get what you’ve got.
Don’t pray for a win in a battle.
The rival will also pray to Him like that.
Don’t test Him. Don’t embarrass Him.
Ask Him to cleanse you, no more or no less.
26.02.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Wrapped In Light
The Lord wraps Himself in light, that darkness cannot penetrate,
Existing high above dark of night, in His Glorious, Eternal State,
His form no eye on earth has seen, by those of us on this earth,
Value believers soon shall glean; that for us will be eternal worth.
God rides on the clouds above, as those clouds are His chariot,
Above all the clouds He speaks of, is the throne where God sits,
Throned high above in majesty, the Blessed Savior Jesus Christ,
Who every believer’s eye will see, when we into enter Eternal Life.
God left the Light of His Throne, to enter earth’s darkness below,
Coming down to redeem His own, and yet, Him they didn’t know,
So another thing God would do, He turned to each gentile nation,
With a Covenant, that was new, offering to all souls His salvation.
Yet, The Lord shall return to Israel, when this present age is done,
To redeem that Nation, per His Will, as God’s Only Begotten Son,
Jesus Christ, rejected the first time, by God’s only chosen nation,
However, it was of God’s Design, in fulfilling His Holy Revelation.
Christ came, the Light of the world, to redeem men from the night,
His Good News is what we herald, pointing other men to His Light,
For God came to redeem all men, to offer mortal men Eternal Life,
When, by God they are Born Again, through His Son, Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©10/2011)
The only thing that will redeem mankind is cooperation.
quote by Bertrand Russell
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It's a Feeling Deeper
There is a certain meaning to it.
For people who are born to do this.
It's not on the surface to depict.
With an easy category to assign to it.
It's a feeling deeper.
There is a certain meaning to it.
For people who are born to do this.
It's just not what it appears to exist.
This 'thing' is deeper.
Below a surface reached for 'it'.
It's a feeling deeper.
That's deep.
Deeper,
And from below a surface that must be exposed.
This 'thing' gets deeper,
And those knowing it want it shown not kept unknown.
It's a feeling deeper that's deep.
Deeper that's deep.
It's a feeling deeper.
It's not on the surface to depict.
With an easy category to assign to it.
It's a feeling deeper that's deep.
Deeper that's deep.
It's just not what it appears to exist.
This 'thing' is deeper.
Below a surface reached for 'it'.
It's a feeling deeper that's deep.
Deeper that's deep.
It's a feeling deeper.
That's deep.
Deeper that's deep.
Deeper.
Deeper.
It's a feeling deeper.
That's deep.
Deeper that's deep.
Much deeper.
How can anyone connect it.
Deeper.
How can anyone connect it.
Deeper!
How can anyone connect it.
Deeper!
Much much deeper!
How can anyone connect it.
Deeper.
How can anyone connect it.
Deeper!
How can anyone connect it.
Deeper!
Much much deeper!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tribute to failed generation
When in a pensive mood
I sit and ponder
My life past
I wonder if I have
Failed my generation,
If I have faild my
National heroes
And then if I have
Failed my fathers
But then there are
So much I can do
To redeem my
Nation
So much I can do
To redeem my generation
Even when I grow old
I would have much still to do
To make positive
Impact
In peoples' lives.
But I would start
The change
By making a change
In my own self
And then in everything I do.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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The Prayer
My brother kneels, so saith Kabir,
To stone and brass in heathen wise,
But in my brother's voice I hear
My own unanswered agonies.
His God is as his fates assign,
His prayer is all the world's--and mine.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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It is one thing to take as a given that approximately 70 percent of an entering high school freshman class will not attend college, but to assign a particular child to a curriculum designed for that 70 percent closes off for that child the opportunity to attend college.
quote by James S. Coleman
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Adam Pos'd
Cou'd our First Father, at his toilsome Plough,
Thorns in his Path, and Labour on his Brow,
Cloath'd only in a rude, unpolish'd Skin,
Cou'd he a vain Fantastick Nymph have seen,
In all her Airs, in all her antick Graces,
Her various Fashions, and more various Faces;
How had it pos'd that Skill, which late assign'd
Just Appellations to Each several Kind!
A right Idea of the Sight to frame;
T'have guest from what New Element she came;
T'have hit the wav'ring Form, or giv'n this Thing a Name.
poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch
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Redeem The Time....
redeem the time...
tear down the lie!
build it back, board by board,
nail by nail, stone by stone,
with honest human hands.
seize the moment...
all that we have,
no tomorrow without today,
no today without
living and giving!
redeem the time...
put a human face on your god...
put a godly heart in your humanity!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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One Small Child
One small child had come for many, sent by God for men to believe,
And God would offer them plenty, if His Son they would only receive.
Sent through God’s chosen nation, many though were truly deceived,
Had rejected God and His Salvation, as His Son they never received.
The Lord would turn to others then, leading many men to understand,
In Christ they can be Born Again, in every nation and from every land,
So, all men can have abundant life, and all across God’s earth below,
Through God’s Son Jesus Christ, when as Savior, His Son they know.
This abundant life, Christ shall give, to each and every believing heart,
Helping us, in a powerful way, to live, by His Spirit, who won’t depart,
As The Spirit, who now lives inside, guides us from the dark of night,
Helping believers to always abide, in The Savior, through God’s Light.
A plentiful life through our Lord, believers receive from a Loving God,
Helping His own to live in one accord, across the many lands we trod.
No longer separated by our sin, for Christ redeemed us from our past,
Then we are given a new life in Him, which with God shall eternally last.
All this accomplished by The One, who came to the earth to be a King,
God’s Only Begotten Eternal Son, who eternally Rules over everything,
The one and only Messiah of Israel, who will return to redeem His Own,
As Christ returns to God’s Holy Hill, to Reign upon Jerusalem’s Throne.
Melancholia
The sickness of desire, that in dark days
Looks on the imagination of despair,
Forgetteth man, and stinteth God his praise;
Nor but in sleep findeth a cure for care.
Incertainty that once gave scope to dream
Of laughing enterprise and glory untold,
Is now a blackness that no stars redeem,
A wall of terror in a night of cold.
Fool! thou that hast impossibly desired
And now impatiently despairest, see
How nought is changed: Joy's wisdom is attired
Splendid for others' eyes if not for thee:
Not love or beauty or youth from earth is fled:
If they delite thee not, 'tis thou art dead.
poem by Robert Seymour Bridges
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Admonitions
boys
i don't promise you nothing
but this
what you pawn
i will redeem
what you steal
i will conceal
my private silence to
your public guilt
is all i got
girls
first time a white man
opens his fly
like a good thing
we'll just laugh
laugh real loud my
black women
children
when they ask you
why is your mama so funny
say
she is a poet
she don't have no sense
poem by Lucille Clifton
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Upon the Day of the Holy Innocents
Mournful Iudah shreeks and cries
At the obsequies
Of their babes, that cry
More that they lose the paps, then that they die.
He that came with life to all,
Brings the babes a funeral,
To redeem from slaughter Him
Who did redeem us all from sin.
They like Himself went spotless hence,
A sacrifice to Innocence;
Which now does ride
Trampling upon Herod's pride:
Passing from their fontinels of clay
To heaven, a milky and a bloody way.
All their tears and groans are dead
And they to rest and glory fled.
Lord, Who wert pleased so many babes should fall
Whil'st each sword hop'd that every of the all
Was the desirèd king: make us to be
In innocence like them, in glory, Thee.
poem by Jeremy Taylor
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My Desire Remained A Desire
My desire
Remained a desire
Never got fulfilled
So I decided
To make another desire,
I prayed to god
To give me strength
Not to desire
After few days
I asked god
What happened to?
My desire
Of not desiring
God said to me
Since you desired
Not to ever desire
If I fulfill it
You shall not get
What you desired
If I do not fulfill
Your desire
You shall keep on
Complaining
About unfulfilment
Of desire
So my advice is
Desire less
Remain contented
Do not expect much
As expectation breeds
Frustration
And frustration breeds
Anger
In anger one looses cool
Becomes
Rash and purposeless
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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The Home Of Love
Ever since You were the home of love for me, my love has lived where You have lived. Because of You, I have delighted in the wrath of my enemies; let them be, let them torment the one whom You tormented. It was from You that they learned their wrath, and I love them, for they hound the wounded one whom You struck down. Ever since You despised me, I have despised myself, for I will not honour what You despise. So be it, until Your anger has passed, and again You will redeem
Your own possession, which You once redeemed.**
**From the bondage of Egypt.
Translated by T. Carmi
poem by Yehudah HaLevi
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Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature?
quote by Charles Baudelaire
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Life Bottled is Death
I am a butterfly
I flitter about
I rest awhile
I soar
What makes me beautiful?
I could keep you guessing for hours.
Capture me with a lid and bowl
I will die before your eyes.
My wings loose desire, life vanishes from my soul.
As I sit in despair my heart returns to the cocoon.
Look at what you are missing,
life without rhythm to a butterflies tune.
Trust in the nature of a thing.
A butterfly flitters and flies,
it may return it may go.
Isn't that what makes it truly beautiful?
Who would watch a butterfly if we already knew it's next move?
Trust in the nature of a thing.
For a butterfly is always a butterfly
whether resting or soaring,
or tightly wrapped in a cocoon.
poem by Sarah Hughes
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We trifle when we assign limits to our desires, since nature hath set none.
quote by Christian Nestell Bovee
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Double Standard
So what if I'm just a little apprehensive
So what if I'm not exactly what I've led you to believe
It doesn't mean a thing
It's a total lie that we're expected to believe
There's no such thing as a level playing field
And I've never been one much for dependency
It's a fraud, your view of equality
So what if you don't believe the double standard
So what about everybody who comes after, are they the same?
Do they deserve a thing?
It doesn't matter how hard I have tried
Still I've given everything away
With nothing in return
I waited as I watched the world go by
Still I've given everything away with no return
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All Our Trials
All our trials and all our strife, have their roots in our spiritual life,
Friend we are not just anyone, for we are the image of God’s Son.
We were created more than whole; we were given a body and a soul.
All other creation is as you see, but we have been made for Eternity.
Placed in a garden with no strife, and we were given Eternal Life.
With God man had unfettered fellowship, then Satan entered into it.
Satan’s ploy had caused man to fall, but that my friend was not all.
Being banished from Paradise, started for all men a world of strife.
God no longer walked with them, as their fellowship came to an end.
Outside the garden it got worse, for on the earth God put a curse.
One thing lost in all this strife, was man’s assurance of Eternal Life,
When man takes his last breath, without God, he faces Eternal Death.
It’s from Adam that we inherit sin, that causes us deep grief within.
Friend it is this sin that causes strife, affecting each and every life.
All wicked trials, big and small, can be traced back to Adam’s fall.
And all evil emotions deep within, stem from Adam’s original sin.
Just as Adam caused all men to fall, Christ came to redeem us all,
To redeem us from a market of sin, that causes us bondage within.
He came in the midst of our strife, to restore to all men Eternal Life,
And give to all an inner peace, and a relationship that won’t cease.
(Copyright ©02/2005)