LOVE I CAN'T DENY
Your eyes make me adore the world.
They make two hearts play one love tune.
This tune tells me how great you are,
and tells you that you're my fortune.

They make you see how much l love,
and how my heart is no more free
as what goes on inside my heart
is in my eyes for you to see.

Your eyes show beauty of rare genre,
in shape, in touch that lives inside.
They enslave my soul ere my eyes;
the soul's love cannot be denied.
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THE BEST PRAYER
When l sit for my prayer, l see You,
sitting with me so l never review
what l was taught when young, but l just say
how lucky l have been with You to stay.

I sit with You and feel the world is mine.
The place gets sweet as Your words are like wine.
They make me live in skies far from all care
and dress my heart and mind in brilliant wear.

You are the love l need, the words that teach
how man should live the love that God can reach.
You give me hope to see that life is nice
You are the Lord Whose face is full of grace.

I speak with You and fully l forget
that l sit just to pray and not to chat.
You say,"Go on with what you say and do.
This is the best prayer, great saints can show."
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SURPRISED !
Surprised an stunned, how can you read such themes
and don't say just a word to criticize?
Don't they concern the life that you go through
or are these subjects strange to human eyes?

Am l an alien who has come from far,
or has someone outfitted me with it?
How can l speak about some trivial thoughts,
while serious ones can move my mind and heart?

I expect some few words to tell me what
you think about these themes that stun us all.
Perhaps, l see your points, which change my mind
and we can reach the answers that us cool.
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IS IT WORTHWHILE?
You may imagine l'm out of my brain,
but wisdom may be had from those insane.
No gain can equal that you feel quite pure
and free from care with nothing to endure.

No *** is used without a base of love
as love makes mates just one blessed from above.
Since they feel so, they can build one great home,
and nothing between them can arouse blame.

How can one touch the other's secret parts
that are related to deep love and hearts,
and then feels that his mate's a usual one
with nothing shared between or nothing done.

What can *** give if it is not for good.
It yields a touch that lasts a mere second.
Then blame begins to build up and to mount;
it brings remorse that makes you feel you're dirt.
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WHEN CAN I STRETCH MY HAND?
Nothing on the earth deserves
living for, save a pure heart
since a person then will feel
he can stretch his hand to Christ.

When you look at what He did,
how He dealt with those around,
and compare your life with His,
You'll be sure your aim is found.

Dangers of life make me deem
how He helped those who were poor;
I aspire to  His hand
to release me from my fear.
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DO YOU ASK THIS QUESTION?
Those men the past unfolds tell who live now
how life is great if man knows how to live.
There were some people who knew how to build
the pyramids, and those who great help gave.

There were who spent it in moving around.
No bad actions to do, but nothing good,
and those who spent it in committing sins.
Jesus told us how men their talents used.

Here, l just stop to ask, "How do l use
my talents, and do l please my great Lord?"
It is a serious point that raises fear.
Does this question for once go through your mind?
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BEAUTY AND TIME
I live great love that simmers in my heart.
It aches sometimes as it becomes too hot
as beauty changes fast just like a rose
that prides itself on what so soon it throws.

You are created thus to gain deep love.
Who can see such a rose and does not crave
to smell its perfume when a breeze drifts past,
all except time that speeds to sweep it fast?

In heart, you live for long but not in bloom.
Do you exist fast time to bring man gloom?
All beauty has a charm, we love a lot.
This charm is felt much more when it is short.
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FLINT OR FLESH
When a man's oppressive and too hard,
I abhor with such a man to stand.
I detest who says the final word;
then, no other word from him is heard.

Men of right and wrong, where is your heart?
It's in self respect, the kin of hate.
Where are those tears which can harshness cool?
Are they submerged by the greatness' drool?

Great is that whose heart is white like snow,
which the rays of love its anger thaw,
and transmute to water that can wash
all the sorry hearts that flint would crash.
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PURE LOVE
Come to me and speak aloud; l love your voice.
Your words combined with your smile make me rejoice.
When you sit beside my seat and start to speak,
all the objects in the room at your eyes keek.

Your eyes join your words to send my heart a call,
which l have been waiting for; it is my goal.
When l see you cheering up in front of me,
you make all my world as l want it to be.

Great's my joy when l see you requite my love,
and agree to share my nest as my white dove.
Our world will be so white and full of joy
as our love is purest gold, not an alloy.
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THE POETRY I LOVE
Poetry can be just pretty,
empty, showy, and too crafty,
nothing that reveals men's spirits
or a hint about life's merits.

Poetry for me is singing
what can give the deepest meaning
on a subject that should be shown,
sung in rhythmic words, a soft tune.

Poetry is thinking deeply
about life's concealed verity.
When it's chanted in a smooth sound,
one can feel he owns the whole world.
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GOD AND MAN
I think of what l need. I find the first
is my morale which makes me feel at rest.
It is a case dependent on my soul,
which, only it, can worried mind console.

In history, the Christ made what surprised
the human soul which He  through love appeased.
The laws had ordered an eye for an eye
as His pure love is found just in the sky.

Who raised the dead but Him, and those who came
to continue His way and preach His aim.
Where can we find a miracle but there,
where His saints are at rest, yet they still care.

Where can l find a Lord whose love is great
to kiss His hand and place it in my heart.
His hand does not need help, but l need it
to give me great morale, and my way light.
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PRICELESS PURITY
How can people be so hostile,
nurse old grudges and be quite vile?
How can they live with no calmness
life endows with the pure goodness?

Don't they feel their sins are like hands,
Pressing on their necks with waxed cords?
Sins will colour all their inside
with the hue that man can't abide.

Man can endure thirst and hunger,
poverty, defeat and anger,
but how man can bear his foul soul;
this to mind l never can call.
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CHRIST'S PEACEFUL BAY
Spread Your tranquil light
on the sea calm mat
where the ships refuge
from the waves so huge.

You have given man
peace through love, Your plan,
to reveal the way
to this peaceful bay.

Men outside this shore
love to lock their door
to protect their blood;
hate craves for a flood.
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LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
Eyes that can see what
lives inside my heart
send their ray to me,
which l love to see.

This enslaving ray
in my core will stay,
giving me a breeze
that won't leave with ease.

Love at that first sight
some say it is right,
but l say it's true
since my eyes saw you.
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A WOMAN'S PARADISE
Of her free will she stays in her own home,
converses with her kids, who are her dream.
She has one thing special, her mate's parole.
These are what her kind heart loves to extol.

She is quite satisfied with what she owns
not conjuring new thoughts which make new crowns.
Love for home and what it confers on life
have got all what she has and her belief.

What satisfaction is that women have?
All what's they're after is their house and love.
True smiles on husbands' face are all their needs.
They're the purest angels that the Lord sends.
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WHAT SHALL I DO?
Man on earth should some deeds perform
when it is his land and his home.
Flesh is born to do what the soul
can instal in it as its goal.

It must be an act of value
which can give a man a new hue,
that not so many can depict.
Few for such a task are quite fit.

Jesus showed us ways of great joy
that no fear can ever destroy.
What shall l endow whom l love
to be sure they love what l give.
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HONOUR IS NOT ENDOWED.
Some would discuss to prove their points
and not ascend to hidden facts.
Where are they from the perfect man
whose insight lives an endless plan?

The sublime man does not intend
to appear that he is so grand.
Sublimity is not received,
but it is ere his birth conceived.

Exploits aren't achieved to be shown.
They're relished when their effects reign.
Never does man care for respect
if it's not by his heart bedecked.
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WHY DO WE WRITE POETRY?
I wonder why we tend to write
our verse and mostly at midnight.
We wait long time with our pen
for thoughts to come not knowing when.

We write about some useless thoughts
that concern none except our hearts.
We use a language quite obscure
to dress the verse with what can lure.

Insisting on wasting the time,
why don't we spend it on good rhyme,
the verse that brightens our day
and makes us pass a clearer way?
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YOU USED TO LOVE RED.
Will you have the joy of your heart
after such a crime that was bright?
Will you satisfy your mean greed,
feasting on what that crime endowed?

Soul and mind have changed their main job,
painting those men whom you could rob.
Red is taken from their shed blood,
sticking on your ****** red mind.

Your perfect crime that escaped spies
could appear in your red, glum eyes.
Even, kinds of red you adore,
have got what you so much abhor.
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A CHURCH CONVERSION
How should one feel when an old church
is not left for Christians to preach?
They behold their ancient glories
are converted to old stories.

How can l endure? I'm Christian.
I observe our own depletion.
Turkey does that near our own eyes
and our hearts obviously defies.

We have nothing but eyes to cry,
looking up and asking the sky
to observe what happens on earth,
where the Christians have lost their warmth.
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A BLESSING OR A CURSE ?
Intellect, you are sublime bliss
that can clear our way to solace
all the human beings who are near,
making them much loved and quite dear.

We begin to love our own kids
whom we serve and give all main needs
from the time they are in the womb,
making it a splendid, smooth home.

You can make a mum a Satan,
who can hate her fetus, her son,
changing it into dead *******
for some pleasure and mean relish.  
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I AM ASHAMED.
Christians, where are you in Syria?
You were common in the area.
Now, you've got so few and quite rare
in the Arab world; is that fair?

I'm concerned as l am Christian,
and l notice no affliction
in the hearts that share my tenet.
Don't we feel we've lost some merit ?

Europe also is infidel.
Science can its belief expel.
I'm ashamed; what are we doing ?
Lord, Your order  l am waiting.
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JESUS ON PALM SUNDAY
You rode a donkey, my great Lord !
You are Who rule the sky and land.
All kings rode chariots and top steeds.
You are the Lamb of peerless deeds.

You did not care what they would ride.
You knew Yourself, no need for pride,
that was employed by who felt slight
and their steep horses gave them height.

You are the Son, extremely strong,
with value known among the throng,
no need for worth from those outside
to give You what Your traits supplied.
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THE TRINITY
It's not so nice for me to stay alone;
I see no one around to share my tone.
I go to my dear desk and precious pen
and shelter in my thoughts and what l ken.

I find myself quite involved with my word
which looms up as a rhyme which charms my mind.
I love this song and it in turn loves me.
We get together such a trinity.

I'm vastly happy now, and read my verse.
It speaks with me and l with it converse.
We share deep love and love gets here a third.
They speak with me and by them l am heard.
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A GRACEFUL SMILE
So crowded was the street; l passed.
I saw a girl that pleased my heart.
She hid a smile that had great charm;
it touched all those who stole a sight.

She was a beggar and l wished
to give her what would allow me
to tarry and rob her again.
She locked my heart and had the key.

She had no job and was too poor
but thanked the Lord and all His saints.
She did not care for her poor life
as her sweet smiles were her assets.
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A COOL WAFT IN THE HEART
I feel a breeze inside my heart
that makes me feel so glad and light.
I am so happy on the earth
and death will bring the trip of mirth.

The coming death will set me free
to fly in space where l can see
my parents an those whom l loved
are thronged in such a lovely crowd.

I miss them much that my tears will
fill my heart with the sweetest thrill.
We will sit under God's kind eyes
not scared of breach in His vast skies.
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DON QUIXOTE, A COMMON SIGHT
There are few persons who are mighty knights.
The others are too frail and fear the cats,
but all will share the wish to have great strength
that should be proved before they meet their death.

Don Quixote, l see you in most men
who try so hard to build a new Big Ben,
but hunger bites their stomachs and their horse
which gets too weak to trot or the street cross.

Poor man, you have a dream and don't accept
to pass away ere grasping your concept.
You pass with tears which you can never hide
resulting from a loss you can't abide.
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A HUMILIATED BIRD
I could not warble in a place
where tigers tortured little lambs.
They kidnapped them from weeping ewes
too fat and weak to walk or bounce.

The ewes could do nothing at all,
nor even their rams of long horns.
They stood and looked how their lambs bled
but could not say a word of blame.

I perched on that high branch and looked.
I could not call my dearest mate.
I felt my honour was debased
by what l saw but could not fight.
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LET'S SEIZE THE NETTLE !
I write what my calm pen indites,
and you write with a pen that fights.
I treat the sujects that appeal
while you don't care how l may feel.

I go with you to your own isle
while you intend to cramp my style.
I like your dale and your high peak
while you act like a smart Aleck.

Let's be good friends in verse and need,
and then we enjoy what we read.
Let us, we two, seize the nettle
and as good friends our rows settle.
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POETRY AND THOUGHTS
For some, great verse is words well coined,
well culled to read and nicely joined
with images that stay in mind
and which are nice as their eyes find.

They try to show what they can sew,
a lovely dress in style and hue,
but they forget that this nice dress
should fit what can the mind impress.

For me, l read good verse till l
can find a thought that makes me sigh
when l find what can charm my heart,
the notions that give me delight.
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IT'S YOUR CHOICE.
*** is not a blaze that we should quench.
If we don't, we suffer from its clench.
Those whose minds depend on moral scales
can subdue it when its flame assails.

We are not mere babies who would cry,
making lots of fuss till their mums buy
what they want. We know that *** can have
such a sequel on the sense of love.

*** can join two hearts and make them one
if it's clean and built on lasting plan.
Their relation will keep them both pure
and to heaven their love will endure.
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IS *** A MERE NEED?
I am surprised how some can practise ***
as something normal just another sense.
They eat and drink and *** is quite like that,
a usual thing in life, a normal act.

I wonder why all people hide those parts
and keep them unseen under opaque pants.
They don't hide breathing noses or their mouths;
does that mean nothing to your minds and thoughts?

How can love be fulfilled when it is deep?
Is there no special touch for love to reap?
What can we keep quite private for that one,
who really gives their heart, a she or man?
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HOW TO CREATE HAPPINESS
Try to get the feeling that
you are loved by Jesus Christ.
You will see your soul is clear,
and all life will be so dear.

You will hear yourself croon
the same song whose lovely tune
charmed you when you were a child
when your mother sang and smiled.

You will feel the world will go
to an endless time with you,
and the sky with all its space
will reside in your small house.
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A SMILING DAWN
The early morn exhales its breeze;
the sun is peeping from its bed.
Its sleepy face is like a child
who starts to raise its covered head.

I smile and welcome its soft look
that is so eager to greet me
as l with all the trees nearby
are such old friends dawn likes to see.

The rising face feels quite secure
as he sees those familiar crowds.
He sends his rays so nice and warm
and throws the blanket of white clouds.
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POOR EUROPE !
Tell me where you have been bred,
and how parents dealt with you,
I will know about your faith
and if God is in your view.

single mothers and one ***
bring the kids of coming days.
How can those kids live in mirth
with those who have lost their ways?

Families breed normal kids
and fill infancy with love.
Where is that in Europe now?
How can its countries survive?
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BETWEEN LOVE AND ***
When love was pure in that old past,
their poets wrote such lovely verse.
But now that love is ***** ***;
they've changed their shame into silence.

Where are those plays that charmed their youths
and made them love in such a way?
They have been changed into mean ****,
which upsets stomach night and day.

Look at old Europe how it rose
and gave the world its great progress.
Where is that Europe of pure love?
Through *** and shame is in a mess.
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FAITH AND PRINCIPLES
Love, your charm is stronger than
sound of *** that can't announce
its existence in a world
where flag wavers love their house.

What has Europe shown the world
but great lack of self respect,
women **** in public sites,
"protest or sheer *** request?"

When with Christ, it was so great.
Now with Satan, no effects,
needing people not their own
while they have their futile ***.
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THE LABYRINTH
What are you man but just a passing guest?
Why are you brought if life will end in gloom?
Are those, who bring you, pleased with its strange aim?
If not, why do they get involved in such a game?

I know some who can't have a sober mind.
They hate the world and drink to forget it,
yet they are married and they have some kids.
Why do they have them if the world is void?

What is the world but such a labyrinth
that gets quite clear through that eternal life?
What is the use if souls do not survive,
and live the pleasure of the world to come?
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IS THAT REAL FAITH?
Don't imagine that the man who hurts
other people has a tranquil heart.
Perhaps, he goes through a lot of pain
like the child whose hunger makes him cry.

You can feel the harm that he can cause,
but you don't discern what state he lives.
He endures a lot that's hard to bear,
and no person thinks of giving hand.

Loneliness and fear control his life,
and you see his inner pouring tears,
but you think of self and not his grief,
deeming that you are the faithful side.
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THE EARTH IN HEAVEN
The Lord Himself appeared on earth to man.
He was the Son of God, and God Himself.
God showed man everything He talked about,
the angels and the devils and His saints.

Good parents and pure people dear to us
are those whom the Lord takes to be His folk.
They live on earth among us and quite near,
and fill the earth with joy, with love and cheer.

We love them on the earth, and they love us,
and they make heaven such a lovely place.
They feel so content there and make us feel
as happy as we are on the dear earth.
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MY REAL PARADISE
I adhere to the love that won't change.
I love all those l know; they've owned my heart.
I love my city and its various streets,
and all the people whom l see and meet.

I love my quarter much; l hate to move
to other areas in my charming town.
I love all people, whom l know so well,
and want to be with them; there is my sky.

I beg my Lord, Who can do what He wants,
to keep me in my house and in my room
beside the persons, whom l really love,
and make this lovely home my paradise.
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WAR AND PEOPLE
How can you, war, ascend to such a stage
of high repute for doing gallant deeds.
You are the killer of the poorest men,
who are quite armless, yet you speak of pride.

The poor are always where great danger lurks.
They have to risk and go where food exists.
They scarcely earn enough to have their need,
or find what can placate their nagging kids.

They have only their tears for those who die
as they are friends and kin, who left young girls.
The rich will hear the news while drinking tea.
They only come back home when all is quiet.
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THE EWE AND THE GOAT
Once, a sheep quite fat was forced to jump.
Its posterior fatty tail went up.
Near her was a goat that giggled long.
"Shame on You," she said to that poor ewe.

The reserved and timid sheep was sad
for a few unhappy days of shame
till the shepherd wanted to know why.
She surprised him when he heard her tale.

"Don't be shy," he said,"my decent sheep.
Look at her at any time you like.
You will know that you were seen for once,
but she makes a show of self and laughs."
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MOTIVATED BY LOVE NOT HATE
When Christ came down to earth, He could have had
the choice to be the ruler of the world.
He chose to be the child of that poor mum,
and nothing in His hand except the truth.

He started teaching as the poorest man,
and opposed what was wrong without a sword.
He loved the people, and He cured the sick,
and fed with fish all those that hunger struck.

He forgave His disciples when untrue,
and those who caused His death on that harsh cross.
He could have killed all those who wished His death,
but He would spread deep love and not revenge.
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THE BUTTERFLY AND THE FLY
Poetry, you are as free to fly
as a butterfly from rose to rose.
You don't go to that unpleasant fly
to impose on you its style of flight.

It approaches you just to disturb
your harmonious flow that it beholds.
This disturbing creature does not know
how to fly and wants the others so.

Fly on, butterfly; don't mind the fly.
It approaches to disturb your joy.
The unequalled charm of your own move
gains the hearts which know the taste of love.
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WHAT IS THE USE?
The obscure darkness fills the sky
with stars that twinkle like man's eyes.
They ask if man can find an aim
of this fast trip and his short life.

The stars tell him that they have seen
a lot of people come and die.
They saw the cavemen yesterday.
Today, they see the modern men.

They passed like guests and still they do.
Why do they come? where do they go?
The stars and eyes twinkle and ask,
"What is the use of this vague trip?"
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PASSENGERS OF TIME TRAIN
The olden time came back to me
When l was reading Shakespeare.
The crowds were at the outer gate
and he was pleased on his old stage.

He wanted larger crowds to come
as he desired more income.
He did not see how years elapsed;
his eyes and mind were reading plays.

Abruptly, he observed his hand
while he was writing a new thought.
Some wrinkles caused him little fright;
he noticed time had done its job.

You are in my mind , great playwright,
as you are such a dear seatmate.
Long time has gone to sever us
but we are in the same time train.
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THE PRESENT WITH IF
Enjoy the present; never deem the past
to be upbeat or full of pleasant scenes.
Don't think of coming time; it's not your own.
You possess none except the present time.

Rejoice when you are in good health and mind.
They let you feel the pleasure in your hand.
prepare a drink, and enjoy every sip.
You can't be sure if you will reach the dregs.

I love you present as you are my chance
to read, to write, to indite, and to muse.
You are the only joy that life can give
if in man's heart, there is the soul of God.
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HOW CAN I KNOW YOUR WILL?
You are my aim to live a tranquil life.
Please, be the voice that tells me if l'm right.
I look inside my heart expecting sights
that tell me if l'm right in what l do.

Where areYou, Lord? I've been in search for you,
forgetting my own ways and seeking yours.
Why don't you give me just a touch that shows
I'm right or wrong in what l search or do?

I'm not so strong but l'm true and sincere.
I implore you to use Your hinting ways.
I need to know your will to walk that way
as what you want from us is good for all.
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A STONE IN THE WALL
What's the gain when you defeat a man,
or can prove you are the better one?
Lots of people live on this wide land.
Now, you are supreme; will it last long?

Don't care who is better or much worse.
Care for doing what you think can show
something of the truth which when you see,
you will say that's what l'm proud to be.

You will put a stone in that high wall
which when others see, they'll gain a lot.
They will see the gist that shows how life
can be better for mankind to live.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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