Truly Grateful
I'm taking time out Jesus to acknowledge
all the blessings you've seen fit to send
my way
Thanks - for waking me to see another day
although last night I forgot to pray
Thanks - for all the good food you've allowed
me to eat, and for the roof over my head
for the cloths on my back and shoes on my feet
Thanks - for shielding me from self destruction
when I was falling apart, you kept me together
Thanks - for giving me a conscious that makes
me say sorry when I'm wrong, it tells me help
those without food or a home
Thanks - for the fear of you, that's planted in
my heart, because this alone should set
the good and the bad apart
Thanks - for the rough roads I've walked
and teaching me to ignore the gossip
and negitive talk
Thanks - for the friends even those that didn't
last thanks for my future and my past
Thanks - for helping me finally realize, that you're
in charge and providing me with more than
enough
Thanks - for catching the tear drops I cry, and
for reminding me never let my dreams die
Thanks - for the prayers you answers daily and
for not letting the insane drive me crazy
Thanks - for my family which surrounds me, and
for the brave soldiers who keep us free
Thanks - for helping me realize this world is two
fold, that everything glitters ain't gold, that it's
not a curse it's a privilege to get old
Thanks - for giving me a loving soul, I know
I'm not worthy of your love, yet you look
pass my faults and see my needs for this
I'm Truly Grateful Indeed! ! !
@2007
poem by Tina Marie Clark
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Thanks For Being There
THANKS FOR BEING THERE
Thanks for being, you,
Thanks for giving me the joys and smiles from day one,
Thanks for helping me enjoy the atmosphere here.
Thanks for correcting me when I was wrong,
Thanks for helping me follow the guidelines to survive,
Thanks for helping me try and cope with people around,
Thanks for giving me the courage to stand up on my own.
Thanks for all the advices,
Thanks for lending me your ears when I was upset,
Thanks for teaching me ways to hold on to the end,
Thanks for the love and care you showed.
Thanks for the wishes you have for me,
Thanks for the prayers you pray for me daily,
Thanks for the candles that you lit for me,
Thanks for the appreciation,
Thanks for not keeping a fence between,
Thanks for the confidence you have in me,
I will miss you and all the funny things you ever did,
The little naughty things youever said,
I wish you the very best for you future endevour,
Thanks once again for everything.
With lots of love and prayers
Pyari
Dated on 23rd June2007
poem by Jerine James
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I Know
I know that my Lord is alive, and that today He hears me,
Helping me each day to strive, to be for Him, all I can be;
In my life God makes change, helping me in all my ways,
In the power of His Name, to God’s Glory and His Praise.
I know God hears men call, as they look to Him and pray,
Giving ear to great and small, as He listens night and day;
God desires to speak to men, just like He did in Paradise,
Calling us to be born again, through His Son Jesus Christ.
I know, for my personal life, that The Lord God truly cares,
Helping me in my daily strife, as my Lord answers prayers;
For He is always by my side, while I travel this earthly sod,
A comfort by His Spirit inside, leading with Staff and Rod.
I know Christ is coming again, to meet with me up on high,
The time, I know not when, or if I’ll be raptured before I die;
But for me, God has a place, and this I truly know for sure,
And when I see Christ’s face, I’ll stay with Him forevermore.
I know that I will live forever, with my God in Heaven above,
For God will forsake me never, that is His promise of Love.
My friend, you can know too, and Eternal Life, also receive,
As The Lord also loves you, and all you must do is believe.
(Copyright ©04/2010)
Crazzy me?
Am i crazy? .... i wonder,
wearing socks over shoes in thunder..!
Am i crazy? ....i notice,
xeroxing blank sheets in me office..!
Am i crazy? ....i find,
selling mirrors in the town full of blind..!
Am i crazy? ....i feel,
giving love n taking back pain in free..!
Am i crazy? ....i write,
pen without ink..m scribblin jus right..!
Am i crazy? ....ma mom tells,
worst is studyn 11th hour as she yells..!
Am i crazy? ....i eat,
eating water n drinking food to keep maself neat..!
Am i crazy? ...i know,
screaming quietly n talking loudly as ya snore..!
Am i crazy...? ma frnds say..
i jus sing dreams all night even in day..!
so i jus wanna kinda say one thing
u r noh woh m made for if you think
i m me n gonna be one forever..
gonna crazze wiv music luv n life fo sure..
Am i crazy? ? ? m not! ! !
this is just wot a tru freak does....
poem by sejzinn Joshi
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Jesus, And The Sheriff's Dept
the sheriff's department finally
raided that old run down church
you know, the one over on
the bad end of town
hell, the whole neighborhood
was trouble... there'd been reports
of a meth lab nearby.
anyway, no one went there
but minorities, trailer trash
and a few illegals...
and that Hispanic looking dude
that ran it you know, 'Jesus',
passing out food and prophylactics,
taking them wired out kids to rehab...
helping those unwed teenage mothers
learn to take care of their babies,
and to take responsibility...
talking to them boys about the gangs,
teaching them to read, helping them
look for work...
you know he's wasting his time!
yea, that whole neighborhood is trouble...
who does that 'Jesus' think he is?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A thank you poem to God
My loving god i hope to touch your heart with the words you have given me,
My loving god i want to thank you for taking all of shameful sins in the wodden cross,
My loving god i want to thank you for being brave and taking all the pain you received that dark day,
My loving god i want to thank you for saving me from the burning flames
My loving god i want to thank you for protecting me every single minute, hour, day, week, month, and year,
My loving god thank you for giving me the opportunity to open my eyes every single day,
Than you god for having a plate of food every day,
My loving god thank you for giving me a wonderful, strong, brave mother,
My loving god thank you for sorrows into joyful hours,
My loving god i can't see you but i believe in you,
My loving god thank you for this wonderful country(U.S.A)
thank you for holding it in your loving arms,
My dear god i can continue to thank you all night long but i need more strenght to continue on,
My loving god have i touched you heart yet or should i continue to thank you till i die?
poem by Juan Duarte
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Thanks A Lot, Mom
Thanks a Lot, Mom
Thanks a lot, Mom.
Thanks for loving me to no end.
Thanks for being my loving mother.
Thanks for being my thoughtful friend.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
Thanks for feeding me and giving me a home.
Thanks for clothing me and holding me tight.
Thanks for caring when I felt alone.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
Thanks for always making me smile.
Thanks for giving me the extra push.
Thanks for going that extra mile.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
Thanks for living with no regrets.
Thanks for being the life of the party.
Thanks for going all in on bets.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
Thanks for being my inspiration.
Thanks for helping me with my homework.
Thanks for giving me motivation.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
Thanks for treating me with respect.
Thanks for knowing I'm growing up.
Thanks for knowing what to expect.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
Thanks for kicking me while I was down.
Thanks for telling me I'm a liar.
Thanks for knowing what comes around.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
Thanks for giving me my many scars.
Thanks for making me feel at home.
Thanks for breaking my aching heart.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
Thanks for taking away my friends.
Thanks for taking away my family.
Thanks for not having to pretend.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
Thanks for kicking me out of my home.
Thanks for calling me cheap and attention-seeking.
Thanks for putting me out on my own.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
Thanks for ripping away my Brett.
Thanks for saying you don't remember.
Thanks for saying I should forget.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
Thanks for believing your husband over your kid.
Thanks for rewarding him for a crime.
Thanks for punishing me for what he did.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
Thanks for meeting me in court.
Thanks for hiring such a mean lawyer.
Thanks for paying for his every retort.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
Thanks for going on the witness stand.
Thanks for putting all that on file.
Thanks for not holding my shaking hand.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
Thanks for watching me cry over you.
Thanks for everything you did to me.
Thanks for everything you didn't do.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
Thanks for letting me take the fall.
Thanks for telling me to lie for you.
Thanks for letting me lose it all.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
Thanks for saying no one will believe me.
Thanks for telling me you'll always be there.
Thanks for lying, and screaming, and leaving.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
Thanks for still wearing your pretty smile.
Thanks for not letting anyone know.
Thanks for going that extra mile.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
Thanks for letting Brett go without her sis.
Thanks for not showing her my picture.
Thanks for all the memories you know I'll miss.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
Thanks for letting me have a choice.
Thanks for giving me an ultimatum.
Thanks for never hearing my voice.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
Thanks for all the inspiration.
Thanks for all the things you've caused.
Thanks for all this motivation.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
Thanks for giving me something to do.
Thanks to all these heart-wrenching memories.
But most of all, thanks to you.
Now when I'm cutting my wrists in the bathroom,
Or getting pregnant at my prom,
I'll always remember who I should thank.
So thanks a lot, Mom.
When I'm running around being promiscuous,
Like you always thought I would become,
I'll always remember who I should thank.
So thanks a lot, Mom.
When I'm drinking myself to death,
Or when I'm lighting up my bong,
I'll always remember who I should thank.
So thanks a lot, Mom.
When I'm broke and on the street
Or when I'm writing a suicide note like a song,
I'll always remember who I should thank.
Yeah, thanks a lot, Mom.
poem by Rebecca Paul
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Homeless Childrens Covenant
So much bad news- about children being abused.
What kind of thoughts can go thru a molesters mind
Don’t they know they’ll be caught with time.
Do you know how many children have run away
Because in their house they could not stay.
At the time they think that the streets are their escape
But they don’t know that predators sit and wait.
They offer you food, a roof, and a bed to sleep
Once they get you - you’re in trouble deep.
They will tell you that you have no value, no worth
You’ve never been loved since your birth.
They’ll tell you that the only thing that you can do
Is give a sexual favor or two.
You have no money- no food
Just the clothes on your back
Against you the cards have been stacked.
No education and no place to live
What can you offer- what do you have to give.
They’ll say anything to get control
They want to own you body and soul.
Go to your local churches, or the YMCA
If they can’t help you, they’ll recommend a way.
There are places that you can go
Where they can help you- more than you know.
One of these is called “COVENANT HOUSE”
Helping boys and girls of all ages
Knowing each child has gone thru different stages.
A roof, a bed, food to eat
You can finally get off the streets.
They can help you turn your life around
And no more being put to the ground.
Giving you self respect, and it gets better yet.
A place where there is love abound
This is the place that many have found.
Many had to get out of an abusive family situation
But the streets is not your salvation.
There are kids younger than you
What do you think they’ve gone through.
Use the strength and knowledge
that you have gained
To help others of the same.
poem by Louis Rams
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Prayer Warriors
We are the prayer warriors and we say the prayers
For all the people for whom we care.
It matters not the position you’re in
If you’re good or if you sinned.
We all need prayers some time in our lives
Especially when things don’t turn out right.
When you’re sick or in despair
The prayer warriors are always there.
You pray for me as I pray for you
And all our prayers will come true.
We do not have to be gathered
As a group when we pray.
In a church, a temple, in a steeple
He listens to all of us, for we are his people.
They say there is strength when we gather in prayer
A common belief that we all share.
So let us pray for our fellow man
Because he now needs a helping hand.
So father we thank you for the blessings each day
And helping all who come your way.
poem by Louis Rams
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Superman My Hero
Superman my hero
Is just like my friend
It was just what I want him to be
Superman my hero
Is giving us hope
He is keeping us free
God's nation
Is in chaos
But there is one man that
Can save us all
Superman my Hero
He flied many times a day in the sky
He touches heaven
Just like the birds do
Superman my hero
I am so proud of him
Superman my hero
I pray for you every day
You have a job, I have one too
I will tell you what gets me through
Strenght, love, and peace
I pray for peace where I am going to be
For you and me
Kids at school
Sending Postcards to those who died overseas in the war
Superman my hero
Keeping busy is what I need to do
And keeping busy these days seems to be the tool
I want to make the hour go fast
So I have to keep myself busy
Superman my hero
Doesn't live in fear
But I do
Superman my hero
Makes sacrifices also
Like I do
Superman my hero
Is landing from the sky right now
He had a perfect landing
Superman my hero
I light a candle for you
May God always bless you
Superman my hero
To the world you gave so much love
Superman my hero
You are an hero
Superman my hero
What are we going to do when our time is up here on earth?
Superman my hero
Your spirit will always be alive in me
You have given your spirit to me and everybody else here on earth
Superman my hero
I am dreaming every night
With you
I know someday my dreams may come true
That's why we are fighting for and doing what we do to save our world
Superman my hero
I hope that others will learn to love you and respect you like I do
Superman I hope others
Will respect our believes and not judge us by what we do
Or by what we haven't done yesterday, today, or tomorrow
Superman my hero
Stands in a shiny sea
Superman my hero
Wants a world were he dominates
And he knows that our land will liberate
A shiny city on top of the hill
Superman my hero
Fighting evil and saving people also
Superman my hero
Has a free will
To help those in need
Superman my hero
It is time to remember what freedom means
It is time to choose freedom
And embrace the future
It is time to choose life
It is time to look after those in need
Because charity begins at home
Superman my hero
I know that together we will get through tough times
Sometimes we just need some courage
Sometimes we need a little prayer
Sometimes we need a helping hand so we can finish our daily tasks
Superman my hero
Let the light shine in your heart, my heart, and all the people here on Earth
Superman my hero
It is a lucky day
Because you are of flying again like a bird in the sky
Superman my hero
Miracles we will see one day
Superman my hero
Black outs
All the town is out of lights left in the dark
Traffic lights are not working
We can't cook our food
We have to eat can food for a few days
We have to survive some how
Some how we will get through this ordeal
And you are flying high above in the sky
The only thing that is shining at night is the moon
Superman my hero
I know that nobody will live forever
Superman my hero
You were meant to fly
Superman my hero
I sometimes feel powerless
Superman my hero
Once I need to get out
And put my foot out of my door
I know that fresh air is good for me and everybody else
I have dreams and desires
Superman my hero
Once a while I just need to get away from the computer
My desk and my computer my favorite hide away
Superman my hero
Will take me to a place that I never been before
Superman I believe that we were meant to be friends
Superman my hero
I must speak now or forever hold my peace
Superman my hero
Snow, wind, and rain won't bother superman my hero
Because he always dress up for the kind of weather
He is smart and wise
Superman won't melt but he might freeze in the winter
Because the days are much colder than you ever imagine
Superman my hero
poem by Aldo Kraas
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We Are the World - Michael Jackson
There comes a time
When we heed a certain call,
When the world must come together as one.
There are people dying,
And it's time to lend a hand,
to life, the greatest gift of all.
We can't go on
Pretending day by day,
That someone, somewhere will soon make a change.
We are all a part of
God's great big family,
And the truth, you know love is all we need.
(Chorus)
We are the world,
We are the children,
We are the ones who make a brighter day,
So let's start giving.
There's a choice we're making,
We're saving our own lives,
It's true, we'll make a better day,
Just you and me. (end)
Send them your heart,
So they know that someone cares,
And their lives will be stronger and free.
As God has shown us,
By turning stone to bread,
So we all must lend a helping hand.
(Chorus)
When you're down and out,
There seems no hope at all.
But if you just believe,
There's no way we can fall.
Well, well, well, well, let us realize
That a change will only come
When we stand together as one.
(Chorus) x 5
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Food is god
Food is god
for poor people...!
God is not
Only food...
Rich home
Dog is eat
Nice food...
That food is god...?
yes that also
A god...
Good food is
God...
What is good food...?
Given good health
Always good food...
So...
Non veg
Or veg...
Every good food
Is god...
Simply sit
Silentely eat food
With out hot
And cool drinks...
Food is not only
Poor's god...
With each and
Every one also
food is god...
Give respect and
Take food...
Happley too try too
Thank for god...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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I Hate You!
I hate you for giving me hope in this life
when all there is, is despair.
I hate you for giving me this strife
and making the world seem so unfair.
I hate you forever wanting and letting
me know such happiness.
I hate you for leaving me to feel
the worst loneliness.
I hate you for telling me lies when i believe all
that you said
I hate you for letting me DIE
as i lay helpless in my bed.
I hate you for holding my hand
when it swung content by my side.
I hate you for EXISTING in this land
where we must coincide.
i hate you for smiling on a dreary day
when my frown is seen through the haze.
I hate you for letting come what may when
you could of stopped it in so many ways.
I hate you for saying YOU LOVE ME
when i asked you not to say it back.
I hate you for letting me see our relationship
CRACK!
I Hate you for not letting me hear
the cruel things you say when im not there.
I hate you for not letting me near
when my soul i need to bare.
I hate you for giving me a glance
when i think i look beautiful.
I HATE YOU 4 THE SECOND CHANCE
that left me incredibly hopeful.
I HATE YOU 4 NOT HEARING ME OUT
when i want to BEG AND PLEAD.
I hate you for making me doubt my opinion
to which i pay heed.
I hate you for all the things you said
that made me most content.
I hate you for turning my head beacuse
I still think your a GOD-SEND
I HATE YOU FOR THIS EXCRUCIATING PAIN I BARELY
ENDURE EVERY NIGHT.
i hate you for the constant rain my soul must fight.
i hate you for being there so now im doomed
to MISS & REMEMBER.
I hate you for giving me a reason to CARE.
what happened back in September?
I hate you for saying GOOD-BYE and leaving
me not knowing what to do.
But most of all
I hate you for letting me CRY
'cuase i can't have you!
poem by Aleisha Luyt
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Acronymn on Homeschooling
H is for homework - You can never really escape that!
O is for open mindedness - If you open your mind, you will have a teachable spirit, and after a teachable spirit, follows wisdom and understanding.
M is for memories - Cherish them wholly, and they will never depart from you.
E is for education - No matter how old one may get, he never ceases learning.
S is for summer vacation - I'll say, 'Amen' to that!
c is for Catching a nap when your teacher isnt looking - Kids, don't do this! Its not worth it.
H is for helping hands - helping hands hold within their grasp the power to change the world for the better good.
O is for on time - Unfortunately, there is really no great excuse for being late.
O is for opportunity - Seize the moment! For you were born for such a time as this.
L is for lessons of life - Do not let you past wheigh you down. Instead, learn from it, and lift your face towards the bright future that lies just ahead of you!
I is for Iowa - this is just ONE of the 50 states that a student must memorize.
N is for never giving up - no matterwhat.
G is for greatness - celebrate your success, and work towards a better future.
poem by Macy Dvirnak
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Bible in Poetry: 3 John 1
The elder writes to Gaius, my friend,
Whom I love dearly in the truth:
I pray you enjoy good a health,
And that, all things go well with you,
And your soul gets along well too.
My heart was filled with joy to hear,
Your faithfulness in truth so dear;
And how you continue to walk
In truth and of Lord Jesus, talk.
There is no greater joy than see,
My children walk in truth freely.
You’re faithful in helping brethren,
Although to you strangers, they’ve been;
They’ve told the church about your love,
You send them well to God above;
For sake of Name, they went about,
Help from pagans, receiving not;
We must extend help to such men,
Who work together for heaven.
I informed Church but Diotrephes,
Who wants to have nothing with us;
He gossips of us with malice,
And will not welcome his brothers;
He stops those who want to do so,
And sends them off, out of church, Oh!
Don’t imitate what is evil;
In doing good, always revel;
The good-doer is from the Lord;
The evil-doer hasn’t seen God.
Well-spoken of is Demetrius-
This truth we know unto Jesus.
I have a lot to write to you;
With pen and ink, I don’t want to;
I hope to see you very soon,
For, talking face to face is boon.
Friends here send you greetings of peace;
To greet friends there by name, I wish.
poem by John Celes
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Being In Love With You
(b. gibb/r. gibb/m. gibb)
I thought i'd already touched the sky
I got to know you and i don't know why
But all of my life couldn't mean as much
As just being touched by you
I never thought of me growing up
Got my directions but the road was rough
It's only the dream of a teenage queen
But somehow i made it through
And i'd love to see
Those faces of those friends i left behind
And even those who spoke for me
Just trying to be kind
And no one said i love you just the way
I know you do
And i love being in love with you
Living inside your heart
The giving and the taking
You are not forsaken
I love being in love with you
Thank you just for choosing me
That we should be
Being in love forever
And ever, ever
I stare and wonder at what i found
I just discovered why the world is round
Round in a circle my arms will be
And doing the same as you
It ain't right it's only for you and me
Only the lonely do it seperately
Keep it alive on the food of love
But only the chosen few
In my life you see some changes in me
We listen and we grow
Any child that clings to childish things
Is trying to let go
And up to now
I'd thought i'd seen as far as i could see
And i love being in love with you
Living inside your heart
The giving and the taking
You are not forsaken
I love being in love with you
Thank you just for choosing me
That we should be
Being in love forever
And ever, ever
And i love being in love with you
Living inside your heart
The giving and the taking
You are not forsaken
I love being in love with you
Thank you just for choosing me
That we should be
I love being in love with you
Living inside your heart
The giving and the taking
You are not forsaken
I love being in love with you
song performed by by Diana Ross
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(I Love) Being In Love With You
(B. Gibb/R. Gibb/M. Gibb)
I thought I'd already touched the sky
I got to know you and I don't know why
But all of my life couldn't mean as much
As just being touched by you
I never thought of me growing up
Got my directions but the road was rough
It's only the dream of a teenage queen
But somehow I made it through
And I'd love to see
Those faces of those friends I left behind
And even those who spoke for me
Just trying to be kind
And no one said I love you just the way
I know you do
And I love being in love with you
Living inside your heart
The giving and the taking
You are not forsaken
I love being in love with you
Thank you just for choosing me
That we should be
Being in love forever
And ever, ever
I stare and wonder at what I found
I just discovered why the world is round
Round in a circle my arms will be
And doing the same as you
It ain't right it's only for you and me
Only the lonely do it seperately
Keep it alive on the food of love
But only the chosen few
In my life you see some changes in me
We listen and we grow
Any child that clings to childish things
Is trying to let go
And up to now
I'd thought I'd seen as far as I could see
And I love being in love with you
Living inside your heart
The giving and the taking
You are not forsaken
I love being in love with you
Thank you just for choosing me
That we should be
Being in love forever
And ever, ever
And I love being in love with you
Living inside your heart
The giving and the taking
You are not forsaken
I love being in love with you
Thank you just for choosing me
That we should be
I love being in love with you
Living inside your heart
The giving and the taking
You are not forsaken
I love being in love with you
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Thank You Father - Prayer For A Healing
Father, first of all know how much I love you and appreciate you
in my life. Father you never leave me, always there to see me
through. This week Father you were ever present in not only my
life but that of my daughter and I thank you for what you did for
her this week. She now understands what I’ve been telling her
for quite sometime. There you were Father showing her what she
needed to see, giving her the inspiration she needed and filling
her with positive energy enabling her to go after her dream with
the gifts that you gave her so long ago. Thank you Father God for
always being present in my life.
Father I ask you to touch the life of a sister poet and her husband.
I know you know who I’m speaking of Father, so I won’t mention
any names. I speak of a sister poet who lives a difficult life dealing with an alcoholic husband, but you know Father she is
standing by her husband, taking one day at a time.
Today Father I pray for a healing for this man, help him to give up this addiction in his life, help him to see the light, to realize
what is happening to his wife, to know that he is going down hill
and needs to fight his way back into the real world. This man
Father God is living as you know, in a haze, so I pray for a healing.
I pray that you step into their lives and show them your power.
I know there isn’t anything that you can’t do, you’ve showed me
that over and over Lord, now I ask that you do the same thing for
this couple. She is tired Lord, tired of looking at her husband,
asking herself-why-. I’m sure this man wants to give up this
habit, but he doesn’t know how Lord, but Father with your help, he can do it. Father God he needs a helping hand. He has the
support of his wife and with your divine power and the blood of
Jesus covering them, they will find the strength to move on and
leave this alcoholic addiction behind them.
Father I ask that you talk to him, show him the way, inspire him to
want Jesus to be the center of their lives and to have a wonderful
relationship with you Father God. Only you can help these people Father, only you can tear away the dark covering and shed a bright
light within their lives. Father God, I pray for all others that may be suffering from this addiction, I pray that you enter their lives and give them a healing as well. I know you know best Father and
I leave this with you for you are the all powerful, the all knowing
and the master of the universe.
Thank you Father for everything you do, I thank you in the name of your son Jesus-Amen
Written: Sept.21/2007
poem by Melvina Germain
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Bible in Poetry: Philemon 1
Paul, a prisoner of Jesus Christ,
And his brother, Timothy writes:
To Philemon, friend and worker,
To Apphia, beloved sister,
To Archippus, fellow soldier,
To the church that meets in your home,
‘From God, our Father, grace and peace,
And from Jesus Lord, be with you.’
Thanksgiving and Prayer:
I thank my God always brothers,
And remember you in prayers,
Because about your faith, I hear,
In Jesus Lord and saints so dear.
I exhort you to share your faith,
And understand all things in Christ;
Your love has given me great joy,
And refreshed hearts of saints, ahoy!
Paul’s Plea for Onesimus:
Although in Christ, I can be bold,
And order you to do as told,
Christ Jesus’ prisoner, now man old,
Paul, I appeal to you with love,
For Onesimus, my son dear,
While I in chains, he came so near;
Although, he was useless to you,
But now, he is useful to both.
I’m sending him, who is my heart,
Although I wish he didn’t depart,
And take your place in helping me,
While I’m in chains for the Gospel.
Yet, I don’t want to do something,
Without your consent on that thing,
So that, the favor that you do
Is spontaneous and from heart true.
May be, he was away from you,
So that, you have him back for good,
Not as a slave but as brother.
He is so dear to me and you,
Both as a man and in the Lord.
Like how you consider me as
A partner, welcome him like me;
If he has done anything wrong,
Or owes you then, charge it to me.
I’ll pay it back without delay;
Refresh my heart in Christ this day.
I know you will obey my words,
And that, you’ll do more than I ask.
Prepare a guest-room for me for,
I hope to be restored to you,
In answer to your prayers all.
Fellow in Jesus, Epaphras;
Aristarchus, Mark, Luke, Demas-
My fellow-workers, send greetings!
The grace of Lord Christ Jesus be
With your spirit in ministry.
poem by John Celes
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A Prodigal's Return
Was it that hard
to stay away from home
swearing you won't go back
eating the pigs' food
day by day
swearing you won' go back home
having spent all your money and youth
having suffered through the hardest calamities
and heart breaks and morbid treatments from people?
you still think it's alright to stay
away from Father's care
the loving and the all accepting God
who is your father awaiting for you
day and night in front of the gate
thinking of you day and night
wondering what you might be doing
wondering where you might be staying for the night
whether you have eaten your meals
or have enough clothing
He awaits you at the gate day and night
his precious child is in hog's stile
eating the hog's food
but he swears he won't go back
for he is completely broke
yet still has his pride
even though he stays with the pigs the hogs
eating their left over food
Some angel or God's messenger has to
visit him in that far distanced region
for his Father is awaiting for him
to safely return home
when one day all of a sudden
this thought came to his mind
'Ah, in my father's house there are many
good things and good clothing and food
why don't I rise and go back to him? '
That's the realization of the first step
that he was wrong and wronged himself and to his father.
Where are you all the prodigals?
Soaked in worldly pleasure
chasing women and fun in life
forgetting totally about the one who cares about you...
where are you going to stay tonight
in a woman's arms or smoking pots
drinking heavily...
but that's all futile effort
to reach self-realization
Tonight your father at home awaits for you
while you might not realize this but
he does
so just come home and receive all the
blessings your father can offer you!
He won't condemn you nor judge you for
what you have done in your life
He will simply run to you with open arms
and welcome you by hosting a big party
for the return of the lost son.
1: 48 pm
(November 11,2012) Korea-Japan Time
poem by Sangnam Nam
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Silent spectator
I sit silent and seek no solace
Search for hut and not the palace
Simple desire with no strings attached
Emotionally bound but never feel detached,
My soul cry over the sufferings and misery
Pray for blessings even for adversary
I want to be apostle for needy and poor
Serve to the best of ability from door to door
Can I not spend little time for needy?
World is moving fast and people are greedy?
No time for peasants and country men
this can be sign of downfall and bad omen
if I can wipe the tears and distribute food
Kind words which may prove to be good
providing shelters and taking them out of wood
Medicines and food along with fresh supply of blood
These are all impracticable and idealistic views
May not be shared by many but only few
Thoughts may peter out as morning dews,
Headlines may appear but not as good news,
I may not venture and go for big move
Try at least for apprehensions to remove
Let needy dream and wait for good words
If not men but blessings from the Lord
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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