WHEAT AND WEEDS
I imagine that there are some folks
who may have the spirit that destroys
what is good because they can't produce
Luscious fruit but litter is their crops.

Vicious weeds, who may expect from you
useful wheat which people love to eat.
You can't give what's good that people like,
so you try to wreck what few can bring.

Gourmets won't deem weeds as their own food.
They will always seek succulent crops.
Man can't live on ******* envy yields
though he fears that envy's ***** tongue.
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THEY CAN'T SWERVE.
Everyone sees on his way in life
buckets full of liquids, some are sweet.
Some are bitter like the hateful spite.
Man can choose what his free soul will fit.

Some have met great failure in their life,
and have got a mind so full of pride.
Sweetness seems too soft to gratify
all the grudges which with them abide.

Poor are they; l wonder how they can
tolerate the bitterness they live.
They make people hate their face and tongue,
but their spiteful way they never swerve.
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SELFISH LOVE
You pretend that she was dear,
and you practised *** with her.
You introduced her to sin;
now with others, she wants more.

She is with another man,
and you are sorry for that
not because you spoilt her life
but because you need delight.

Don't you see that you killed her;
she has no husband nor kids.
Who will care for her when old?
All that's for your selfish needs.
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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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THE SOUL'S AIM
I feel surprised how people can
enjoy the sinful *** without
great fear that their most sober state
Is lost on earth and in the height.

They don't care for their anxious soul
whose aim is calmness deep and pure
that exists in the afterlife
but starts on earth and there gets sure.

Up there, there is no fear of louts
and people from a careless clan.
Man runs away from them on earth
so that his full calm life can gain.
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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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THE HUNCH-BACK OF NOTRE DAME
All the people have one they love.
Why am l deprived and lonely?
They look at a girl and she smiles.
When l look, she has the giggles.

Are they sons of queens and nobles,
and l am the son of servants?
Even servants have their lovers,
or l would no be on the earth.

Lord, l heard that poor Lazarus
had his sorrows at that plush gate.
Have l got mine where no sweet girl
gives me greetings but for kindness?
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THE STABLE LIFE
I am surprised that people do not see
the world is like a man who hides behind
his back a card that asks you soon to leave
your job and stay with nothing in your hand.

You accept that as it is better than
when your phone rings and tells you that a kin
will go abroad and stay so far from you
while this dear person brightens your dull view.

You sit and think what kind of life this is.
The other day a good friend passed away.
Is this the life from which you expect joy?
You fear what you do not expect to know.

Where is the life that tells you none will change
and moves from depth to depth and all will please.
It can be found just in what Jesus says
about His world where endless love exists.
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CHEERS TO THE PRESENT
The past has passed and won't return;
don't think of what you'll never own.
The future is obscure to you;
it's just a mere uncertain view.

The golden treasure is just now.
Endow it all that you can do.
Give it your mind, and all your strength
and build through it your future wealth.

The present is all what you've had
for what you did and what you stored.
Use it and all your future will
be full of wealth and precious skill.
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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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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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AN ATTRACTIVE WOMAN
A man loves meekness in a woman's eyes.
Their mildness has the turn of strongest pull.
They flow without permission into hearts.
So lucky is the man who gains their glow.

How much he loves the beauty of a girl
who enfolds charm that dwells in her coy face.
He looks at her with fire that ignites
his deep desire to hold and to embrace.

Her calm appeal incites his heart to feel
she can be his dear wife and he her mate.
He would like such a girl to share his life
here on the earth and even there above.
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DON'T SEEK JUST MY GLORY!
The door is knocked. Who can He be?
Can you imagine He's the Lord?
If you expect the Lord  Himself,
you'll be surprised and really shocked.

A lot of times you've heard Him say,
"I am the poor, l am the weak.
I am whose pain is kept inside,
but my crushed heart is shedding tears.

"Don't you remember when l walked
along the way where they transfixed
My bleeding body on the cross?
I was like who knocks at your door.

"I stand with him from all My heights
as in his need l live with him.
That who does not feel Our wounds,
I won't call on him in My cheers."
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MACBETH AND BLOOD
Poor Macbeth, l know what you'd gone through
ere you met your death in that last fight.
You were sorry for the men you'd killed
and did not want a new man to add.

Looking at your hands, you saw the blood
you had shed in previous fights you'd had.
All the oceans' water could not clean.
You decided to be killed and slain.

So profound you were with what you thought.
You repent. Would Jesus shrive your crimes?
Where are we with our sins, my Lord?
Shall we yield and die, or pray and live?
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BETWEEN LOVE AND ***
A man can challenge all the world,
but can't defy something in head.
When his heart tends towards a goal,
no power can deflect his will.

Look at those two who are like one.
They are one; their souls them combine.
Their loving hearts make them quite queer
as each can't live without that dear.

Some people feel that love is ***.
Their hearts and souls have no effects.
Like cats, they join their flesh and howl
and exchange beds until they fall.
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THE CLOWN'S GOWN
Europe, you wax so frail and low
in all what you can see and show.
You've changed your verse to guessing games
but kept for it those great old names.

How can you place your modern verse
among the poems of great wits?
Don't you feel shy and hide yourself
as what you indite brings you grief?

You are still proud though lost your creed,
the secret why you could succeed.
You're getting funny, low and down;
no wonder your verse wears this gown.
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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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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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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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LOVE IS ONE.
Love, you are one, but seem in various ways
like that which brings a man to his dear girl,
or mothers to their kids, and Christ to us,
and you are pure and clean in all your forms.

You are so pure, and have a snow-white hand,
that wants to give and touch to please and guard.
The lover does not touch to please himself,
but to delight the person whom he loves.

The lover's life is not of great concern.
He lives for whom he loves and for her smile.
He is prepared to risk all what he owns
to see that whom he loves is in full joy.

So pure is she to him that he can't deem
it proper to dress her chaste face in red.
He gets near her with well anointed hands
to make her feel she gets much more sublime.
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FASTING
The Lord with cross on back will walk His way
of passion which will yield great wounds and death,
and we will fast to share His pain and grief,
awaiting His sunrise to give us mirth.

The dawn of life is short and will soon pass.
The sun that gives the hues to ladies cheeks
will grow to be a sun that burns the dunes
and meet its gloom at dusk with crying eyes.

Where is your light, kind dawn, and life is full
of grudges which the Lord will pass along,
but Jesus will survive and leave His grave
as we will end the fast and cheer with songs.

Cold death, you'll meet your end and fasting will
bestow us happy sense that fills the hearts
when Jesus rises and His boundless dawn
assures us that His endless life survives.
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MAN AND SIN
Sin, you are a cause to suffer.
How can man be such a sinner?
Man can commit it by mistake,
and his sorrow brings him great ache.

He will try to find a way out.
If he does not, he endures doubt.
Remorse comes to start his own hell;
living that, his joy he will ****.

Don't tell me that man can insist
on his wrongs that his life exhaust.
How can man go on and bear that,
which can smother his poor, wrecked heart?
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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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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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I BELIEVE WHAT JESUS SAYS.
I wonder how a man who's read some books,
and started to feel proud of little ken,
which has been ruminated and reviewed
by some who deem they are the science men,
can't see that Jesus has revived the dead.

Who has done that till now when people can
arrange to reach the planets and live there?
How could a Man Who lived at that old time
awake Lazarus or just think and dare
to ask him out of his dim grave to climb?

A Person Who exhorts to endless love,
to peace, sublime and great, to fill the world
is not a man like us who seeks for fame.
When such a man informs, we heed His word,
and countless saints and men adore His name.
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LOVE STARTS WITH UNDERSTANDING.
You write your words and think we live
inside your mind the sense to reach.
You add to that some obscure words
and lots of your figures of speech.

Your poem gets a horrid piece
that you don't grasp after a day.
How can we know what you would mean?
Only a witch its gist can say.

You know that mumbling to yourself
can't build a thought in people's mind.
If you would like to dwell in hearts
the heart's key is to understand.
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GOD OR SUPERSTITIONS ?
Superstitions, what are you ?
Aren't you what the devils show ?
Christ reveals the truth through love,
not through hatred devils carve.

Hunter, you can't **** a bird
if it's not by God allowed.
Nothing happens to a man
that the Father does not ken.

How can man request a change ?
Is he wiser than that Sage ?
Can he bring a better choice
to himself or his own house ?

Depend on the Lord and have
faith in this most sublime Jove.
His design is the choice
which for sure makes you rejoice.
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YOU BUILD YOUR WORLD.
The thoughts you bring to mind will build your world.
The spires that reach the sky should be so high.
The humble and mean thoughts will bring you vice
that leads you to the depth of dark abyss.

Reflect on evil, then the devil comes
to bring you harmful thoughts of dreadful harm.
He shows you what is right the greatest blight,
and what is wrong the light that clears the dark.

You mean to see the scene of Eden's green,
recall the people whose cool words install
what was so great and passed but left results
you see quite full of glee to tortureed hearts.

Recall the good, your soul will find the world
is full of moments that are sweet to heal
the damage that the evil can avail
to make what is around a hateful jail.
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THE MOST PRECIOUS JEWEL
When one gets older, he becomes quite skilled,
but life inclines to be about to end.
This is the precious while of all one's life.
He should distil each drop of this dense sap.

I wonder how some men pass all their  time
in games to shun the boredom life may bring.
Where is the flatness if time flies like bats;
the shrewdest men don't know where they will be.

A lot of guests have passed along this life,
but few can know how bats of life are trapped.
Those  have got famous in the books we read.
The rest have turned to earth on which we tread.
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THE PRUDENCE OF A FEMALE
When l saw her blue eyes, at once l knew
they were the masters of my easy heart.
She looked at me with jewels soft and bright,
a look whose depth was of a profound well.

What sort of vague, abysmal depth she showed?
All around was well lit, a summer day.
Her eyes well scrutinized my witless look,
and weighed the senses that my eyes conveyed.

And then, they cleared and eased a sweet reply
that my eye message was a welcomed one,
but prudence was a main part of her mind
mainly when she displayed such charming eyes.
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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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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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THE AWAITED GUEST
When l feel that life is smiling,
and no fear is freezing my mind,
care is far from my surrounding,
I ken then that Jesus is nigh.

What has happened to my spirit
sorts of flames are burning inside,
urging me to dance in triumph
as l grasp the world in my hand?

All that's happened in a minute
and dispersed my care and fright.
It is not by chance my dear Lord;
it's Your visit to my scared heart.
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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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CONSCIENCE, THE LORD'S VOICE
All his friends have turned their eyes
from his face that lacks the charm.
No-one gives him hopeful warmth
for good friendship of a sort.

He has used his patience long,
but he gets a lonely man.
Where can he find someone who
shares his serious points of view?

A profound voice inside him
has begun to call his name,
"I accept your friendship, man.
Speak with Me. l am your Lord.

"I reply through My old print,
whch l have placed in your heart.
Speak with Me and l reply
through your conscience, My dear friend."
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NONE CAN BE SAVED AGAIN.
Cute lamb, l bought you when they were about
to slay you with their sharpened knives while you
considered that the strong could not be rude,
and they were playing a mere game with you.

I saved you from that horrid scene and we
were glad to live in my small room for long.
I've brought you grass and l have eaten bread
till you've got old, and now you're an old ram.

Your age is now the killer and l'm here
beholding you but can't behave or act.
The place you've filled in my fond heart will keep
recalling you till we meet there once more.
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WHEAT AND WEEDS
I imagine that there are some folks
who may have the spirit that destroys
what is good because they can't produce
Luscious fruit but litter is their crops.

Vicious weeds, who may expect from you
useful wheat which people love to eat.
You can't give what's good that people like,
so you try to wreck what few can bring.

Gourmets won't deem weeds as their own food.
They will always seek succulent crops.
Man can't live on ******* envy yields
though he fears that envy's ***** tongue.
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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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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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A MOTHER TO HER NEW-BORN BABE
The smile that veils your lips with  such a lovely sight
delights my heart and eyes and gives me trust in life.
I ask the world one boon, to keep it constant there
as when you smile at me, you ascertain your joy.

When your eyes twinkle with the rays of that sweet touch,
I feel l have attained all what the world can grant.
I've brought you to this house, too humble to please you.
I can't discern if l have done what you will like.

I'm sure just of one thing which is l love you much,
and ready to give you my days and all my nights.
I'll bring you what my hand will be able to reach ;
the price l'll ask you for is just your priceless smile.
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WHAT DID YOU GAIN?
Soldier, who is stained with blood,
you or that who sent you there?
You **** those whom you don't know.
How can you such an act bear?

You sometimes are sent abroad
to attack who are at home,
and return with esteemed hands;
can that with your mind conform?

Don't you think that you killed some
who are dear to their poor kin?
Just a question l ask you
what did you by that act gain?
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THE MOON WAS THE CULPRIT.
Once, l noticed that the moon was shy,
creeping slowly in the immense sky.
Looking down, l espied two young kids,
sitting in a garden quite nearby.

Love appeared the master of their lives.
They were fully silent and disturbed.
They were shy to show the thoughts they had
in the depth of hearts, but l could know.

Not far from those two young hearts l sat.
"Who had taught them love?"l asked the moon.
Summer stripped the sky of all its clouds,
and the moon, confused, shunned my request.

They were too young for such a great love.
Who could be the teacher of their hearts?
None could be accused but the shy moon
as l noticed it escaped my leer.
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CAN YOU HELP, READER ?
When l feel my life is empty
of the joy l need to survive,
I resort to my quill and ink
and remember things that l like.

Poetry, you are my pleasure.
With you l can roam the whole world.
All the world obeys my measures
of the rhythms that fit my own style.

I think of the world, but l can't
imagine the gist of man's life.
Verse, you solve all man's hard problems,
all except the essence of life.
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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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THEY NEED EACH OTHER.
Self-centered fellows think they are great men.
They can attract some women to their beds,
assuming they are clever and they think
that women run to sigh on their wide chests.

How can we compare those most stupid men
with those who respect women and their roles,
like what was performed by Marie Currie,
who could achieve what those lewd men ignore.

Women, you are the wife who fills the house
with her sweet laughter and her silent work.
You are much brighter than those who suppose
you are created to be ruled by men.

You are the mother who stays up the night
to look after her child who needs her care.
You don't heed what some men would proudly say
as both are born to sigh on their mate's chest.
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PRAYING NEEDS DEEP MUSE.
The sun is making my path clear.
I should enjoy my cheerful way.
The time is still an early morn,
and night appears so far away.

I'm meeting my most glorious Friend
Whose smile will make my life so calm.
He can create the state of mind
that only verse can feel its balm.

To think of Christ and see His way
is not an easy aim to have.
Nothing can make you reach this state
except the deepest muse and love.
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WAS THAT HIS AIM?
He did not care for wealth or gold
but did not find a thing around
that could bring him on his sad face
a happy look, a taste of peace.

He started gathering not convinced,
but money could uphold his crest.
It got his pleasure and his aim
as it conferred on him a name.

So big was his house and quite full
of best furniture that was cool,
but when he died his house was closed
with none to weep for who reposed.
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LOVE COMING FROM HEAVEN
You're right if you love your mum,
who has been your strength for long.
Who can blame you when she's near
even if they are so strong?

Her heart's with you all the time.
Where can such great love be found?
Whether you are right or wrong,
her love for you is profound.

No one can replace her face
when she admires your eyes.
Nowhere can you find such love
except in the endless skies.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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DO YOU KNOW ?
There is danger that the faith in Christ
will disappear soon through mean neglect.
Christians are too careless of their creeds;
secularism is at full speed.

What are we doing for such a Lord
Who endured the pain and died for us?
Are who preach to us aware of that
or are they too busy building fame ?

Why don't we get married and have kids?
Does that impede us to enjoy life ?
Does life exist just for dying flesh ?
Has the soul expired all its love ?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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ISN'T THAT A PROOF?
My Lord, You taught Your men for just three years,
but could establish what no man can do.
They ate the bread and drank the wine, You changed
Into Yourself to be a complete You.

A person eats Your Sacrament and gets
a Christ through Whom You can instruct and speak.
Those people can achieve Your will on earth,
and each can fulfil Your way to the peak.

These deeds have proved You are the Lord, my God,
Who can perform His work from His great height.
Through miracles You live in lots of men,
and from Your heaven, You can shine Your light.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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