Ask In Soul's Need
ask in soul's need
gift receive
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sharing The Ultimate Gift
I want to share a special gift with you that God has given to me,
This gift like most others that you will receive is absolutely free.
However unlike other gifts that you may have received in the past,
This special gift and this one alone through all eternity will last.
Although you can't see this gift, it's the greatest you can receive,
This gift is not in a box, but in the heart of all those who believe.
And even though this gift is one of a kind and very special indeed,
You'll surely want to give this gift away as soon as it is received.
Don't be concerned about giving away something you didn't use,
For God said “Blessed are the feet of those who bring good news.”
This gift will surprise you on the day you decide to give it away,
You won't feel any loss at all with more to give the following day.
My friend you will be Eternally Grateful when you finally choose,
To truly embrace but give away this gift that you can never lose.
By now you know this gift is none other than Jesus Christ the Lord,
And your faithful sharing of this gift, by Him, will not be ignored.
For our Great Blessed Hope, who through the ages many have adored,
At His return will bring to all His faithful, an Everlasting Reward.
So the next gift you receive and think you'll treasure forevermore,
Remember that the only truly lasting gift is Jesus Christ The Lord.
(Copyright © 12/2002)
From Nothing at All
I can give nothing at all to you, yet daily Lord you see me through,
Supplying all I need and more, while asking nothing from me Lord.
Although I come to you with none, abundance I receive of the Son,
Christ bestows, quite abundantly, gifts and blessings down on me.
For all good gifts are from above, in the Father’s unchanging love,
Bestowed, upon all who believe; Blessings that we simply receive.
With these gifts bestowed on us, you Lord, take us into your trust,
That we use those gifts we receive, in helping all others to believe.
I come to you, without anything; you make me a child of The King,
His child through all of eternity, and all through the gift of Calvary,
Your Only Son, Jesus Christ, offered to all freely as our Sacrifice,
One special gift offered by Grace, to the entire, sinful human race,
Blessings we receive from you Lord, will continue on forevermore,
As the gift you offered at Calvary, is a New Life in Christ Eternally,
That begins on this earthly sod, to continue on with you dear God,
For by Grace you saved my soul, to make a sinner eternally whole.
This empty soul, you have filled, with heavenly gifts, as you willed,
For your Purpose and your Plan, to reach out to every single man.
For with each gift we play a part, in reaching for you a needy heart,
With the One Gift of Salvation, offered by The God of all Creation.
(Copyright ©09/2007)
Releasing and Receiving Gladness
I want my words to reach and heal you,
Like yours do that for me.
I want to say more than what has been said...
About why we are here and our destinies.
If I expressed to you my love,
I'm returning what I receive.
I know this may sound crazy to you...
But I 'feel' you...
And every thought with me you leave!
When I project my wishes,
For you to have the best...
I want you to receive that as if a gift.
A gift accepted,
From me you get!
My thoughts are quite mental...
Not physically confined!
You are there inside my heart.
And in my mind,
There you are all the time!
I want my words to reach and heal you,
Like yours do that for me.
I want to say more than what has been said...
About why we are here and our destinies.
And when I close my eyes,
I surround you with happiness.
You may not hear my voice at all,
But I am there...
Sharing my peace,
And releasing and receiving gladness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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and traumatic rudeness
a strayed dog in time of war and peace
a road to freedom leading to democrative moon is seen through
day and night.
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Gift
There are many gifts;
we give one another,
but the greatest gift
anyone can receive
is the gift of unconditional love.
It comes in many forms
from that which we give our partner
and that which we give our friends.
We receive it readily
always never trying to abuse
the trust that comes with it
when we receive
the greatest gift
of unconditional love.
10 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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Your Gift
Every night
going to bed,
I pray
for another
box of dream
In the dream
I receive
a gift
Your gift
Is larger
than words
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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Amazing Grace
Amazing Grace, how sweet God is, and all because of this,
The Gift He sent upon a Cross, God’s Gift to all those lost,
A gift that is deserved by none, the Gift of God’s own Son,
Our Blessed Savior, Jesus Christ, who came to give us life.
His Grace reaches far and wide, and no one shall be denied,
Who comes by faith to Him, Christ, who died for all their sin,
And all who seek His face, receive from Him amazing Grace,
Grace that opens up that door, to life with God forevermore.
It is a Grace that’s from above, guiding us here by His love,
A love that sent His only Son, to be the Savior of everyone,
With His love, comes a peace, that from God will not cease,
Peace unlike the world’s friend, inner peace that has no end.
God’s Grace truly changes men, in Christ they’re born again,
Sinful men of this earth, now bound for heaven by new birth,
Fallen men, now changed for life, in a world where sin is rife,
Now living life for the Lord, since His Grace was not ignored.
Grace will soften a hard heart, giving a life a brand new start,
By giving a soul eyes to see, God’s Truth, regarding eternity,
Turning a soul to the place, where they receive saving Grace,
At the Cross of Calvary, where Grace began for you and me.
(Copyright ©09/200)
The Gift Was Given To Me
THE TGIFT WAS GIVEN TO ME
The Gift was given to me
and new worlds within
could be found and made
again and again-
If I wanted the Stars in my words
They would play their Light for me-
If I wanted Darkness
Heavens and Hells have their loss in long songs-
I knew I could write and write
many imaginary and many real things-
But what did it all mean?
I was only one more soul
in a universe where God
has given many many words
amd many many gifts
many clearly greater than mine-
What are all my searchings and singings
for Beauty and Love and Goodness
If God does not need them?
I was given a gift
and it may be I am mocked for my gift-
So I write these words too in fear, in gratitude, in irony.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Receive
This beautiful gift You have given me...
I receive.
And grateful I am blessed,
It is yet from the peak...
Of its bloom unfolding.
I receive this breath of life You give.
I admit I am inquisitive...
To witness an obstacle that sits.
And You assist with a lift of it,
Off my path.
The faith I have,
Does not ask of You how this is done.
I receive my challenges,
In all ways they come to be wrapped.
To let me know my life...
Is full of assorted delights.
Some I may or may not like,
But they are mine.
And I receive what it is You wish for me.
In prayer everyday in the way I know I can...
I thank You.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gift
a living treasure that everybody wish, a pleasure
that each one desire to reach, an innate passion
that return where it belongs
leaving all alone is but a new way of knowing what
the world drifted the vessel of immortality of its
existence, nay apace the angels of heaven, but
elude the sting of what is death whose own
happiness shout the joy of what life had achieve
what is bought is not worth to receive, and what is
given is of everything to cherish the essence of a
gift, it’s a heart that gives and the spirit that receive
of nothingness to repay
priceless recompense makes the whole world see
the value of what is given, a gift that never tells the
head and only the heart that feels the wonderful
spirit of acceptance every souls remised
take it, for a gift is a gift unless it is freely shared to
any one who believes that life is a gift to salute
the beginning of what is the origin of everything, a
venue to live that life is gift to give until it leaves
nothing to remember
that you are what you are, who exist......amongst
every lives TODAY
poem by Antonio Liao
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Sent the Same Gift
They all were sent the same gift.
Very few of them recognized it...
For what it was!
Since they were accustomed,
To entertain their limitations.
Some took the gift and respected it.
And they became lifted...
By the feeling they got from it.
And they knew it for what it was.
Becoming grateful it had been given!
Others dismissed it with disrespect.
And lived lives beset by conflicts and regret.
As the gift just sat.
Gleaming in the midst...
Of an environment rusting.
Surrounded,
By a distrusting and weakened people.
Taught they were...
To pray and receive on their knees.
And there they stayed,
Seeking!
As the gift observed this,
And laughed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I Had The Gift To Inspire You With Heroic Words
If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would tell you that I do not fear death
And that against Time and its ruins
I will stand strong to the end-
If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would tell you that at the hardest times the darkest times
One’s inner light must light the way again-
I would tell you that beyond every inhumane cruel challenge
Can come your most saving action-
If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would say that we need not ever be afraid of anyone or anything again-
But I do not have the gift and I do not have such courage-
I have only the examples of others more heroic than me
That seem to come from another universe
And have powers I never knew humans could have-
If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would say ‘Go to Others More Courageous than me
They will lead you to great victories
And with them you can sing to the end of your days
Praise and praise again for what you are'-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Gift...
An angel travels far from distant lands,
Carrying gifts with outstreched hands.
Through lifes storms she makes her way,
With plans to bring about a far better day...
To each she has gifted a different prize,
That shall surely peer through the shroud of lies.
We must end horror and suffering against one another,
No more pain to a child, no more grief to a mother...
Compassion and understanding we should all embrace,
For only then can we make a truly happy place.
Even though I knew what my angel had in store,
The gift I receive has shaken me to the core...
My hands tremble, my soul engulfed in emotional fires,
Affraid I might not have the strength that this gift requires.
What have I done to deserve this gift from above?
For nothing carries more pain than the gift of love...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Today... 'The Giver of Every Good and Perfect Gift
God's Unspeakable Gift descended down from heaven
when from the Father of Lights to earth it was given.
The Giver of Every Good and Perfect Gift shows
no variation and no shadow of turning knows.
For every good and perfect gift comes from above
and is bestowed upon men from the Father of Love.
With His arms outstretched reaching out to all who believe
He brings the gift of forgiveness for us to receive.
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)
Greatest Christmas Gift
The greatest gift man has ever received
Came wrapped in swaddling cloth
Laid open on the cross
So all could receive the gift
Of heaven
poem by David Kush
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Christmas At Its Best
To know Christmas at its best, you must come to Christ and rest,
Far from that weary holiday time, into that Light, which is sublime,
For a real meaning to this season, one with a true spiritual reason,
Beyond the songs this world sings, to The Lord of Eternal Things.
Away from all that holiday rush, God brings upon the soul a hush,
Quieting both the heart and mind, to find that gift of another kind,
This really is that special gift, not gained by one’s shopping thrift,
The Gift provided by God’s Grace, one in which you gain by faith.
Men only need to rest and pause, ignoring trees and Santa Claus,
Looking for the deeper meaning, as they seek a spiritual gleaning,
From the unmatched Gift of love, presented by The Father above,
As He presented to men His Son, the Gift from God for everyone.
The Gift of God’s Son Jesus Christ, truly changes a receiver’s life,
Unlike any other gift on this earth, Christ gives to one a New Birth,
Born Again of The Spirit of God, while present on this earthly sod,
Born from above into God’s Family, not for a season but eternally.
Not only does God offer us rest, but, the Gift of Christ is the best,
His Gift, not available in a store, offers the receiver so much more,
Unlike all gifts from seasons past, the Lord’s Gift will eternally last,
For when in Christ you do believe, eternal life with Him you receive.
(Copyright ©12/2009)
Life's A Gift
Life’s a gift for you to send
Life’s a gift for god to end
Life’s a gift now you’re with me
Life’s a gift for all to see
Life’s a gift when love is true
Life’s a gift when times look blue
Life’s a gift with the one you trust
Life’s a gift even if UN just
Life’s a gift a ray of sun
Life’s a gift though your heads held to a gun
Life’s a gift when its handed on a tray
Life’s a gift even though it’s always on display
Life’s a gift it’s hard to understand how
Life’s a gift so take advantage of it now
poem by SharonAnn Dawson
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My deep Slumber.....
in the great field that a thousand wonders i lie my
head; seeing of nothing for nobody understand; i
kept on shouting but only a feeling of distress tangle
my heart, as the world of ecstasy wonder to my
deepest blues of my experience, responded to my
inquires that I am not a loser
my tears hope to see the emptiness of my heart,
waking me up to find the real me in this given world;
now that all seems the light is waiting me to touch,
and my eagerness find the star has limit my vision
of looking in the future of my step, i repose and say
to thy Almighty Lord, thank you
leave me not to my deepest blues slumber of my life;
the way i receive is nothing most than a hope of
love and a care that leads me to your eternal kingdom,
as a wishing star of a child waiting the splendid light
to gallops my face, till time i breathe no more in my
soul and passion my call Lord and ask nothing from
your shielded heart of openness
my heart is ready my Lord, and the chariot of your
vessel ride my soul, until i return my precious gift i
receive; the happy life and the joy of my journey
...... thank you
“a poem dedicated to those who receive the gift of
sleepless moment of deep slumber...in Comatose state'
.....please...wake them up by reading this poem near
to their ear.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Love of the Truth
'They perish because they did not receive the love of
the truth, that they might be saved.' 2 Thess.2: 10
There is a receiving of 'the truth', and a receiving of
'the love of the truth'. These two things widely differ.
To receive the truth will not necessarily save; for many
who receive the truth, never receive 'the love of the truth'.
Professors by thousands receive the truth into their
judgment, and adopt the plan of salvation as their creed;
but are neither saved nor sanctified thereby. But to receive
'the love of the truth' by Jesus being made sweet and
precious to the soul, is to receive salvation itself.
'Yes, He is very precious to you who believe.' 1 Peter 2: 7
(J. C. Philpot, 'The Valley of Achor' 1861)
poem by Mary Wismer
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A proverb is much matter distilled into few words.
quote by R. Buckminster Fuller
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