Water
Owns all, possesses nothing,
Service bent, never spent
Ancestor of all living things,
Steams upward heat held glorified,
As stretching body of the sky
To draw down from heaven grace-
Shower made falls fast and thin
On oldest survivor, Earth-
All ears, listen through the ear
Of each dropp eternal music
Whose separate consciousness
Dances the rhythm of the waves.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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Heaven
The Lord God shall overwhelm, our hearts in that eternal realm,
With bodies that will last forever, while sin surrounds us never,
Now freed from all earthly strife, when we enter into eternal life,
Surrounded in an eternal peace, in a realm that shall not cease.
We will find nothing on earth, to compare with Heaven’s worth,
A pure realm of Eternal Bliss, filled with God’s Righteousness,
With all believers home in Heaven, far from our days of seven,
Now, a timeless realm with Christ, as we enter into Eternal Life.
All who The Lord calls His Own, shall gather around His Throne,
Where God will guide me and you, in Eternity, with much to do,
While we serve The King of kings, in His realm of eternal things,
And our service to Christ my friend, shall never come to an end.
With a new body, that shall last, forever, not bodies of the past,
Receiving eternal bodies, glorified, to live forever at God’s side,
Right by the side of Christ Jesus, for all eternity will be all of us,
All who came to Christ, in faith, all saved by God, by His Grace.
Grace, that allows us to enter in, a Holy Heaven, despite our sin,
Sin, which was cleansed at Calvary, to provide us Life Eternally,
For by His Blood we’re purified, so up in Heaven, we can reside,
With our God and Creator, thanks to Christ, our Lord and Savior.
When I Depart
My body now’s only a shell, where my spirit used to dwell,
No longer in this earthly tent, up to Heaven I’ve been sent,
Though on earth I have died, I’m now by my Savior’s side,
No longer in this body friend, to begin life that has no end.
Indeed on earth, I have died, but, now my body’s glorified,
I’ve risen as my Savior said, alive in Heaven far from dead,
While lifeless my body may be, I’ve passed to life eternally,
Now from earth I’ve departed, life with God has just started.
When on this earth I see death, I shall receive eternal breath,
Entering in that heavenly portal, I’ll receive a body immortal,
A new body to begin eternal life, with my Lord, Jesus Christ,
As I enter in that Eternal Door, to be with Christ forevermore.
Death again will see me never, as I will live with God forever,
In a mansion prepared for me, that I now can touch and see,
A place surpassing all my hope, a paradise of eternal scope,
A home granted to me by grace, to sit with God face to face.
Death was just to say goodbye, to meet with God up on high,
Where one day I’ll see you there, in a paradise, without a care,
For one day soon we will reunite, to be forever in God’s Light,
As death won’t stop us friend, from life with God, with no end.
(Copyright ©11/2010)
The Rhythm Of The Heat
Looking out the window
I see the red dust clear
High up on the red rock
Stands the shadow with the spear
The land here is strong
Strong beneath my feet
It feeds on the blood
It feeds on the heat
The rhythm is below me
The rhythm of the heat
The rhythm is around me
The rhythm has control
The rhythm is inside me
The rhythm has my soul
The rhythm of the heat
The rhythm of the heat
The rhythm of the heat
The rhythm of the heat
Drawn across the plainland
To the place that is higher
Drawn into the circle
That dances round the fire
We spit into out hands
And breathe across the palms
Raising them up high
Help open to the sun
Self-conscious, uncertain
Im showered with the dust
The spirit enter into me
And I submit to trust
Smash the radio
No outside voices here
Smash the watch
Cannot tear the day to shreds
Smash the camera
Cannot steal away the spirits
The rhythm is around me
The rhythm has control
The rhythm is inside me
The rhythm has my soul
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Rain
Atomized ocean, sun powered, airlifted,
With thunder and lightning, breaks
Eternal silence of infinite space.
Unknown what is it holding when it falls, yet
Blessed from above despite unclear sky,
As if immensity taps at our life
Either as celestial shower of mercy
Or world wide waterfalls of existence
Emptying itself on what the world survives-
Failed or excess, all is derailed.
What's by birth creation whole, unique taste,
Free its service, humanity its faith,
Ever bent to put on level with heaven
Man's earth turned desire.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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Music to Relax
Every beat, every tone
Music is rhythm of soul
Pop, Jazz and Country
Release all our worries
Music gives life a motion
Music controls every emotion
Music calms the mind
Music helps us – our way to find!
Music is inspiration
Music – full of imagination
Music has feelings
Music gives life a meaning
A Slow beat is silent word
A fast beat make you shrewd
Every moment its true worth
Music gives life – new birth
Music is melody
Music moves your body
Make people jump up and down
Spin in circles round and round
Music for celebration
Music for education
Music for entertainment
Music for refreshment
Listen to music to change your mood
Listen to music to keep you cool
Listen to music just to relax
Listen to music to make you sleep
poem by Divyesh J. Shah
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We grown-up people think that we appreciate music, but if we realized the sense that an infant has brought with it of appreciating sound and rhythm, we would never boast of knowing music. The infant is music itself. In the cradle it in moving its little arms and legs in a certain rhythm. And when our music falls on the ears of an infant it is of the lowest character compared with the music it is accustomed to.
quote by Inayat Khan
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You Have To Break
Even though it hurts
If you want some rhythm
To the music of the days
Otherwise
You’ll just leave yourself living
In the world of art dealers
You have to be alone
Even though it hurts
If you want to make
Some music to the ears
Otherwise
You’ll just leave yourself living
Amidst the white noise
It’s the price
Not hard to pay
If you really want to listen
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The price
You have to break
Even though it hurts
If you want some rhythm
To the music of the days
Otherwise
You’ll just leave yourself living
In the world of art dealers
You have to be alone
Even though it hurts
If you want to make
Some music to the ears
Otherwise
You’ll just leave yourself living
Amidst the white noise
It’s the price
Not hard to pay
If you really want to listen
Th
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Here She Comes
Here she comes
Breathing life in to my thoughts
There she goes
Leaves a portrait in my soul
Rolling in madness
She does everything to me
Wherever she goes you know the devil dances
And the gods lay down in defeat
Am I living
Crazy woman cant you see
That Im giving
Giving to you can you dig
Me
I wanna live
To learn the truth before my door
Dont you know
Im a simple man for all I know
This might be the hard way
But its easier for me
To take all the changes that are always amazin
But to never let em fence me in
Am I living
Crazy woman cant you see
That Im giving
Giving to you can you dig
Me
Me Im only searchin for the things I really need
I cant rely on anyone to sow and grow my seeds
I started out on empty promise I was living on my dreams
I was a runaway son and now Im up out of the water
And I can barely barely breathe
Rolling down the road
Rolling down the road
Rolling down the road
Rolling down the road
Rolling down the road
Listen listen
Hear the music play
Listen listen
Hear the music play yeah
Listen listen
Hear the music play
Listen listen
Hear the music play
Am I living
Crazy woman cant you see
That Im giving
Giving to you can you dig
Me
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Listen to the QUR'AN
words beyond time utter in most sacred way,
present to every man’s heart, for the way the
true infinite presence in the soul lives forever
in every distinctive way of life
oh most precious words of God done in the
ancient and glorified land, bless and shower
our destiny, the rising of the spirited soul will
always bring the immortality of your given
wisdom in our eternal faith we live
our lips open the salvation of your sacred
whisper for the words is our command and guide
each ears to listen the coming salvation of
the coming day of our LIFE
the heaven may come down and the sky will
bring us to the heaven, as the departed soul will
gracefully return to the Father’s hand ….
poem by Antonio Liao
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Music Love
Life is a dance floor, Love is the rhythm, and You are the music
that my heart beats to the rhythm, if the music stops so dus my heart that beated on the rhythm.but you
are my music to my ears, music to my ears that nobody can stop. cus your my music that i love and cant stop
loving and listening to, music that will never stop playing, music that keaps my heart beating on the rhythm of the music that will never stop playing
poem by Inno Goosen
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When The Late Night Burns Away
When the late night burns away with the morning sun
and darkness disappears
in the game of the blue sky
there is a kind of kindness,
suddenly some peace that falls on earth,
then all pain is missing
and you are suddenly amazed when you awake,
when the first rays of heat falls over your body;
then the sun is like a Godly flame
and on the floor
the splashing rays draw patterns,
when they peep in;
then suddenly you know that you are truly living,
when the birds stir,
you hear the first jubilant cries,
then you want to bow down before the presence of God.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Conga
Come on , shake your body baby, do the conga
I know you cant control yourself any longer
Come on , shake your body baby, do the conga
I know you cant control yourself any longer
Come on , shake your body baby, do the conga
I know you cant control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Dont you fight it til you tried it, do that conga beat
Everbody gather round now
Let your body feel the heat
Dont you worry if you cant dance;
Let the music move your feet
Its the rhythm of the island, and like the sugar cane so sweet
If you want to do the conga, youve got to listen to the beat
Come on , shake your body baby, do the conga
I know you cant control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Dont you fight it til you tried it, do that conga beat
Feel the fire of desire, as you dance the night away
cause tonight were gonna party, til we see the break of day
Better get yourself together, and hold on to what youve got
Once the music hits your system, theres no way your gonna stop
(repeat 3xs) come on , shake your body baby, do the conga
I know you cant control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Dont you fight it til you tried it, do that conga beat
Come on , shake your body baby, do the conga
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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When The Rain Comes
this i can tell to my nephew
that when the rain comes
all we do is listen to the rhythm
of its own sound
there is music to every dripping
rain at the gutters of
our soul
there is this feeling of having
to be with the cry of the
world
to be wet with its tears
to be divine
and pure
when the rain comes
there is the urge to dance under the sky
to be one with the earth
and rain as the link between the earth
and the sky
our limbs as paths
our feet as thirsty roots
our hands stretching
for more
of what is yet to come
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Want To Dance
I Want to Dance
I want to dance, but the music has stopped playing
My heart can�t stop, in mind my body keeps swaying
Sometimes a waltz, dancing till things are passed
My dance is my life, sometimes moving to fast
Must keep dancing, don�t let things catch up
Must keep it all in, mustn�t let all erupt?
The music is louder, don�t want to think anymore
With the dance so fast, I can still soar
Can�t let depression slip in, coming so close
Still at times sad, even with dance it still grows
Keep the music playing, go away sad thoughts
I am a survivor, of the battles I�ve fought
Now my battle has become, one with myself
So keep dancing in life, got to get off my shelf
The battles won, the music has started
Let the melody begin, as the sadness departs!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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The song of forever, the dance of now
Before the world began… did our Creator
contemplate the way it should begin?
the sweetest way to animate and order
all this glorious whole contains within?
The Hindus have no doubt: a sound, a dance,
were our beginning; every molecule
of Shiva’s body dances to the song;
his soul the music of eternal rule:
so should we dance our way through mortal life,
eternal music in our inner ear;
so make our life a flowing song, a flight
that sings immortal ether into air;
a sound, a dance, a rhythm; harmony;
from which soars each soul’s unique poetry..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Hope Christ Gives
Many may sorrow and may grieve, but, all those who truly believe,
Have a hope beyond this place, a hope provided by God’s Grace,
When at the passing of a soul, from the earth, they become whole,
And now in Heaven and at peace, in life with God that won’t cease.
Passing from earth, filled with sins, pure life in Heaven now begins,
As the soul enters into Eternal Life; all those who trust Jesus Christ,
And Born of God, from above, as they accepted the Savior’s Love,
When He died at Calvary for them, so that they could be born again.
Made alive in Christ, never to die, though a body before us may lie,
That body is only an earthly tent, while their soul, to Heaven is sent,
To a world that they’ve never seen, a place totally pure and pristine,
Where they shall be the same, but, absent of all struggles and pain.
Now absent of all worry and fears, there’s no more crying and tears;
We may be weeping at their death, but they now have eternal breath,
They’re living now to die no more, having begun to live forevermore,
Where there will be no more night, with the Lamb being all their Light.
This Eternal Hope is for all of us, who accept as Savior Christ Jesus,
This is a Hope for all of those, who know over death Christ has rose,
This future Hope for us is assured, when we know The Lamb as Lord,
Though He died, Christ now lives; this is that Hope, our Savior gives.
(Copyright ©01/2011)
The Latter Rain
Behold how the atomized droplets of the ocean
Are sun-powered and airlifted to the waiting clouds,
There to be electrified by God's thunder and lightning.
Hear how they break the eternal silence of infinite space!
Blessed from above, rain falls without fully falling,
As if its awesome immensity taps at our life -
Either as God's celestial shower of magnanimous mercy
Or worldwide cascading waterfalls of life's existence,
Revitalised rain emptying itself so that the world below survives!
Mankind's cleansed of its failure or excess, all is derailed...
What's ours by our birthright is creation in its wholeness.
Behold the rain, its service is free to one and all...
Its faith is in our universal humanity -
Ever bent by sin yet seeking that same level with Heaven,
We are like the rain, nourishing the weary Earth once more
With the repeated rapture of this wondrous redeeming desire.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Pondering My Real Home
At home is where I long to be, up in Heaven, through eternity,
Far above the celestial dome, in Heaven, up in my real home,
In that Mansion prepared for me, right beside the Crystal Sea,
Only passing through this place, going home by God's Grace.
I'm currently here in God's design, living life in temporal time,
But, while on this present earth, I experienced a spiritual birth,
Born Again, by The Spirit of God, given direction on this sod,
His new direction and destiny, that points me well into eternity.
Given, by Christ, a new heart, on God's agenda, until I depart,
Working for God here on earth, in His service of eternal worth,
Looking ahead to Heaven friend, as this life comes to an end,
With a beginning beyond this world, in an eternity yet unfurled.
Although I long to be home, still here I remain, yet not to roam,
But to be used in my earthly life, in the service of Jesus Christ,
To be a witness and a herald, of Good News, into all the world,
Sharing God's Truth of salvation, with all men in this generation.
With my journey directed by, my Lord God, Who reigns on high,
Directing my path as He chooses, as my life for Christ He uses,
While longing for home, I impart, God's Gospel, before I depart,
To be with God forevermore, in a home upon that Eternal Shore.
(Copyright ©11/2012)
Going Home
Going home sure sounds good, to be at home with the brotherhood.
Home with those who went before, now in the presence of The Lord.
Whether through that veil of death, when I take that very last breath,
Or at that time we upward abound, when we hear the trumpet sound.
A Christian’s death from this sod, is truly precious in the eyes of God.
As He takes you where you died, to bring you to Heaven by His side.
But the Rapture is a special hope, which gives men an eternal scope.
A hope that goes beyond this earth; a hope given to us by New Birth.
I do know that my Redeemer lives, and New Life to all men He gives.
God, who lives in Heaven up above, came to earth to show His love.
He sent His Only Son Jesus Christ, who died for all, to give men life.
Christ then returned to prepare a place, up in Heaven, by His Grace.
A place in Heaven for me and you, so where Christ is we will be too.
Christ has for us an Eternal Home, right beside His Glorious Throne.
Whether the rapture or death friend, this temporal world isn’t the end.
Our end on the earth is only a start, of the hope we have in our heart.
We’re passing by this temporal place, heading home by God’s Grace,
And we’re headed for a Mansion high, prepared for us above the sky.
My friend, home for us is in Eternity, where with God we’ll forever be,
For when we see the face of Christ, we’ll truly begin our Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©03/2006)