The crown and the cross
Who hails from you will hail you.
Who falls from you will curse you.
As steps to some and slips to some,
You wear a crown and bear the cross.
25.04.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Cross Africa Bears
The mysterious blackness scares;
It's the organic rhythm
Undecipherable by the Klan
Or souls from the bongo drums
That fracture bones of injustice
While stamping feet give us hope.
So we stamp,
We spin,
Raise our feet,
And dip in suns;
It's the cross of Africa we bear.
Hail! hail! hail!
Ancestors rise;
Hail! hail!
Tell us of blistered years,
How you overcame the shame,
How you survived the scorns;
Hail!
poem by Buxton Shippy
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Before You Wear The Crown
Before the crown we're called to wear
There is a cross that we must bear
Before He struggled up the Hill
He had to choose His Father's will
Before the victory was won
He had to say ' Thy will be done.'
And on the cross He did atone
But not before He prayed alone
If we desire to climb that hill
We must desire to do His will
For victory will not be won
Until we say ' Thy will be done.'
So if you will take up your cross
It'd serve you well to count the cost
For before He died to set you free
He died alone at Gethsemane
poem by Frank McEleny
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You Chose To Climb The Hill And Not Turn Back
'Father, not My will, but Yours be done, ' You said
then climbed the hill to the cross Your blood to shed.
There You chose to bear my pain and wear my shame
even though You were innocent and not to blame.
A load much heavier than the cross You bore
piercing deeper than the crown of thorns You wore.
You were smitten of God and forsaken too
when my sin came between the Father and You.
There lash by lash the price for each sin You paid
as all my guilt and shame upon You was laid.
Then 'It is finished, ' in victory You cried
as You bowed Your head upon that cross and died.
Deep waves of love and mercy flowed from the cross
as Your blood was poured out all my sins to wash.
They're gone as far as the East is from the West
and I'm now forgiven and so very blessed.
Because You hung there on the cross in my stead.
Because Your blood was upon the altar shed.
Because of You, Lord Jesus I can go free.
Because You chose the road to Calvary.
Scratching sensation
A pang of love is hard to bear
And yet how sweet it is to wear!
Like scratching sensation from scabby.!
21.07.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Still Falls the Rain
Still falls the Rain---
Dark as the world of man, black as our loss---
Blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails
Upon the Cross.
Still falls the Rain
With a sound like the pulse of the heart that is changed to the hammer-beat
In the Potter's Field, and the sound of the impious feet
On the Tomb:
Still falls the Rain
In the Field of Blood where the small hopes breed and the human brain
Nurtures its greed, that worm with the brow of Cain.
Still falls the Rain
At the feet of the Starved Man hung upon the Cross.
Christ that each day, each night, nails there, have mercy on us---
On Dives and on Lazarus:
Under the Rain the sore and the gold are as one.
Still falls the Rain---
Still falls the Blood from the Starved Man's wounded Side:
He bears in His Heart all wounds,---those of the light that died,
The last faint spark
In the self-murdered heart, the wounds of the sad uncomprehending dark,
The wounds of the baited bear---
The blind and weeping bear whom the keepers beat
On his helpless flesh... the tears of the hunted hare.
Still falls the Rain---
Then--- O Ile leape up to my God: who pulles me doune---
See, see where Christ's blood streames in the firmament:
It flows from the Brow we nailed upon the tree
Deep to the dying, to the thirsting heart
That holds the fires of the world,---dark-smirched with pain
As Caesar's laurel crown.
Then sounds the voice of One who like the heart of man
Was once a child who among beasts has lain---
"Still do I love, still shed my innocent light, my Blood, for thee."
poem by Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell
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Heavy Load
Orbison/price
At times it seems too rough, things just drag me down
Its hard to find the strength to just one more round
When I need help, I know where to go
cos youre the best friend that I could ever know
Being taught the words from you .... from what is true
Someone to share the pain that Im going through
And its a heavy load that I bear and its a heavy crown that I wear
As I travel down this road, its a heavy load, its a heavy load
Its a heavy load that I bear and its a heavy crown that I wear
So help me one more time, its such an uphill climb
As I travel down this road, its a heavy load
Lord its a heavy load, lord its a heavy load, lord its a heavy load
Lord its a heavy load, lord its a heavy load....
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Eternal Crowns
Christ, King of Kings was born a babe to grow and die in our stead,
He was honored with a scarlet robe a crown of thorns upon his head.
Although Christ was mocked and forced to wear an ugly crown of pain,
The faithful who should have died, they're promised a crown of gain.
Paul says that runners in a race receive a crown that will not last,
But we will receive Eternal Crowns that at Jesus' feet will be cast.
Paul even refers to those he led to Christ as his joy and his crown,
And these are people just like you and me from any city or any town.
But one won't receive a victor's crown unless he obeys all the rules,
This makes some adjust their pace to win, but not the simple fools.
But the man who perseveres under trials by fools who create strife,
And to those who love Him, God above has promised the Crown of life.
Many like Paul, on that day shall receive a Crown of righteousness,
This to all who longed for Jesus' return with a special Seriousness.
And for all the pastors who faithfully pointed all to the coming day,
Friend, they will receive a crown of glory that will never fade away.
And the Tribulation Saints tested with unheard of hate and strife,
Being faithful to the point of death, will receive the crown of life.
Then all will see The Son of Man with a crown of gold upon his head,
With a sickle harvesting souls, leaving behind the spiritually dead.
(Copyright © 06/2003)
To be a king and wear a crown is a thing more glorious to them that see it than it is pleasant to them that bear it.
quote by Elizabeth I
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We must wake ourselves up! Or somebody else will take our place, and bear our cross, and thereby rob us of our crown.
quote by William Booth
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Mortal Enemy
Let another cross his way-
She's the one will do the weeping!
Little need I fear he'll stray
Since I have his heart in keeping-
Let another hail him dear-
Little chance that he'll forget me!
Only need I curse and fear
Her he loved before he met me.
poem by Dorothy Parker
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True Friends!
True friends are like a stars
They shine upon on my sky
I look upon every while
To count them and admire
Oh true friends are so dear
And that's why i always fear
If one of them falls apart
I cry for them day and night
My True friends are all that i have
So how can i bear losing them
And if one of them walks away
My soul chase their foot steps night and day
May can find them to ask them why
True friends are like shining diamonds
That i hide them on my heart
I join them on my hands every while
To count them cause I fear
If one of them slips among off
my fingers then i'll die
Oh true friend are my breath
They give me hope to breath
I hide them in my heart oh how i fear
If one of them falls apart
I look for them day and night
And my heart cries bloody tears
If i can't find them oh how i fear
Because they are so dear
Oh True Friends stay near:
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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The Cross
Cross was
Crying and asking;
For god
Oh! ! god
All are think me
And pray me...
But;
I am a god...? ?
OH god..! ! !
What is this? ?
Oh my god
Wear you are...? ?
Wear you are...? ?
Cross was asking
And praying;
The god was not
Given any answer of
Cross prayer...! ! ! !
The cross was
Crying to much and
Stop the prayer....! ! ! !
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Hey Everyone, She’s AUTISTIC!
Hey everyone look here
It’s the girl with freaky hair
Oh my little does she care
This is an ode to freak shows
And silly dancers in the rain
Glistening cobwebs and rot
A fascination with plants in pots
Your funny sir the way you scream
You make my day with the dinner
I laugh again at this part
This is an ode to miserable old farts
So look at me and you shall see
I bear three heads and a crown
Even if my crown is thorns
I will wear it with pride
Because this is an ode to you dear one
And here I laugh again.
poem by Cheryl McDonnell
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Let me have my own cross! ! !
Let me carry my own cross,
on thy shoulder, not pause,
Let me have my own crown,
Lord, enough of that frown,
I am a soul, full of Karma,
on thy stage, no more drama,
everything visible very apt,
my ignorance and pride,
my evilness and wickedness.
I am a coward to pass it on,
I am a fool to believe it fun,
I am not innocent,
when my heart is dark,
I am not good,
when my mind is full of fog,
I am not sincere,
when my actions are deceitful,
I am a traitor,
when I betray thy rules.
Let me carry my own cross,
cross of my actions false.
Let me have my own crown,
an arrogant crown, full of poking iron,
Let me drink the soured acid,
acid to neutralize my weak base,
Let me have my own cross,
which is made of feather and floss.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Chant Of The Cross-Bearing Child
I bear dis cross dis many a mile.
O de cross-bearin' chile--
De cross-bearin' chile!
I bear dis cross 'long many a road
Wha' de pink ain't bloom' an' de grass done mowed.
O de cross-bearin' chile--
De cross-bearin' chile!
Hits on my conscience all dese days
Fo' ter bear de cross ut de good Lord lays
On my po' soul, an' ter lif my praise.
O de cross-bearin' chile--
De cross-bearin' chile!
I 's nigh-'bout weak ez I mos' kin be,
Yit de Marstah call an' He say,--'You 's free
Fo' ter 'cept dis cross, an' ter cringe yo' knee
To no n'er man in de worl' but me!'
O de cross-bearin' chile--
De cross-bearin' chile!
Says you guess wrong, ef I let you guess--
Says you 'spec' mo', an'-a you git less:--
Says you go eas', says you go wes',
An' whense you fine de road ut you like bes'
You betteh take ch'ice er any er de res'!
O de cross-bearin' chile--
De cross-bearin' chile!
He build my feet, an' He fix de signs
Dat de shoe hit pinch an' de shoe hit bines
Ef I on'y w'ah eights an-a wanter w'ah nines;
I hone fo' de rain, an' de sun hit shines,
An' whilse I hunt de sun, hits de rain I fines.--
O-a trim my lamp, an-a gyrd my lines!
O de cross-bearin' chile--
De cross-bearin' chile!
I wade de wet, an' I walk de dry:
I done tromp long, an' I done clim high;
An' I pilgrim on ter de jasper sky,
An' I taken de resk fo' ter cas' my eye
Wha' de Gate swing wide an' de Lord draw nigh,
An' de Trump hit blow, an' I hear de cry,--
'You lay dat cross down by an' by!--
O de Cross-bearin' Chile--
Do Cross-bearin' Chile!'
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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When Love Comes Tumbling
Ive had money, and Ive lost it
Seen an ocean, nearly crossed it
I have been to another world and I have returned
And for every high joy a hard lesson learnt
But when love comes tumbling down
I will wear a crown
Ive had power, Ive used and abused it
Tasted glory, I have wooed and refused it
Tried to live in a sacred way, I did and I did not
And for everything Ive lost, theres been something else Ive got
But when love comes tumbling down
I will wear a crown
Ive been up and Ive been down
Sometimes almost level with the ground
Once in every hundred years I can
Still remember who I am
Been in danger, I tried to face it
I saw a mirage, and for seven years I chased it
Im not through with my changes,
Ive got a long way still to run
Im going to play this show even if nobody comes
But when love comes tumbling down
When love comes tumbling down
When love comes tumbling down
I will wear a crown
song performed by by Waterboys
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Crown
Ive had money, and Ive lost it
Seen an ocean, nearly crossed it
I have been to another world and I have returned
And for every high joy a hard lesson learnt
But when love comes tumbling down
I will wear a crown
Ive had power, Ive used and abused it
Tasted glory, I have wooed and refused it
Tried to live in a sacred way, I did and I did not
And for everything Ive lost, theres been something else Ive got
But when love comes tumbling down
I will wear a crown
Ive been up and Ive been down
Sometimes almost level with the ground
Once in every hundred years I can
Still remember who I am
Been in danger, I tried to face it
I saw a mirage, and for seven years I chased it
Im not through with my changes,
Ive got a long way still to run
Im going to play this show even if nobody comes
But when love comes tumbling down
When love comes tumbling down
When love comes tumbling down
I will wear a crown
song performed by by Waterboys
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Russia, O My Russia, Hail!
Russia, O my Russia, hail!
Steeds as tempests flying,
Howling of the distant wolves,
Eagles high, shrill crying!
Hail, my Russia, hail! Hail high!
Hail thy green forests proud,
Hail thy silvery nightingales,
Hail Steppes and wind and cloud!
poem by Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy
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Its Not My Cross To Bear
I have not come, yeah, to testify
About our bad, bad misfortune and I aint here a wondrin why.
But Ill live on and Ill be strong
cause it just aint my cross to bear.
I sat down and wrote you a long letter, it was just the other day.
Said, sure as the sunrise, baby, tomorrow Ill be up and on my way.
But Ill live on and Ill be strong
cause it just aint my cross to bear.
But in the end, baby, long towards the end of your road,
Dont reach out for me, babe, cause Im not gonna carry your load.
But Ill live on and Ill be strong
cause it just aint my cross to bear.
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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Olney Hymn 43: Prayer For Patience
Lord, who hast suffer'd all for me,
My peace and pardon to procure,
The lighter cross I bear for Thee,
Help me with patience to endure.
The storm of loud repining hush;
I would in humble silence mourn;
Why should the unburnt, though burning bush,
Be angry as the crackling thorn?
Man should not faint at Thy rebuke,
Like Joshua falling on his face,
When the cursed thing that Achan took
Brought Israel into just disgrace.
Perhaps some golden wedge suppress'd,
Some secret sin offends my God;
Perhaps that Babylonish vest,
Self-righteousness, provokes the rod.
Ah! were I buffeted all day,
Mock'd, crown'd with thorns and spit upon,
I yet should have no right to say,
My great distress is mine alone.
Let me not angrily declare
No pain was ever sharp like mine,
Nor murmur at the cross I bear,
But rather weep, remembering Thine.
poem by William Cowper
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