I Am The Man That I Am The Sum Of All My Days
I am the man that I am the sum of all my days
but I desire to be the man God wants me to be.
God's working in me and changing my ways
like a potter moulding clay He's transforming me.
This man of flesh is being changed to be like his Lord
God reached down from heaven to this man on earth
and breathed His Spirit in me through His Living Word
kissed me with the kiss of life - The gift of new birth.
A new creation has begun in me through Jesus God's Son
O blessed Spirit complete the work I will not hinder You.
Make me like Christ and finish the work You have begun
for I desire to be like Jesus and do what You want me to.
Keep changing me into the man that you want me to be
that I may walk as Enoch did to love and care as you do.
I know not how much time is left upon this earth for me
but what I have got I give back to serve and worship you.
Great mercy You have shown in the things you have done
and I praise You for Your love during these difficult days.
True repentance I have shown and healing has now begun
in this wretched worldly man by an awesome God of grace.
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Be clay
Don’t be half-hearted about this –
be clay.
You know all about clay –
be clay.
Humble, submissive, reverent –
awaiting the Potter’s hands.
Enjoy that humility, that surrender –
feel already so near God.
Now the wheel begins to turn –
the Potter is here!
Feel His hands – the more you feel them,
the more you know the love in them.
Now you’re being shaped:
turned on the wheel like a dervish turns,
you’re becoming like that tall column of stillness,
rising from the centre of the whirling skirt;
still; in the memory of the Potter’s hands;
you recognise yourself who waited for you.
*
[leaning on the poems of Hafiz]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Butterfly Fly
Fly little butterfly fly, for you are beauty and free.
Ever changing, ever transforming.
I am changing, I am forming, I am growing.
Like a butterfly so beautiful and yet so free.
Always changing, always transforming.
I am that butterfly, I am beautiful but yet I am not free.
Open the window, let me fly for I am not a child anymore.
You have helped transform this cocoon into a beautiful butterfly.
Set me free. For if not it will wider and die,
like a flower when it gets no water.
Let me wonder, let me live, let me learn from my mistakes.
Don’t let me wider, don’t let me die just set this butterfly free.
Open the window, unlock the door and no matter how far I go.
I will always be your baby, no matter how old I grow.
poem by Elizabeth Gaytan
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Radical Change
Radical change occurs in all men, who from God are Born Again,
Born through the Spirit of Christ, and born again unto a New Life.
Change begins when you believe, as The Holy Spirit you receive,
This as Christ begins to reside, in The Spirit who now lives inside.
Change isn’t obvious at the start, but occurs if He’s in your heart,
Dwelling inside, to make you anew, helping you in all that you do.
You friend, now belong to Him, the One who died for all your sin,
And the new life that Christ gives, changes how the Believer lives.
God doesn’t change who we are, but changes us deeper and far,
Changes which go into Eternity, far greater than any eye can see.
The Lord truly changes everyone, who comes to accept His Son,
Changing the way we live, radically, as a testimony for all to see.
Changes we choose for The Lord; changes that won’t go ignored,
Radically changing all former ways, for living out remaining days.
Changes made by His power, transforming us each day and hour,
Through the power of His name, God creates in us lasting change.
From within God’s Spirit inspires, many changes to all our desires,
Directed by a power much higher, to guide every need and desire,
By Christ who had died for me, to direct my heart towards eternity,
With God’s power in my life, I’m radically changed for Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©03/2007)
Stone
The days have passed, nights are gone,
I'm still in love with a stone,
The seasons changed, the clay too came,
I still hold it with no moan,
The clay comes to me in so many shapes,
Wants me to hold it, whatever it may take,
But clay can hurt me, clay may fake,
Even if it's clay, I have a heart it can break,
The season may change,
The clay may go,
Slowing my heart beat,
All time low,
Stone is hard,
Stone is black,
Stone is emotionless,
Doesn't stab at back,
The clay, the stone, both make me die,
But if a stone does, even the clay may cry...
and I'll never ask why...
It's better to live with a stone,
not clay,
Clay is soft, but it hurts,
which is not the stone's way.....
poem by Apurva Jain
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In the spirit of Rumi - 29
O Caliphs of the world
who have executed so many saints
for daring to say that ‘I am God within myself’ –
If you yourselves are not God within yourselves,
then who are you to pronounce punishment
upon any other man?
And now, every man who carries
a sword, a dagger, bomb or gun
would think himself a Caliph,
messenger of the Lord…
how wrong they are.
Yet Allah, the great, the merciful beyond our understanding,
allows them to live on after their victims’ death - gives
a little time to know themselves
as the wheel of the potter, Destiny, turns for them,
before they return to Him
as clay to be reshaped in the Potter’s hands
or dry and crumble into dust.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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True Change
They live as if they don’t know, God above, as they come and go,
Always moving in and out of iniquity, as with eyes that cannot see.
They say that they really believe, and God’s Truth they did receive,
But, their own life has no proof, that they ever embraced The Truth.
Truth that changes how men live, through the Spirit, Christ will give,
Not just to some, but all men, who come to God, to be born again.
Sinful men, who by God’s love, are born anew, of the Spirit above,
God’s Holy Spirit, sent by Christ, to create in believers, a New Life.
The indwelling Spirit starts the change, when believing in the Name,
Of Jesus Christ, unto salvation, who then begins His New Creation.
Transforming our heart and mind, to leave our former ways behind,
Changing our wants and our ways, transforming lives to His Praise.
Through conviction, God will start, His brand new work in our heart,
Turning a heart and mind to Him, to move one from their life of sin,
Moving the heart, who truly trusts, away from sin and worldly lusts;
With open eyes they begin to see, the importance of Life Eternally.
That eternal life begins down here, in a heart moved by Godly fear,
Inspiring change in the present life, to honor our Lord Jesus Christ.
If in your heart there’s no change, while your life remains the same,
Maybe you have been deceived, because you never truly believed.
(Copyright ©09/2009)
Perfect Adultery
Nature’s game awarded the clay
To the potter’s neighbour
Who desires it not.
The potter finds his clay perchance
And longed to possess it whole, malleable and wet,
And when he does, it will become
A perfect adultery,
To the potter’s house she
Will go, to be molded whole and happy,
The potter is a good man they will say
But, good men though gentle and civil,
In things of love and romance, sometimes,
The animal in man takes over
And when it does, the potter’s act to claim his clay
Will become a perfect adultery,
When a woman young and inexperienced
Is lured into a marriage of baby making
By a man above his prime and manipulative,
When she’s abandoned in a romance of half moon
Per twelve circle,
She will yearn for love young and adventurous like hers’
To escape the boredom and loneliness of a single mother married,
When she abandon herself in a romance of young-full
Lover,
It will become a perfect adultery.
When a man gentle and pure
Falls into the hands of a woman that nags
In a matrimony of distrust,
When he stays away and befriends alcohol
And in his lighter brain finds a woman easy
And seductive,
He will submit to her bareback rough ride,
He will long for this escape at will
And when he does,
It will become a perfect adultery.
When adult-try relationship
Become a game of deceit and suspicion,
When couples seek an escape with another
Seen as compatible and trustful
And religion preaches sin of the flesh,
And nature thinks otherwise,
And the couples do their thing
Because separation is hard to get
And hypertension knocks at the door,
When they close their eyes in a romance
Of anything goes, it will be termed a
Perfect adultery,
Perfect adult-try?
Perfect adult-teen?
Perfect adult-tur?
Perfect adult-thorn
In the flesh?
©May,2010
poem by Akachukwu Chukwuemeka
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Mother Earth
Oh, mother earth,
With your fields of green
Once more laid down by the hungry hand
How long can you give and not receive
And feed this world ruled by greed
And feed this world ruled by greed.
Oh, ball of fire
In the summer sky
Your healing light, your parade of days
Are they betrayed by the men of power
Who hold this world in their changing hands
They hold the world in their changing hands.
Oh, freedom land
Can you let this go
Down to the streets where the numbers grow
Respect mother earth and her giving ways
Or trade away our childrens days
Or trade away our childrens days.
Respect mother earth and her giving ways
Or trade away our childrens days.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Can You, A Jar of clay?
How can a lowly piece of clay
Unto the Master Potter say:
'Let me be You for I am me,
Enough to be what I can be.'
Release me from Your Hand Divine,
Alone I stand, my life is mine.
My puny mental capacity
Can plan the course of the galaxy.
I will fix all worldly tangled mess,
Yes I can solve it with success -
Correct the climate, filter sunlight,
Outlive all beings though I'm finite.
I will cure diseases with one click,
Stop all wars, peace is quick.
From heaven pour all currency,
To rid the world of poverty.
In my spare time, piece of cake-
Rapists, murderers I will remake.
All these evils I will remove,
Just make me You, this I will prove.
I need no cross to save mankind,
That is passe and quite unkind.
I will set us up a world consortium,
I will even build my own asylum.
Make me You, I bet You will see
My little view is not blasphemy.
One more thing, God, can you tell?
For my info, is there a hell?
Then the Master Potter set
That jar of clay from earth's closet,
Released it from His Mighty Hand,
It broke to pieces, ground to sand.
Now just a sort of mild direction,
To jars of clay with like ambition-
Humbly think before you say,
You will run the world, can you...
a clay?
..................................... ..................................
August 10,2008
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Be My Only Lovey Dove (Quatrain)
Love is like a carnival
That has many rides
Love is like a deep ocean
With fast changing tides
Our love is like an airport
Its planes come and go
Love is like a train depot
Which does always flow
Our love is ever changing
It has many forms
Like the world its transforming
And its filled with storms
Know I will always love you
As love is above
And in my eyes you'll always
Be my only lovey dove
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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Certain As Can Be
Friend, as certain as anything can be, my life is set for eternity,
Not only in eternity will I stand, but presently I'm in God's hand,
Inscribed in the palm of my Lord, my life, by God isn't ignored,
It's fashioned daily by God's will, as His purpose He shall fulfill.
While God's the Potter I'm the clay, which He molds day to day,
Forming my life, per His desire, at times through a flood or fire,
For God's Purpose, not for mine, through every season of time,
Achieving purpose only God can, within the lives of mortal men.
Through it all God grants peace, as His presence doesn't cease,
Peace beyond what I understand, as God holds me in His hand,
Unfolding His Plan in my life, as I follow The Lord, Jesus Christ,
As God molds this lump of clay, around His purpose every day.
He works in ways I can't explain, so who am I to ever complain?
God, my Maker and The Creator, and He is my Lord and Savior,
Who came to be God's sacrifice, so that I could live in Paradise,
Not just to live upon this earth, but in a mansion of eternal worth.
Uncertainty here we're sure to see, but that pales next to eternity,
Where everything will be secure, and this my friend, forevermore,
A security we can't comprehend, from this place that has an end,
But this security we're assured, by Jesus Christ, the Eternal Lord.
(Copyright ©03/2012)
My School Days
Now-a-days where is that cheer,
unless i call up friends to have a beer,
Just like mist gone we are apart in many ways,
But where are my School days.
Now-a-days where is that enthusiasm,
for i bump into people with only sarcasm,
we sail world over on a ship,
unsuccessful even to strike a good friendship,
We have indeed drifted in many ways,
But where are my School days.
Now-a-days where is that laughter,
I hear just laughs to flatter,
true friends were those who where just there,
to say 'Hey we really care'
Scattered are we in many ways,
But where are my School days.
We are born with faces,
and now with a 'book',
we are now connected in many ways,
Where i come to cherish my School days.
poem by Deepak Calyampoondi
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Im Your Man
Here I go again
Finding it so hard to explain
The way I feel when I hold you near
Still it hurts when you cry
Maybe you think love has passed you by
Dont you know I need you so
But I guess you need to know
Im just a man, thats all I am
Im just a man, thats yours
Im yours you know Im yours
Life keeps changing key
Ill look to you please look back at me
See Im changing every day
Reaching out for happy days
But Im just a man thats all I am
Im just a man Im yours
Im simply yours
Life keeps changing key
Ill look to you please turn and look at me
Youll see Im changing every day
In my search for happy days
But then Im just a man
Thats all I am
Im just a man Im yours
Thats yours, simply yours
See me as I am, for Im just a man
Im just a man but Im yours
Oh Im yours Im simply yours
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Grace Along The Way
I need God’s Grace every day, to deal with people along the way,
Those people who appear to be, unruly at times and unkind to me.
I need to be a prevailing light, when I’m wronged, to do what’s right.
For when I enter my work place, men must see His love and grace.
Work is not the problem friend, but the people with whom I contend.
They’re not happy you can say, until they’ve ruined someone’s day.
They even make short days long, never seeing what they do wrong.
And it’s Grace that helps me cope, when there seems to be no hope.
Grace gives one an Eternal view, to temper all that you say and do.
All the wrong that’s done to me, is small when compared to Eternity.
Friend, I was once of that mind, and would say and do things unkind.
But Christ has truly set me free, from righting the wrong done to me.
Change in my life was wrought, when by Christ Jesus I was bought,
When Christ shed his blood for me, upon a wicked cross at Calvary.
It is the bloods transforming power, working in my heart every hour,
Transforming my ways of life, through the Holy Spirit sent by Christ.
My life must become a sacrifice, to draw other men to Jesus Christ.
And bitterness one can not afford, as a witness for Christ our Lord.
Friend, daily I must make a choice, to become embittered or rejoice,
So I rejoice in my Lord Jesus Christ, who died for me to give me life.
(Copyright ©11/2005)
The potter sleeps soundly, for no one would steal clay.
A Clay Vessel
The Lord has taken a vessel like me, and shaped it for an eternity.
An empty, cracked vessel like this, He has filled with Eternal Bliss.
All my sin, Christ has set apart, as God began a work in my heart.
He cleansed me first of all my sin, then He started a change within.
I am molded by God’s loving hand, in ways I may not understand.
God’s the potter and I’m the clay, to be molded in His perfect way.
Who am I to even think or say, in suggesting to God a better way?
For God lifted me out of the mire, to shape my life per His desire.
We are created for God’s pleasure, as part of His Eternal treasure.
We are given a New Life to glorify, Jesus Christ, who lives on high.
We’re here to serve The Living God, on this temporal earth we trod.
Friend, in this life, I can not ill afford, to question the will of my Lord.
God has my life under His control, along with every other living soul.
I’m just a tiny part of God’s plan, to bring His Salvation to every man.
And I am blessed as God uses me, in pointing other men to eternity.
To the cross of His Son Jesus Christ, the eternal author of every life.
God knows the plans He has for me, sure plans for future prosperity.
It may not seem to be of worth, compared to the values of this earth.
But as a part of God’s pleasure, He’s storing for me eternal treasure.
So one thing that I can surely say; I am so blessed to be God’s Clay.
People May Change But I Won't
I have witnessed the greatest act
People changing with their identity intact
Transforming from a worn slack
To all that they used to lack
Although these changes are great
I find I can not clean my slate
I will be forever everlasting
Truest feelings I will be masking
It's great to see change
At first it may seem strange
These people have found someone worth changing for
My agent of change has not yet walked through the door
poem by Steven Elsner
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Never Satisfied
Where do we go from here
There must be something near
Changing you, changing me forever
Places changes, faces change
Life is so very strange
Changing time, changing rhyme together
Theres no where else to go
This could be our last show
Changing dreams, changing schemes never
We are never satisfied
Love is gone, along with fun
Now were reaching for the gun
Changing cast, changing fast, no more tether
We are never satisfied
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Never Satisified
Where do we go from here
There must be something near
Changing you, changing me forever
Places changes, faces change
Life is so very strange
Changing time, changing rhyme together
Theres no where else to go
This could be our last show
Changing dreams, changing schemes never
We are never satisfied
Love is gone, along with fun
Now were reaching for the gun
Changing cast, changing fast, no more tether
We are never satisfied
song performed by by Judas Priest
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The day has come
Potter moulds clay;
A day would come
For the clay to mould man.
Man mould nature;
The day has come
For the nature to mould man.
26.03.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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