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Poetry for my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, by Christian
Lord, when I pray and _don't_ receive That which I pray for, I _still_ believe In the god who answers honest prayers And shoulders all His people's cares, The god who's Father, Spirit, and Son, Who's one in three and three in one, The god who heroically chose to die For sinners, the god who _cannot_ lie, The god who's _only_ good and true, The _only_ god who's GOD—who's _You._
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Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 3:15 PM UTC
The Only God Who's GOD
Abba, forgive me and forget      The sins for which I live disgraced      And face the wicked world shame-faced, And I shall live to prosper yet.
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Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 5:13 PM UTC
Abba
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Jul 26, 2024
Jul 26, 2024 at 10:48 AM UTC
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Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited, Ill-eased in that a Powerfuller than I Has willed and meted me the tears I've shed, I clench my fist and shake it at the sky And at the cruel God who hammers me, Delivering the blows that break my brain; The God who finds his greatest ecstasy In violencing my life with blinding pain And, laughing, says, "Thou suffering thing, declare If thou hast understanding: Who hath laid The measures of the earth's foundations?  Where Wast thou, disgraceful man, whenas I made The cloud the garment of the sea?  Beware, Thou foolish man, thy maker to upbraid!"
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Jul 22, 2024
Jul 22, 2024 at 10:05 PM UTC
God
Echo, tell me: Which men have fallen the Fall?        _All._ And what is God, who's all in all, all of?        _Love._ What should I place within the beggar's palms?        _Alms._   God made the feathers that makes the sparrow's flight        _Light._ To sinners, how appear the ways of God?        _Odd._ What has the Lord given to him who hears?        _Ears._ What do they have who see through Satan's lies?        _Eyes._ The saints who run to face the throne of grace        _Race._ Who is the greatest grandmother of the Truth?        _Ruth._ From whom descended all the thin men of Haddam?        _Adam._ Whom did the snake first practice to deceive?        _Eve._ On her I place the burden of all the blame.        _Lame._ What do I give the giver who gave the Law?        _Awe._ I invented the electron multiplier.        _Liar._
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Jun 22, 2024
Jun 22, 2024 at 6:35 PM UTC
Echo Location
Meet me beneath the olive-tre I'th'garden of Gethsemane Quhair Jesus pray'd.  Pray thou with me. Twa corbies mak an hairie nest Within the gardens wooden brest. The Sunne is running tow'rd the west. From off the tre the fruict doth fall Upon the firm fixt flatten'd ball Of wormwood Earth whose seas are gall.
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Jun 3, 2024
Jun 3, 2024 at 5:45 PM UTC
Olives
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May 28, 2024
May 28, 2024 at 12:13 PM UTC
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O graunt O God that when I do descryue Lustrous Selene, Qheene of sable night, Readers by reading sie the Qheene aliue Shining with lighte as beautifull as bright. God-giuen gifte of beavtie is the sight Of her who shineth like a falling starre Maintaining still her place in heauens height High up aboue whair heavens orbits are. Aboue our heads so neare and yett so farre Shineth the goddesse faire since auld lang syne. The troubadours melodious repertoire He doth performe within her silver shine. Romance doth quick the pulse and pull the tide: The loue of God is giv'n unto his bride.
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May 25, 2024
May 25, 2024 at 4:01 PM UTC
Amatoria
Greate is thy Sin, since Sin is never Small:      And Monstrous Moles of Sin Call home thy Soule. About their Mountainous Molehills they do Crawle.      Play thou (and win) a Game of Whacke-a-Mole.      Unto the Moles be Deadly as an asp.        Beware, take Care, nor Swat the pettish wasp. The Harebrain'd Sinners Sins to him are toyes;      Theyre Entertainments, Gambols, Games with Dice. The Madbrain'd Sinners Sins to him are joyes      Untill he's made to paye in full their price.      The Crackbrain'd Sin-addicted Scarab bug      That liveth but for Sin to Hell is Drug.
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May 6, 2024
May 6, 2024 at 9:13 PM UTC
Upon the Necessity of Whacking Moles to Death.
From when I wake to when I wincke, The word of God I'le chew like meate; I'le give Him ev'rie thought I thincke From when I wake to when I wincke, And eate the meate, and drinke the drincke, And thanke my God for what I eate; From when I wake to when I wincke The word of God I'le chew like meate.
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Apr 30, 2024
Apr 30, 2024 at 2:47 PM UTC
Triolet #2