False Comforters Sing A Song Of Eternal Nothingness
False comforters sing a song of eternal nothingness
With idiotic praise
At God supposedly dead.
While those who need God
Know
A world without God
Is a world of Despair-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Song of the Soul
I sing a love song
to the world
to the world that suffers
prejudice, hate and war.
I sing a love song
to the world,
to the world that suffers
AIDS, drug and alcohol addiction.
I sing a love song
to the world,
to the world that suffers
domestic violence, child and sexual abuse.
I sing a love song
to the world,
to the world that suffers
pornography, pollution, and propaganda.
I sing a love song
to the world
Oh, come, sing a love song
with me.
When I Will Sing My Own Song
A time may come when i'll sing my own song,
And that time is coming fast.
I'll sing my own song,
Perhaps a lyrical song coloured with joy,
And maybe a dirge bursting with sorrow
A time will come then i'll sing my own song,
A song in praise of fallen heroes,
A song in huge honour of hunger
A song for incessant insecurity,
A song of unemployment.
One thing i don't know
Is whether the church will sing to this song,
And dance to its tunes, or make it
A song for offering of offerings
I don't know whether to make it secular;
If it be ungodly, perhaps it may be a hit.
When i'll sing my own song
Children will hop over hills in awe;
Mothers will sing its tune mutely,
And fathers will remain unsure whether to join
Not long, i will sing a song.
I will sing to my own song,
Then the world know i desired peace,
And love, and accord.
Then the world will know
I'm tired of wanton carnages,
And famines that breed hunger,
And being quagmired by floods,
And being mixed in hysteria
Of dirty and ethnical politics!
When i'll sing my own song,
I know it'll be long overdue.
It may never be heard anywhere
It may remain deep rooted within my heart;
Or i may never have money
To pay for its acceptance by the people!
poem by Eric Lungai
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A Black Hole of Dark Empty Nothingness
My world is a black hole of dark empty nothingness,
It rains blood all of the time,
I can't see most of the time,
I don't even know why I'm alive,
I should have died,
So, I cried.
The sun never shines,
It's dark all of the time,
I lay in my dark empty bed,
Staring at the nothingness,
I live in a world of darkness and despair,
My world is a black hole of dark empty nothingness.
I try to escape my fate,
But, I can't; for I am tied to my bed,
With the lies that lay in my head,
I scream but, there is no one that hears me,
Everyone fears me,
My world is a black hole of dark empty nothingness and that's all it is.
poem by Kayse Oberley
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Song of Sadness
Let the sadness sing
Make me believe in what use to be
Show me the truth when there's only lies
I want to see that there's hope in the midst of pain
I will wait for those days
Singing a soft song
A sad song
I am lost to this world
So far gone
I dream of another world
An unknown world
Where nothing matters but to sing
My song of sadness
It fabricates the dream and gives it sound
It tells me a different story each day
So there is no use in praying
For hope and strength
When in this world
There is no God.
So I shall sing this song
Sing it all day long
I'll pass it on when the day of death comes
But untill then...
Yes untill then..
I shall sing my sad, sad song.
poem by Janelle Morehart
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Sing
Sing, sing a song
Sing out loud
Sing out strong
Sing of good things not bad
Sing of happy not sad
(*) sing, sing a song
Make it simple to last
Your whole life long
Dont worry that its not
Good enough for anyone
Else to hear
Just sing, sing a song
La la la la la
La la la la la la...
Sing, sing a song
Let the world sing along
Sing of love there could be
Sing for you and for me
Repeat (*)
song performed by by Carpenters
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This Lost World In Darkness
I HATE THIS WORLD, I WANT A WORLD OF MY WISH
I WANT A WORLD OF MY SOUL LIKE,
I WANT A WORLD WITH NO BLOOD SHED,
I WANT A WORLD WITHOUT THE TERROR,
I WANT A WORLD WITHOUT THE FALSE PRAISE N LOVE,
I WANT A WORLD OF TRUE HOPE N LOVE,
I WANT A WORLD OF ANGELS TO SHOWER HAPPINESS,
I WANT A WORLD OF HAPPINESS,
I WANT A WORLD OF TRUE FRNDSHIP,
I WANT A WORLD WITHOUT THE FAKES,
I WANT A WORLD WHICH IS OF MY WAY,
I WANT TO CHANGE THIS WORLD,
I WANT A WORLD OF MIRACLE,
I WANT A WORLD OF MERCY,
I WANT A WORLD TO SHOW TRUE COLOURS OF LIFE,
I WANT A WORLD WITH A EALTHY COMPETITION,
I WANT A WORLD WITH NO COMPLICATION,
I WANT A WORLD WITH ALL THESE FANTASIES,
I WANT A WORLD OF IMPECCABILITY,
I WANT THIS WAY,
I HOPE THIS WAY IS MY WORLD
poem by Sindhuja Setti
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Sing Your Praise To The Lord
Sing your praise to the lord,
Come on everybody,
Stand up and sing...one more
Hallelujah,
Give your praise to the lord,
I can never tell you,
Just how much good...that its
Gonna do ya
Just to sing...anew...
The song your heart first learned to sing when he
First gave his life...to you...
The life goes on and so must the song,
You gotta sing...again...
The song born in your soul when you
First gave your heart...to him...
Sing his praises, once more
Sing your praise to the lord,
Come on everybody,
Stand up and sing...one more
Hallelujah,
Give your praise to the lord,
I can never tell you,
Just how much good...that its
Gonna do ya
Just to sing...aloud...
The song that someone is dying to hear
Down in the maddning crowd...
As you once were before your heard the song,
You gotta let them know...
The truth is a life to shine upon the way,
So maybe they...can go...
Sing his praises, once more
Sing your praise to the lord,
Come on everybody,
Stand up and sing...one more
Hallelujah,
Give your praise to the lord,
I can never tell you,
Just how much good...that its
Gonna do ya
Just to let the name of the lord...
Be praise, both for now, and evermore,
Praise him all ye servants,
Give him praise to the lord,
Come on everybody,
Stand up and sing...one more
Hallelujah,
Give your praise to the lord,
I can never tell you,
Just how much good...that its
Gonna do ya
Just to sing, sing sing...
Come on, sing, sing, sing...
I can hear you now, sing, sing, sing...
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Psalm 150
Praise the Lord of the morning
When the sun rises from its sleep
Praise the Lord for His excellent greatness
For His beauty makes me weep
Praise the Lord when the darkness falls
And the moon rises high above
Praise the Lord for His majestic glory
And His everlasting love
Praise the Lord in the winter
When the snow falls on the ground
Praise the Lord for His glorious presence
When we stand upon holy ground
Praise the Lord of the summer
When the days are warm and long
Praise the Lord for His magnificent splendor
And the saints shall sing a new song
Praise the Lord of the springtime
When the blossoms on the tree
Praise the Lord for His holiness
And for the Blood that set us free
Praise the Lord of the Autumn
When the leaves fall to the ground
Praise the Lord for His faithfulness
And that His grace abounds
Praise the Lord when your happy
And there's a smile upon your face
Praise the Lord for His mercy
And for His saving grace
Praise the Lord when you're in despair
And your pierced by a fiery dart
Praise the Lord for HIs loving kindness
That restores your broken heart
Praise the Lord with your last breath
As you lie upon your bed
Praise the Lord for His promises
To raise you from the dead
Praise the Lord for all eternity
As you gather around His throne
Praise the Lord for His incredible beauty
As you worship Him alone
Let trumpet, harp and timbrel praise
And dance before the King
Let all with breath praise the Lord
And with their voices sing
Hallelujah to the King of Kings
We worship and bow down
We sing to you forever more
And we will crown Him with many crowns
poem by Frank McEleny
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A Song Of The Seasons
Sing a song of Spring-time,
The world is going round,
Blown by the south wind:
Listen to its sound.
'Gurgle' goes the mill-wheel,
'Cluck' clucks the hen;
And it's O for a pretty girl
To kiss in the glen.
Sing a song of Summer,
The world is nearly still,
The mill-pond has gone to sleep,
And so has the mill.
Shall we go a-sailing,
Or shall we take a ride,
Or dream the afternoon away
Here, side by side?
Sing a song of Autumn,
The world is going back;
They glean in the corn-field,
And stamp on the stack.
Our boy, Charlie,
Tall, strong, and light:
He shoots all the day
And dances all the night.
Sing a song of Winter,
The world stops dead;
Under snowy coverlid
Flowers lie abed.
There's hunting for the young ones
And wine for the old,
And a sexton in the churchyard
Digging in the cold.
poem by William Cosmo Monkhouse
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May this mortal sing Your praise?
Mighty God Whom heavenly angels worship
may this mere mortal sing out Your praise?
For All Glorious God You are worth it.
Sing out my soul and His anthem raise!
I will tell salvations wondrous story
and of the way that He came to this earth
For this Awesome God in His great glory
entered our world when born by virgin birth.
Sing, yes sing of Him Who came to save you.
Hung there upon the cross and forgave you.
Died for you as though all the blame was His
Sing, for no greater love has man than this.
He is the Lord of every nation,
And the Ancient of Eternal Days.
He is the Author of our Salvation
So let us bring to Him our songs of praise
Were the World Writ to a Song
Were the world writ to a song
Of what men and maidens would we sing
What legendary endeavours would we praise
The tales and tributes of days now past
What chords would they strike in the night
Ah the song and melody of the earth
Gentle stranger of the spirited mind
That which we have seen and that we know
Is not all of the truth but more besides
And life is there for the living
However the hardships come to weigh
No still the song is sung evermore
Still the world turns while night greets day
Men and maidens go about their business
Beginning and ending stories to be sung
Were the world writ to a song
How would we all be played out
And what verse would we leave in memory
But the song to our lives is our story
Were the world writ to a song
How would I be sung
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Sing Along
I've an emptiness inside
That can only be describe
As a sad song
With the paint all peeling off
All the world i used to know
It's a sad song
He gave my life a meaning
When all hope inside had die
The he took the meaning back
And left me feeling oh disillusioned
He just walked out of my world
Like you'd walk out of a room
Oh you sad song
Sing along with my song
If you're lost and you're alone
Sing along if your song
Has theme of love gone wrong
Sing along and belong
Don't hold back we're growing strong
Sing along sing your song
Sing your sad your sad sad song
Ain't it strange the way life goes
First you're used and then disposed
Like a sad song
Saying love was just a word
Used to keep you hanging there
Like a sad song
You swallowed all those promises
So called upon you are
And following his footsteps
No matter just how far must follow
He just walked out of a room
Oh you sad song
Sing along with my song
If you're lost and you're alone
Sing along if your song
Has theme of love gone wrong
Sing along and belong
Don't hold back we're growing strong
Sing along sing your song
Sing your sad you sad sad song...
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Clinging To A Saving Hand
Sing Me A Song Of Praise And Glory
Help This Wandering Child To Understand
That When I Close My Eyes In Sleep Eternal
I'll Be Clinging To A Saving Hand
I Want You To Sing To Me About The Rock Of Ages
And Sing About Eternity So Sweet
So That When I Take My Last Breath Of Life
I'll Awaken At My Saviour's Feet
I Want You To Tell Me About Paul And Matthew
And Sing About My Dear Saviour's Birth
And Tell About His Trials And Tribulations
While He Walked Upon His Heathen Earth
Come On And Sing Me A Song Of Praise And Glory
Help This Wandering Child To Understand
That When I Close My Eyes In Sleep Eternal
I'll Be Clinging To A Saving Hand
I'll Be Clinging To A Saving Hand
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes from You Light Up My Life
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The Song We Sing Together In Joy Uplifts Us
THE SONG WE SING TOGETHER IN JOY UPLIFTS US
The song we sing together in joy uplifts us-
The praise of God is our own praise and inspiration -
When we pray with others
We become better with them -
The joy of Hallel
Is what gives the holiday its true tone-
Sing and praise-
Rejoice and love-
Our souls more near
God above.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Sing Your Song
Around and around we go
singing our song sweet and low,
our song of love,
and our song of life.
You choose what
you want to hear
springs eternal life
deaths eternal damnation
loves summer song
or winters heartache pose.
This life is yours
sing what you may.
Come sun and sprinkling shower
you can give a tune to everything
no matter what the hour.
Sing your song
to your hearts content
of loves ballad or deaths lament.
Sing your song to be heard
from highest hill to evening flower,
sing it high, sing it low,
but sing it anyway,
for life is for singing
the praises of being here.
29 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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Sing me a song, my love
Sing me a song of hope, my love
That I may not, despair
Sing me a song of strength, my love
That I may not give up, vigor fair
Sing me a song of beauty, my love
That I may raise my heart, in wonder
Sing me a song of truth, my love
That I may from it, strength discover
Sing me a song of pain, my love
That drapes my cross, with tranquility
Sing me a song of faith, my love
That I may go on, with equanimity
Sing me a song from your heart, my love
So mine beats in harmony
O sing me a song of love, my love
That I may love with soulful clarity
poem by Anita Atina
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Sing
(raposo)
Sing, sing a song
Sing out loud, sing out strong
Sing of good things, not bad
Sing out happy, not sad
Sing, sing a song
Make it simple
To last your whole life long
Dont worry if its not good enough
For anyone else to hear
Just sing, sing a song
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Chorus:
Sing, sing a song
Let the world sing along
Sing of love there could be
Sing for you and for me
Sing, sing a song
Make it simple
To last your whole life long
Dont worry if its not good enough
For anyone else to hear
Just sing, sing a song
(just sing, sing a song)
Just sing, sing a song
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la (to fade)
song performed by by Lea Salonga
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Peace Song
Music is away
My world is in pain
I try to murmur old song
Who's writer long ago was gone
Those years the world was in peace
That song used to be song
As song of love signs
Now Inside my soul still does survive an old peace song
But what is surrounded my world is a strange ugly song
Never I've heard it before
Nor to anyone of us
Strangers they are to us
With broken voice inside
I want to shout loud
Once again I want to sing the same old peace songs
But sad faces broken hearts
Are telling me to not sing any love song
poem by Majed Mora
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World of Empty Tombs
Sacrosanct blue waters pure and timeless
Eyes of the sun look upon the fields
Something inside belonging to mystery
The hope that we have not totally blown it
Feelings of nothing negotiated
Nothing for sale or on display
Deep in the eternal now
Self-discovery without fences
Warm meadows where butterflies sing
Rest deep in your dreams where love lives
So much of me is not here
So much lives in awe and in wonder
Beyond the karmic wheel
So much is innocent like beauty
Part of me plays in the resounding joy
The world of sureness is deeper than logic
Guardian angels live in this world
The world where roses sing praise
The world of empty tombs
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Fame
If I should die, to-day,
To-morrow, maybe, the world would see
Would waken from sleep, and say,
"Why here was talent! why here was worth!
Why here was a luminous light o' the earth.
A soul as free
As the winds of the sea:
To whom was given
A dower of heaven.
And fame, and name, and glory belongs
To this dead singer of living songs.
Bring hither a wreath, for the bride of death!"
And so they would praise me, and so they would raise me
Mayhap, a column, high over the bed
Where I should be lying, all cold and dead.
But I am a living poet!
Walking abroad in the sunlight of God,
Not lying asleep, where the clay worms creep,
And the cold world will not show it,
E'en when it sees that my song should please;
But sneering says: "Avaunt, with thy lays
Do not sing them, and do not bring them
Into this rustling, bustling life.
We have no time, for a jingling rhyme,
In this scene of hurrying, worrying strife."
And so I say, there is but one way
To win me a name, and bring me fame.
And that is, to die, and be buried low,
When the world would praise me, an hour or so.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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