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huddled together in the dark
this was the night
angels shepherds animals and kings
just there wondering
in lantern-light
and under neon signs
still the baby sleeps
and wakes
two thousand times
and when he wakes
what will he find
the texture of straw
faint sparklings
from the starship of our minds
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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When The Sun Sleeps
i thought you'd come back
at least i prayed (so i prayed)
the romance has been dead for years
but i've been too afraid
to dig the grave (so i prayed)
relief, support, never came
memories carry me through the days
of when we were kids
and angels came to watch us play
close my eyes
just for tonight
the sun still sleeps
and when she wakes
a movie that plays in my mind
remembering you helps me survive
every day a re-run of the next
i promised to stay by your side
that all would change
I can't complain
another victim of the game
close my eyes
just for tonight
the sun still sleeps
and when she wakes
maybe love will find us again
for there is always tomorrow
sincerely 'til the end
close my eyes
just for tonight
the sun still sleeps
and when she wakes
you'll be a memory
song performed by by Underoath
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The herd of sheep.
I wake up; the sun wakes up.
As I wake up the sun wakes up.
When I wake up the sun wakes up.
Since I wake up the sun wakes up.
Because I wake up the sun wakes up.
I shall show you the day;
I shall dispel the dark.
I shall show you the night-less day.
I am the seer, the prophet, the son of God.
I am the God incarnation.
The head told; the herd of sheep followed.
12.11.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When The Sun Sleep
I thought you'd come back at least i prayed
the romance has been dead for years
but i've been too afraid to dig the grave
relief support never came
memories carry me through the day
of when we were kids
and angels came to watch us play
close my eyes just for tonight
the sun still sleeps and when she wakes
a movie that plays in my mind
remembering you helps me survive
everyday a re-run of the next
i promised to stay by your side
that all would change i can't complain
another victim of the game
maybe love will find us again
for there is always tomorrow
sincerely til the end close my eyes
just for tonight the sun still sleeps
and when she wakes you'll be a memory
song performed by by Underoath
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Little Donkey /The Stable
Little Donkey fold your legs on straw so golden.
You are about to see a wondrous sight.
A couple, shepherds, and three wise kings
Following a star, out of the cold dark night
Inn keeper prepare a place of rest,
From where sheep once fed.
A fleece for a blanket,
With only straw for his head.
Hear the angels tell the news,
Our Savoir will be born this night.
Bethlehem his town of birth,
Far from fanfare, well out of sight. [chorus]
Let us remember our Jesus this Christmas eve,
Come all and worship Him.
Bring your gifts as if to Him,
The Lord of lords, and King of kings.
R.K.Hart 2004
The Shepherds in Judea
Oh, the Shepherds in Judea,
They are pacing to and fro.
For the air grows chill at twilight
And the weanling lambs are slow!
Leave, O lambs, the dripping sedges, quit the bramble and the brier,
Leave the fields of barley stubble, for we light the watching fire;
Twinkling fires across the twilight, and a bitter watch to keep,
Lest the prowlers come a-thieving where the flocks unguarded sleep.
Oh, the Shepherds in Judea,
They are singing soft and low—
Song the blessed angels taught them
All the centuries ago!
There was never roof to hide them, there were never walls to bind;
Stark they lie beneath the star-beams, whom the blessed angels find,
With the huddled flocks upstarting, wondering if they hear aright.
While the Kings come riding, riding, solemn shadows in the night.
Oh, the Shepherds in Judea,
They are thinking, as they go,
Of the light that broke their watching
On the hillside in the snow!—
Scattered snow along the hillside, white as springtime fleeces are,
With the whiter wings above them and the glory-streaming star—
Guiding-star across the housetops; never fear the Shepherds felt
Till they found the Babe in manger where the kindly cattle knelt.
Oh, the Shepherds in Judea!—
Do you think the Shepherds know
How the whole round earth is brightened
In the ruddy Christmas glow?
How the sighs are lost in laughter, and the laughter brings the tears,
As the thoughts of men go seeking back across the darkling years
Till they find the wayside stable that the star-led Wise Men found,
With the Shepherds, mute, adoring, and the glory shining round!
poem by Mary Austin
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Sleeps With Angels
She wasnt perfect
She had some trips of her own
He wasnt worried
At least he wasnt alone (too late)
He sleeps with angels (too soon)
Hes always on someones mind
He sleeps with angels (too late)
He sleeps with angels (too soon)
She was a teen queen
She saw the dark side of life
She made things happen
But when he did it that night
She ran up phone bills
She moved around from town to town (too late)
He sleeps with angels (too soon)
Hes always on someones mindhe sleeps with angels
He sleeps with angels
song performed by by Neil Young
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In his eyes
He lights me up
When immanently
I’m in his eyes.
He wakes me up
Almost always eminently
To sunnier; golden, skies.
He wakes me up
In his love; in the gentle
Wings of a turtle dove.
He warms me and then, but
Never the less burns in me
Surly even before, he sojourns, in me.
Oh yeah!
There is really nothing to disguise
Not even for the disenchanted to chastise.
When you find;
That in his love, for you!
Is a heart ache; never more true.
Never more a truer sign neon blue!
Than in those stigmata palms
Held out too you.
There is a world unremitting...
poem by Mark Heathcote
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The Shepherd's Wife's Song
Ah, what is love? It is a pretty thing,
As sweet unto a shepherd as a king,
And sweeter, too:
For kings have cares that wait upon a crown,
And cares can make the sweetest love to frown:
Ah then, ah then,
If country loves such sweet desires do gain,
What lady would not love a shepherd swain?
His flocks are folded; he comes home at night
As merry as a king in his delight,
And merrier, too:
For kings bethink them what the state require,
Where shepherds, careless, carol by the fire:
He kisseth first, then sits at blithe to eat
His cream and curds, as doth a king his meat,
And blither, too:
For kings have often fears when they do sup,
Where shepherds dread no poison in their cup:
To bed he goes, as wanton then, I ween,
As is a king in dalliance with a queen;
More wanton, too:
For kings have many griefs, affects to move,
Where shepherds have no greater grief than love:
Upon his couch of straw he sleeps as sound
As doth the king upon his bed of down;
More sounder, too:
For cares cause kings full oft their sleep to spill,
Where weary shepherds lie and snort their fill:
Thus, with his wife, he spends the year as blithe
As doth the king at every tide or sithe,
And blither, too:
For kings have wars and broils to take in hand,
Where shepherds laugh and love upon the land:
Ah then, ah then,
Since country loves such sweet desires do gain,
What lady would not love a shepherd swain?
poem by Robert Greene
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A Christmas Lullabay
A Christmas Lullaby
Sleep, baby, sleep! The Mother
sings:
Heaven's angels kneel and fold
their wings.
Sleep, baby, sleep!
With swathes of scented hay Thy
bed
By Mary's hand at eve was
spread.
Sleep, baby, sleep!
At midnight came the shepherds,
they
Whom seraphs wakened by the
way.
Sleep, baby, sleep!
And three kings from the East
afar,
Ere dawn came, guided by the
star.
Sleep, baby, sleep!
They brought Thee gifts of gold
and gems,
Pure orient pearls, rich diadems.
Sleep, baby, sleep!
Thou who liest slumbering there,
Art King of Kings, earth, ocean,
air.
Sleep, baby, sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep! The shepherds
sing:
Through heaven, through earth,
hosannas ring.
Sleep, baby, sleep!
poem by Akingbehin Daniel Murphy
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Suffer Little Children
Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And i'll lay me down
Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And i'll lay me down
Lesley-anne, with your pretty white beads
Oh john, you'll never be a man
You'll never see your home again
Oh manchester, so much to answer for
Edward, see those alluring lights ?
Tonight will be your very last night
A woman said : "i know my son is dead
I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head"
Hindley wakes and hindley says :
Hindley wakes, hindley wakes, hindley wakes, and says :
"oh, wherever he has gone, i have gone"
But fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
But fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
Hindley wakes and says :
Hindley wakes, hindley wakes, hindley wakes, and says :
"oh, whatever he has done, i have done"
But this is no easy ride
For a child cries :
"find me ... find me, nothing more
We are on a sullen misty moor
We may be dead and we may be gone
But we will be, we will be, we will be, right by your side
Until the day you die
This is no easy ride
We will haunt you when you laugh
Yes, you could say we're a team
You might sleep
You might sleep
You might sleep
But you will never dream !
Oh, you might sleep
But you will never dream !
You might sleep
But you will never dream !
Oh manchester, so much to answer for
Oh manchester, so much to answer for
Oh, find me, find me !
Find me !
I'll haunt you when you laugh
Oh, i'll haunt you when you laugh
You might sleep
But you will ...
Oh ...
Over the moors, i'm on the moors
Oh, over the moors
Oh, the child is on the moors
song performed by by Smiths
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Christmas Revisited
Two thousand years ago
In Bethlehem town, Oh,
A baby boy was born
In manger-shed forlorn!
He lay upon the hay,
Swaddled in cloths that day,
As watched Mary mother,
And Joseph, his father.
It was a cold, dark night;
There was just oil-lamp’s light;
But angels-choir sang song,
As bells near tolled ding-dong!
’Emmanuel’, his name;
The near-by shepherds came;
They worshipped babe boy-king,
As angels turned to sing.
Oh, what a heavenly sight!
The baby slept so tight;
He had brought joy to all,
Peace to men of good-will!
The boy was ‘King of kings’
For heaven, all earthlings!
The redeemer foretold,
For sinners of this world.
Bethlehem’s star stood there;
A phenomenon rare,
And brought the Magi three,
By camel-back to see!
It was a dream come true
Born was a Savior new,
Who shunned all pomp and show;
Rejoiced earth, heaven, Oh!
‘Hosanna in the high,
Sang angels in the sky! ’
Glory and thanks to God
For his love, mercy odd!
Spread Christmas cheer around
Spread peace, joy across world;
God’s kingdom is now nigh
If repentant, we die!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-16-2009
poem by John Celes
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You Won't Find Me There
I'd like to know what makes you stay
While your eyes still search for escape
You think that I don't feel the cold, baby
But I wait, while confessions unfold
You'll never make a living from reading minds
Or from getting your direction from exit signs
Look into your heart and you won't find me there
You won't find me where you hide, baby
And that makes us a matter of time
Like trees exposed by fall, baby
Time reveals it all
You'll never make a living from reading minds
Or from getting your direction from exit signs
Look into your heart and you won't find me there
Oooooooh...
Tell me you want to do everything
But you're stuck up to your knees
And I'm less likely pushed forward
By ambition than a breeze
But there's a flame that must be fanned, baby
And it appears as a beckoning hand
Don't think 'cause you're not talking, you're being kind
You've been getting your direction from exit signs
Look into your heart and you won't find me there
You won't find me
Oooh, there
You won't find, you won't find
You won't find me there, oooh
You won't find, you won't find
You won't find me there
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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The Change Has Come
THE change has come, and Helen sleeps—
Not sleeps; but wakes to greater deeps
Of wisdom, glory, truth, and light,
Than ever blessed her seeking sight,
In this low, long, lethargic night,
Worn out with strife
Which men call life.
The change has come, and who would say
'I would it were not come to-day'?
What were the respite till to-morrow?
Postponement of a certain sorrow,
From which each passing day would borrow!
Let grief be dumb,
The change has come.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Our heart oft times wakes when we sleep, and God can speak to that, either by words, by proverbs, by signs and similitudes, as well as if one was awake.
quote by John Bunyan
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Animals
I know what I need I need you
I cant see nothin else all I can see is you
I dont care what they say about my state of mind
I know whats good for me and you are just my kind
We are animals we are animals we are animals we are animals
I know what I want I want you
Shed your cloths forget your codes
You know this is nothing new
I smell your scent I taste your sweat
I feel this passion too
Lets trust our senses not our minds
Lets break all the rules
We are animals we are animals
We are animals we are animals
We are animals
We are animals
Come with me run with me leave this world behind
Come to me come with me I know that we will find
We are animals we are animals
We are animals we are animals
We are animals
We are animals
(m.charlton)
Copyright 1989 elgin music
song performed by by Nazareth
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Ultraviolet
Sometimes i feel like i don't know
Sometimes i feel like checkin' out
I want to get it wrong
Can't always be strong
And love it won't be long...
Oh sugar, don't you cry
Oh child, wipe the tears from your eyes
You know i need you to be strong
And the day is as dark as the night is long
Feel like trash, you make me feel clean
I'm in the black, can't see or be seen
Baby, baby, baby...light my way
(alright now)
Baby, baby, baby...light my way
You bury your treasure
Where it can't be found
But your love is like a secret
That's been passed around
There is a silence that comes to a house
Where no one can sleep
I guess it's the price of love
I know it's not cheap
(oh, come on)
Baby, baby, baby...light my way
(oh, come on)
Baby, baby, baby...light my way
Oh...ultraviolet...
Ultraviolet...
Ultraviolet...
Ultraviolet...
Baby, baby, baby...light my way
I remember
When we could sleep on stones
Now we lie together
In whispers and moans
When i was all messed up
And i had opera in my head
Your love was a light bulb
Hanging over my bed
Baby, baby, baby...light my way
(oh, come on)
Baby, baby, baby...light my way
Ultraviolet...
[repeat 4 times]
Baby, baby, baby...
Baby, baby, baby...
Baby, baby, baby...light my way
[repeat 3 times]
Baby, baby, baby...light my way
song performed by by U2
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Sleeping with the angels
sleeps keep the immortal soul at peace with
the eternity calls, the tranquility of our warm
heart recalls
as angels watch our deep snoring, every
breath wakes our imagination of what we want
in the most astonishing super hero of our dreams
the sole witness of our moving spirit to venture
beyond our human faculty, of being more than
we come to guide our steps for only
by following our strings of aspiration our mortal
body reaches beyond human satisfaction
lives not the fears of every immortal of tears, for
the night comes like lightning of the sky, swifting
thunders of the angels fury where echo of souls
cried for mercy, of the slaying angels of darkness
let every sleeps be a moment of unifying souls of
beauty, lying with angels memory, where each
stay is with in heaven's nest of rest, for every day
is a good sleep with an angel’s best
as you sleep, always make yourself happy, for in
every snoring, lying the angel’s touch of cooled
sleep, leaving you its angelic breath ready
to wake and see angels sleep
then you come to know that it’s the angels who sleep
with you...until Today
poem by Antonio Liao
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A Shepherd Boys Story
oh little shepherd boys, the animals are in your keep
oh little shepherd boys, why do you weep?
you saw the star and the angels on high
with a choir behind them, filling the sky.
you saw baby JESUS laying in the manger
surrounded by three kings, who were total strangers.
you saw mother MARY with her face all aglow
you was in the presence of our savior,
of which you did know.
the kings had given HIM gifts of gold
frank incense and myrrh.
but you had none of these things which you could share.
so you picked up your flute and you started to play.
and to this tune, the angels did sway.
they danced in the sky, with such joy in their hearts
and of this 'you was a big part'.
so do not weep, but give thanks to GOD
for you was there from the start.
that glorious day you had become shepherds of men
and your will, they could not bend.
you was the last two apostles of which
they did not know.
you spoke to all that would listen of that beautiful night
of when you witnessed JESUS in his infancy of might.
you brought men to seek the apostles
for the story of CHRIST
and listening to them, their hearts would enlight.
you and your flute are in GODS kingdom now
and they dance to your heavenly sound.
praise to you little shepherd boys.
poem by Louis Rams
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On Most Surfaces
The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury winters
and I cannot see
I walk into the white light of the snow
when the sun comes
I break it with my shadow
which tales me where I go
The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
I am the snow falling down on you
I tear up your face with my frost
And make you run to somewhere warm
When I come I see you get away
I burst out about your emptyness
The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury winters
and I cannot see
song performed by by The Gathering from Nighttime Birds
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7faces
Monday's child has a dirty face, Tuesday's child is full of disgrace, Wednesday's child is full of OH Nooooo, & Thursday's child has far to go, Friday's child is fun loving & gets ready to rock & Saturday's child sleeps it off till 5 o'clock, But the child who wakes on the sabbath day, wakes up & looks like alice cooper on a good day, what. where.when. & how the fook did I endup with this look
poem by Sally Ann Jackson
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