a world yet saved Pt.2
When | we look at Christ...
...here's what we see:
a world void of fog,
a world void of slack,
a world void of loopholes and riches and gain.
a world blessed with loss,
a world blessed with hope,
a world blessed with GOD'S word and HIS cross and life.
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Joy In A Dark World
Though this world may be sad, The Lord Jesus makes one glad,
A Fortress for you in any place, surrounding you with His Grace,
Providing you joy, deep inside, that, by a world can't be denied,
While filling you with God's Light, in a world where wrong is right.
Living in this world, without hope, The Lord Jesus helps us cope,
Filling us with a joy and peace, that in a dark world will not cease,
Christ is the Blessed Hope for us, all who believe in Christ Jesus,
Being led by His staff and rod; are all who have this hope in God.
Hope in God the world does not have, so they use political salve,
While leaders say believe in me, and we'll have peace and safety,
A tactic that's perpetrated by, Satan, leading all to the ultimate lie,
That he alone is Almighty God, to be worshiped by all on this sod,
All shall only get darker dear friend, as this Age comes to an end,
Men spoofed and souls deceived, as Truth, they haven't received,
Yet, they'll believe words of men; deceptive lies of how and when,
Peace will be ushered in by them, a plan God above will condemn!
The world's lack of righteousness, can weary those in Christ Jesus,
While in this world we are annoyed, but, in Christ we are overjoyed,
In our Hope, that's beyond this world, in a time that is yet unfurled,
That time we'll enter into Eternal Life, with our Savior, Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©06/2012)
Ban The Void
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Grandma stopped baking cakes.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Brought me my first heartbreak.
Tch.
Ban the void.
I told her I couldn't take it.
She 'had' to bake another cake for me!
Tch.
Ban the void.
She said she was going on strike!
Tch.
Ban the void.
And even though I didn't like it!
Tch.
Ban the void.
She's not gonna cook in the kitchen,
She's itching to do something else to please!
Tch
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
She brought herself a brand new car.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
And drove to wherever she wanted.
Tch.
Ban the void.
She said she had her own special needs.
And will come and go whenever that need pleases!
Tch.
Ban the void.
I got so annoyed...
And I tried to stop that void deep down in me!
Oh...
Ban the void!
I couldn't go to sleep!
I dreamt of grandma's baking,
And it teased me!
I even cried my eyes.
But grandma's sweet potato pie kept creepin'.
Oh...
Ban the void!
Ban the void!
Oh...
Ban the void.
Grandma loved her brand new car.
And never got one ticket,
For her speedin'!
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Ban the void.
Oh...
Dedicated To:
In loving memory...
Clara Louise Countryman Pertillar
'Miss you, grandma! '
Love,
Larry
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Is Vast
The vastness of life improves when you submerge,
Into the oceans of brilliance is the cure of illness.
Future has feuds of finesse, submerging like clouds,
Offending the general sky, as if the world mattered.
The fuel of fire is vast, so very vast so that we beg,
The fires are out and they are pushed out to the void.
A void is a vacuum too bigger than the world
Or any black hole, or any night-object.
The world is far away in a place too darker,
Darkness was vast for life, vaster than the mind.
poem by Naveed Akram
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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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A Separate World
A world within this world...
a world apart from this;
apart from all forms void of peace...
from turmoil, grief, from morbid space.
Apart from all uncleanliness,
from stains of worldly sins.
Apart from mists of darkness,
a world with parted veils.
A world where hearts and souls are sealed,
where mortals and immortals meet;
which gates of pearly white I see
in stones these words engraved:
'Holiness to the Lord. The house of the Lord.'
- a world I knew... a world with you.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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A True Blessed Hope
Christ is indeed for us my friend, our true Blessed Hope for the end,
He is our Blessed Hope my friend, in that we will see a brighter end.
This Hope is something we can’t see, that we can know is sure to be.
And this hope is for all who come, to a living faith in God’s Only Son.
In Jesus Christ we’re set apart, through faith in Him at the very start,
We’re set apart when we’re saved, from a world that’s quite depraved.
We’re seated in a Heavenly place, through the work of Saving Grace,
And sealed by The Spirit of God, and protected in this world we trod.
Placed on a much different path, and saved so we don’t suffer wrath.
The Wrath of God is sure to come, but not on men who love The Son.
We’re sealed until our redemption, and my friend there’s no exemption,
Once He comes to live in our heart, Christ my friend will never depart.
The Man of Sin is being held at bay, and he shall be up until that day.
Being held back until that very hour, by The Spirit’s restraining Power.
An hour of trial coming upon men, left on earth following Satan’s plan.
Our light will not in the world, when Satan’s darkened plan is unfurled.
For he will be revealed on the day, when The Holy Spirit is taken away.
And that’s the day my dear friend, Believers shall see the brighter end.
For on that day Christ will descend, to the clouds to meet us my friend.
And every believer will one day see, what for many today is a mystery.
The Blessed Hope brings us Salvation, while all others face tribulation.
Jesus is our Blessed Hope indeed, and all the assurance that we need.
Friend there can be no denial, that we’ll be kept from that hour of trial.
Jesus will keep us from that hour, by His Grace and Sovereign Power.
(Copyright ©03/2005)
Wake Not My Sleeping Child
Wake not my sleeping child
This world awaits not thy vision,
Talk not my sleeping child
This world listens to no one,
Move not my sleeping child
This world senses every vibration!
Think not my sleeping child
This world is void of thoughts.
Live not my sleeping child,
This world offers nothing but death!
Lie in my arms in perfect numbness…
This world will spare you its camaraderie!
poem by Anuradha Datta
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If I am the dropp the morning conceived
Let me be that water oh beautiful
That comes to your lip and makes you heart speak
That leaks through its holes into the world
Where the world is but a place to be
Next to your smile and close to your hand
Hugging the edges of dawn
Hear me there say the moment will rise
To time void of flow and eyes void of tears
In memory blue at the door of paradise
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Blessed Be Your Name - Hillsong
Blessed be Your name,
In the land that is plentiful.
Where Your streams of abundance flow,
Blessed be Your name.
Blessed be Your name,
When I'm found in the desert place.
When I walk through the wilderness,
Blessed be Your name.
Every blessing You pour out,
I'll turn back to praise.
When the darkness closes in,
Lord, still, I will say:
(Chorus)
Blessed be the name of the Lord,
Blessed be Your name.
Blessed be the name of the Lord,
Blessed be Your glorious name.
Blessed be Your name,
When the sun's shining down on me.
When the world's all as it should be,
Blessed be Your name.
Blessed be Your name,
On the road marked with suffering.
When there's pain in the offering,
Blessed be Your name.
Every blessing You pour out,
I'll turn back to praise.
When the darkness closes in,
Lord, still, I will say:
(Chorus) x 2
You give and take away,
You give and take away.
My heart will choose to say,
Lord, blessed be Your name. x 2
(Chorus) x 2
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Life’s Standing Law
Law to arrogance void of sight
To prideful souls astray
Blessed is the heart with Truth &Light
Revealing Heaven’s Way
Blessed is the child humble at heart
The meek on bended knee
Surely The Lord will peace impart
And set bound spirits free
Blessed is the man woman and child
Who seek Salvation’s Dawn
Who’ve quit their wayward running wild
To find their souls reborn
Blessed is the child with Godly fear
Who seeks but righteous gain
Love’s grace will dry each bitter tear
And vanquish every pain
Blessed is the child who mourns today
Who’s spirit’s mild and poor
Who trusts in God, who Christ obey
And through true faith endure
Blessed is the child suffering now
The gracious who forgive
Who’s knees to Jesus humbly bow
That other souls may live
Blessed are the ones who truly thirst
Who hunger night and day
Who place God’s Son and neighbours first
Along The Narrow Way
Blessed is the heart of selflessness
The soul that walks in peace
The child who’s aim is righteousness
The God! Who gives increase
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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Life's Standing Law
Law to arrogance void of sight
To prideful souls astray
Blessed is the heart with Truth &Light
Revealing Heaven’s Way
Blessed is the child humble at heart
The meek on bended knee
Surely The Lord will peace impart
And set bound spirits free
Blessed is the man woman and child
Who seek Salvation’s Dawn
Who’ve quit their wayward running wild
To find their souls reborn
Blessed is the child with Godly fear
Who seeks but righteous gain
Love’s grace will dry each bitter tear
And vanquish every pain
Blessed is the child who mourns today
Who’s spirit’s mild and poor
Who trusts in God, who Christ obey
And through true faith endure
Blessed is the child suffering now
The gracious who forgive
Who’s knees to Jesus humbly bow
That other souls may live
Blessed are the ones who truly thirst
Who hunger night and day
Who place God’s Son and neighbours first
Along The Narrow Way
Blessed is the heart of selflessness
The soul that walks in peace
The child who’s aim is righteousness
The God! Who gives increase
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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Blessed By The Almighty
blessed by the almighty
the blind is so lucky
not to witness the terror
not to witness the horror
but to be in his own world
sweet world beautiful world
helpless is the tale of the able
who feels so pale
yet hale and healthy
male or female
who is forced to witness
the terror and the horror
death doesn't approach
life doesn't smile
stays away far a mile
only stays a while
wishing he was also blessed
by the almighty
crawls every single day
only to see another cruel day
by the merciless beasts
who feel they are the best
the blind is so lucky
not to witness the terror
not to witness the horror
but to be in his own world
sweet world beautiful world
poem by Jai Prakash Satyamangalam Bhupathy
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For Victoria Lucas
this world has teeth,
this world has dirty
stains.
this world has guns
and flash lights,
and this is why we have to
fight.
this world is a test ground
for love.
this world, , , , , , , , , , , is hope
dressed in black, and yes, , , this
world belongs to JESUS CHRIST..............
poem by David Gerardino
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Half The World
Half the world lives,
Half the world makes,
Half the world gives
While the other half takes.
Half the world hates,
Half the world runs away,
Half the world's late,
Half the world praises the day.
Half the world is,
Half the world was,
Half the world thinks,
Half the world does.
Half the world lies,
Half the world burns,
Half the world cries
While the other half turns.
Half the world cares,
Half the world weeps,
Half the world shares,
Half the world keeps.
Half the world sings,
Half the world laughs,
Half the world brings,
Half the world tries to be the other half.
End.
World
The time is right for decision
The time is right for those with something to say
This is the world I envision
The type of world where people aren't afraid
What in the world have we done
What in the world...
The time is right for revision
The time is right for revolution today
This is a world in sedition
This is a world that hasn't found its way
What in the world have we done
What in the world...
What in the world have we done
What in the world...
No time to fight for permission
No time is right for those who hesitate
This is a world in atrition
The world we live in is the world we make
What in the world have we done
What in the world...
What in the world have we done
What in the world...
song performed by by Ministry
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Untold Prophecy
The world shall lay in ruins
and the monuments man made to itself
shall become dust scattered amongst the lands
The seas shall roar
announcing its reclaiming of the land
that man has controlled for so long
The winds shall howl unmercifully across the world
eroding all into nothingness
All shall be gone from existence
and the world shall become an empty void
poem by Nicholas Schumacher
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Entranced.
A trance upon my spirit fell;
It seemed as I were hurled
Through aeons like an atom dark
Beyond the flaming world:
From void to void without a breath,
As in a weird unknown
Where Death had done his oldest work,
And God himself was gone!
poem by Robert Crawford
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Blessed Anticipation
There’s blessing for all who wait, for the rapture and anticipate,
The soon return of our Lord, with the promise of eternal reward,
If longing, in a heart does burn, for the appearing of His return,
That soul will receive in the end, a crown from Christ, my friend.
And there’s blessing upon earth, not just those of eternal worth,
When we hope for Christ’s return; this in Scripture we also learn,
That all who have this Hope within, will be purified from their sin.
Purified, just as Christ is pure, and my friend, there’s even more.
God helps us to live our life anew, while on the earth in all we do,
As Christ allows us to live for Him, as a Light in this world of sin,
Encouraged on life’s narrow way, knowing He can come any day,
To return for us, at anytime, to take us to, our new home sublime.
Presently He’s our Blessed Hope, in a world, as it’s hard to cope,
With wicked men and their ways, Jesus Christ alone is our praise,
For our Lord shall deliver us, from their darkness, in Christ Jesus,
All of those who are found in Christ, as we enter into Eternal Life.
The instruction by God to all, believers in Christ, by Apostle Paul,
Is to encourage one another, about the joy awaiting every brother,
For we’ll all be changed by grace, to see our Lord’s blessed face,
Lifted to a realm eternally pure, to be with our Savior forevermore.
(Copyright ©08/2010)
If All The Beauty Of The World
IF ALL THE BEAUTY OF THE WORLD
If all the Beauty of the world
Could be written by me in one line
Would the world be blessed
In reading it?
If all the Beauty of the world
Were one line
And I knew that line by heart
Would the world be happy
By my meeting it
From time to time
Within myself?
If all the Beauty of the world
Were momentarily mine
Would I know
How to give it to others?
These awkward faltering lines
With not much Beauty in them.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Void
By Samuel Sweetnam
Cold is the Void
That is what we are not
That is where we are to go
That is what we are to become
Dark is the void
That steals the night
That fills the heart
Of the greedy man
Black is the void
That hides the lost
That feeds the beast
That hunts the good
The void is cold
The void is dark
The void is black
The void is torture
If the void is all
We are to become
Then what is left
Is there no hope?
For one small child
Born one dark night
Among the void
Consuming the night
He brought the life
He brought the hope
Some two thousand years ago
He brought us light
So remember this
My dear friend
Of the babe born
On Christmas morn
He brought the Warm
He brought the light
He brought the Love
Among the night.
poem by Samuel Sweetnam
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