HE LEFT HIS SHIRT.
Though young, she had a heart so warm,
and missed those arms that carried her.
She is just four, too young to think,
but has a heart as soft as fur.

She saw her father's shirt on hook.
She missed his odour and his gifts.
She plunged her head between its sleeves,
and blamed his voyage without her.

She did not know where he had gone
as she was too young for such trips,
but urged her mother that they should
go after him as life got void.

Her mother cried but did not say
his land was far; she did not want
to grieve her daughter, so she said,
" He left his shirt; he would come soon."
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HELL IS A REALITY.
An old man thought his heart was mild.
It would forget bad deeds of yore.
He did not deem it was so mean
and all his wrongs were kept in store.

When power filled his arms and legs,
he paid back an eye for an eye.
It garnered his and rubbed their acts
to make him sigh for that and cry.

He scarcely could forget a wrong
when he recalled another one.
It made his life a vicious hell
whose source was burning from within.

Hot fire scorched the old man's soul
and came from his torturing heart.
I wonder how some people say
hell is a myth mad people start.
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HELP TO BE HELPED!
People are opposed to people.
Don't they perceive their own failure?
All of them are poorest creatures.
Each can see how much he suffers.

They advance from snags to harder
frightened by their horried voyage
weeping and expecting others
are successful, but are liars.

Help your brother; he's in trouble,
but you feel just what you go through.
Sympathize, and give him rescue.
All of us have just one Father.

Don't await his loss with laughter
or create a snare to trap him.
It's enough the hardship he has.
Stand with him, your Lord will help you.
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HE NEEDS SOMETHING ELSE.
He wants to find a meaning to his life;
he is so poor and moves from door to door.
He is a person of a high request,
but people see his hand and not his face.

They give him just a penny or some bread
and when bighearted, they give him a pound.
He has no pledge in his pouch or his mind
to make him feel the sunrise of his hope.

He looks at people with beseeching eyes,
but none would see what his eyes try to say.
They see their pound and how to make amends
while he can't see the coins but his lost aim.
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HIS WAY IS TOO HARD.
How can you read about His deeds
and stay quite neutral in your love?
He had great passion on the weak
and saved them from the senseless hearts.

He saved Magdalene from the stones;
they'd have no pity on her head.
They moved like insects in their hands
to bleed her skin and that of Christ.

He was not frightened by their flint.
Can l behave just as He did
or hurry to hide in my house
and think of self a saint in creeds?

He loved us much and wept man's fate.
We dressed Him with a crown of thorns.
He said, " Forgive them," and we said,
" We got rid of whose way is hard."
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HOLY  STRENGTH

Strongest people are so glad;
they don't care when things are bad.
They look with a smiling face
what is bad they can erase.

Beware of those who are weak
who try hardest not to speak.
If they start they cannot stop.
Their shout reaches highest top.

They live under greatest strain
shackled by an iron chain.
Woe to you if that chain broke,
it would lead to such fierce stroke.

When strong, you get high by strength.
You fear none, not even death.
After success, you don't care
if your death is nigh and there.

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HONEST CRITICISM

When people check what l indite
They fill my heart with great delight.
If l am wrong, they show the flaw
And fill my eyes and mind with light.

They show my lines deserve their strain
And they try my thoughts to attain.
They respect me, and l the same
As we both new viewpoints obtain.

My father used to criticize
My faults and me used to advise.
That's what makes me who speaks with you,
A man who correct thoughts applies.

Those, who with love my faults correct,
I owe deep love, the greatest debt.
If they correct and hark defence,
Their thoughts and mine deserve respect.

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HONOURED LOVE
When love is true you can't keep it away from heart.
It gets the tune that gives a lot of joy to life.
You find yourself required to see it grow and bloom
and make the earth a step to build an endless life.

You do all what you can to see your dear rejoice.
You pray for dawn to be so gentle in its morn,
to touch your dear with rays that make her love her days
and see her life so sweet, so full of great delight.

At dusk and after that, you turn the moon so bright
so that her way gets clear and she likes her night-walk.
Her sleep will get so cool with none to peep at her
save that high-hanging lamp that brings her happy sights.

No *** can be true love in value and esteem
except when man can build what can remain and last.
Disgust and dirt can bring what soon will pass away.
What can remain is what the lasting souls construct.
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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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HOW CAN I HATE ?
You've filled my heart with love; how can l hate ?
You've blessed who pierced Your heart and brought Your fate.
What should l do with that who said a word
that made me feel so small among the crowd ?

The love You give my heart is so refined;
the wine You gave the bride was of rare kind.
Your love that lives in me has made me drunk.
Intoxicated, l look up and thank.

Who can make such great wine, or brew such love
that lift a man so high to dwell above
except Who'd lived above and came to show
how men can live great joy when Him they know ?
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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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HOW CAN WE?
How can we deprive him of our love
and cause him a deep wound in his heart?
How can we feel the joy of being close
while he is thrown away, an outcast?

How can we see his eyes begging us
through his wrath that tells us his great loss?
He cannot kiss our hands to be near
though his heart is so keen to do so.

How can we enjoy love while some men
look with eyes trying hard to hide tears?
Don't we feel for those whose hearts beat fast
begging us to let them share our joy?
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HOW CAN YOU EXPLAIN ?
People peruse  on the internet
with wide open eyes and eager mind.
What can join all people on that screen,
but a secret that deserves their strain ?

Man has always been in such a case.
From the start of time he's risked his life,
looking for a treasure of great worth,
and has searched for it the deep and skies.

I join hands with them seeking the truth.
Can man's life end here, a heap of dust ?
Miracles have interfered to ask,
"How can you explain these marvels, man ?"
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HOWEVER YOU ARE, CALL CHRIST.
Don't let your time go by, and you are shy
to meet your Lord, Who is in His high sky.
You can get pure today, not every day
as the pandemic can block your locked way.

You could be in great danger and no one
could approach your locked room to hear your moan.
How would you feel while you would like a priest
to hear your voice to endow you some rest.

Life can distract your mind, but death is near.
Be always clean to shun a greater fear.
The Lord is always prompt when you call Him,
but you don't call when you're not pure and calm.
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HOW GLAD THEY MUST BE!
I was enraptured by a song
sung by a chanter of years passed.
I thought about that who performed
if he'd fulfilled his task in life.

The song was praising serious love
that was of pure and sincere sense.
I felt elated by his words
that moved good feelings in my heart.

I felt so glad for this clean man
who sang something of useful aims.
He praised his Lord for His good world
and now, he should be well content.

How pleased are those who achieved what
was great and useful for mankind.
They lived so active useful years
and now, they're glad about past deeds.
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HOW I PRAY
When l pray, l want to feel the thoughts
that l say are what the Lord would hear.
Words should come directly from my heart,
where God lives and knows all that l feel.

I request the pleas that give me rest
that transport my soul to obscure joy.
I perceive that l have gained something
which l fear to lose, so l conceal.

When l go to work, l feel so light.
I can fly like birds though my job's hard.
I conceive l have a wealth so vast
though my jacket's old and full of darns.
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HOW STRANGE MAN IS !

A man is beaten by his foe.
He causes his wife so much woe.
His wife reacts on her young child.
In turn, the child beats his cat hard.

In life, we always act like that.
We often from hard problems ****.
We just waste time on what we can,
And keep hard work out of the plan.

How can a writer close his eyes
And forget his soul and its skies ?
Is he like that who beats his wife
To shun his foe's most crucial strife ?

I wonder how man can escape
The strong foe and exchange his shape.
Can he convince his beaten mind
And swap with what on him assigned ?

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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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HUMBLENESS, THE QUIET VIRTUE
Who am l to think l'm better
than the others who are normal?
Do l ken a bit more knowledge
or l fake l have this honour?

Those who are distinguished people
have no time to waste on nonsense.
They invest their time in labour
as they want to use their talents.

Don't be haughty, bell, as you know
Your inside is wholly empty.
Bullion can't fulfill your purpose
as its value is so heavy.

Help me, Lord, to be quite humble.
Bells have nothing save their shouting.
Greatest men employ their silence;
when they talk, all run to listen.
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I ADHERE TO YOU.
If You send me just a word, my Lord,
to assure me that You are quite near,
I would leave my silver and my gold
and upleap and dance in your wide sphere.

What can gold and silver give my heart
to release it from its fear and care.
Only when l hear Your voice around
of the tranquil life l get aware.

We get stuck to those who are the cause
which endows us life to live on earth.
Lambs get stuck to mothers for their food;
I adhere to You for peace and mirth.
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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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I AM THE GOD OF YOUR SOUL.

You don't intend to know that l
Incite the feelings inside you.
I stir your fear, and move your eye;
Those are my signals that l show.

You ask for clues, but what are these?
They are so clear, but you lack sense.
Who helps you and controls your fears,
And gives you peace and strong defence?

Don't you ken that l've made your soul,
The Father Who lives inside you?
You want material life, you toil
Or ask the parents, who flesh grow.

Your soul l protect with my hands,
With my pain on the cross, you know.
I protect you from that who stands
To sever you from me through woe.

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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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I CAN'T FORGET HER.
A girl who lived beside my home was poor in shape and mind.
Her parents did not care for her; no one saw her but laughed
at her appearance and her words, and at her ***** clothes.
None cared about this girl and we, young boys, liked to annoy.

She used to carry sticks with her and walk along the street.
We, little boys, would take a stick, and she would start to weep.
I recall her after long time and she lacerates my heart.
She brings hot tears to my sad eyes when l live that old sight.

What had she done to be like that and spend her life in dirt?
Man's life is short and we try hard to use it to the dregs.
She came and left but did not feel the meaning of her life,
but she created in my heart a choke l can't delete.
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I CAN'T FORGET HER.
A girl who lived beside my home was poor in shape and mind.
Her parents did not care for her; no one saw her but laughed
at her appearance and her words, and at her ***** clothes.
None cared about this girl and we, young boys, liked to annoy.

She used to carry sticks with her and walk along the street.
We, little boys, would take a stick, and she would start to weep.
I recall her after long time and she lacerates my heart.
She brings hot tears to my sad eyes when l live that old sight.

What had she done to be like that and spend her life in dirt?
Man's life is short and we try hard to use it to the dregs.
She came and left but did not feel the meaning of her life,
but she created in my heart a choke l can't delete.
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I DID NOT KNOW HE LIVES THERE.
How can you, man, look for the fearless life
on land where time is flying, holding you
intending to throw you in seas of death
where whales receive you with their opened mouths?

There is no hope except in Him who makes
the people all and has the source of joy,
but where is He? I don't know where to find
His smile that fills my heart with endless hope.

After long search, l've found him in the hearts
of every person who does not know Him.
I've given succour to those tearful eyes
and got from them my long lost aim and glee.

How could l know that poor and homeless kids
with those old men who sleep on pavement sides,
together with the drunkards none respects
could have the Lord of lords inside their hearts?
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I  ENVY  THEM.
I reflect how people can in life neglect
serious matters that they face on their own ways,
matters that can fluctuate their mood and mirth
and can change their joy from darkness to bright rays.

They may ponder what they eat or where they go,
if their organs can have *** or they get frail,
but they don't reflect on what will happen when
they get old or where their soul will set its sail.

I'm not speaking about faith for its own sake.
I'm just thinking how faith can give mirth to man.
After living for sometime like human beings,
can we turn to senseless earth with all our clan?
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I ENVY YOU.
I begrudge your careless way of seeing life,
how you come, and where you go away quite soon.
You enjoy your food and drink and never deem
where your lives are going to and their hard atrife.

I imagine all the world and who live on
are transferred to my own shoulders which can't bear
my own weight that exhausts me with my small mind,
which is lacking needed scope to make things known.

I refuge to what, some think, is not so sure,
to discern a picture that brings me a smile,
but the people refute me, giving no clue
just increasing agonies that none can bear.
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I FEAR REMORSE
I have a heart that can't behold a ram,
so proud of its long horns, the strength it has,
thrown on the ground giving some hopeless kicks,
slain by the hands that love the ****** mud.

May God protect me from those kinds of deeds
whose impact will assault my thoughtful mind.
They will invade my dreams and tranquil sleep
and give me sleepless nights full of regret.

My heart is not begotten to cause pain
or make a creature weep his broken heart.
I do my best to plant a smile around
to please my heart and rid me of remorse.
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I FEEL MYSELF A STRANGER.
Some people think that *** is just like food.
They eat a sandwich here and there a cake.
All cats and dogs in nature get surprised
as *** for them brings kittens and their pups.

If one gets pregnant, they feel shocked and sad.
*** is for pleasure not for having kids.
They feel deep shame on parents and the girl
if their dirt gives its smell and gets quite clear.

A person with clean underpants is dumb.
He is not bright enough to sin and hide.
I feel myself a stranger in this world,
where *** is shame if it leads to a child.
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IF YOU CAN'T COMPETE, ****!
People don't accept Who is so kind
and loves all the persons, good and bad.
He has power, but He can't apply
as He pities all, the weak and shy.

He declared His kingdom is not here,
but it is above the atmosphere.
He could **** all those who caused His death,
asking forgiveness for them and health.

How could such a Man live among men
who could commit crimes, and who could sin?
They beheld themselves to be too small
and could never reach His soaring goal.

Nothing can be done with such a Man
except to **** Him and save His clan
from dishonour that can demean them
as they cannot reach such a high aim.
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I LOVE WHAT I KNOW.
I love the sky, the endless space.
I love the sun, the moon, the rest.
I love the angels and the saints,
but man and land l love much more.

I love the people whom l know.
I love to see them and them hear.
I love the people l ignore.
When l know them, l love them more.

I love my friends who live around,
and those who live on distant land.
I love my kin and next of kin.
They are all like me flesh and blood.

I love you all and hope to stay
with whom l know, who share my way.
They know me and l know them well.
I would like much with them to dwell.
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I NEED YOUR HELP !
I ask if you do know, poets of great renown,
what gist this life can have, and what for people live.
We move from day to day; the change is just the date.
We look at time and say we are as always late.

We feel that life must have a meaning but we are
too lazy and too dumb to find its sense and depth.
I fear that time will pass while l'm still quite distraught.
Please, days, slow down till l can find my hidden wealth.

There must be something tucked somewhere but l need help.
Who can give me a hand to set my mind at rest?
Then l don't care if days are slower or the same
as l have found what l have reckoned my tucked aim.
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INNER LIFE, PEACE AND TRUST
No one would like to be that man
who at his old age he would say,
"If l could repeat my past life,
I would behave in different way."

Each man has skills, which are strong points
that if he's reared and applied well,
they will lead him to reconcile
his inner life with supreme joy.

He'll have a tranquil mind that says
it is so happy with his deeds.
They've given him the great results
that he'd repeat if he came back.

He feels so glad and quite at peace
and nothing can his great joy cease.
His mind has given him the best
that fills his heart with love and trust.
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I PITY THOSE WHO KILLED THEIR SAVIOUR.
The Shepherd could not stay afar
from His poor flock as it was weak,
but weakness at times causes harm
when it kills That Whose hands redeem.

He came to save the lambs whose skin
was flayed by pains that were acute.
They saw He was so kind and soft;
they killed Him in a way too brute.

He showed them love that never dies.
They showed Him how the thieves were killed.
He saved their skin; they flogged His own.
He had good will; they had the worst.

He pitied those most ruthless hearts.
He shouted ere His soul was freed,
"Forgive them, Father, they don't know
that their own Saviour they have killed."
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I PITY YOU!
Pilot, you had nerve break down
after having thrown that bomb
which had killed so many lives
and had deformed many more.

What could happen to your mind
and to your most distressed soul?
Could a new start bring you hope,
or you caught Iscariot's hand?

What is life if old age gets
encircled inside a gaol,
remorse builds its fearful walls
and no hope to bring it light.

Soldier, if you think your shot
will deprive some kids and mum
of the father whom you ****,
you will think of it a lot.
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IS IT POSSIBLE?
What do some people think of coming death?
Is it a complete void and piles of bones
that are laid under earth to shun the fate
of being eaten by some hungry dogs?

Is it the end of man who can discern
the right from wrong, the evil from good deeds?
Where is the knowledge that he's piled in mind?
Where is the love he's felt, the tears he's shed?

Is man just like the dog that romps with spree
when it gets its inside filled with fit food?
It does not care what other dogs go through
as long as it has got its stomach filled.

Do people of good hearts and those of ill
face just the same results, not fearing hell?
Do those who sympathize and those who wound
lie under the same turf with equal end?
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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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IS LOVE GAIN OR PAIN?
If you have foes, in mankind's laws,
you hate their sight and you should fight,
but in Christ's faith, there is strange grace
which makes who hates live in the heart.

A foeman is dashing at you,
a dagger is in his right hand.
You will use strength to disarm him
but not to shed his furious blood.

Your anger may see him hostile,
but this will last till you are safe.
Once he gets weak, you will love him
and defend him paying your life.

Love is not pleasure; it is pain.
You see those whom you love so dear,
and dear ones are always fragile,
which gives great torture you can't bear.
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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.
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IS POETRY OLD FASHIONED?
Each time has its men and art.
Shakespeare died long time ago.
Verse and plays could charm past minds.
Now, no one reads what you say.

When you write a poem, try
to convince someone to hark.
All around you people shun
What you think is nicely done.

All alone they rush to read
common things on the Facebook.
When they see you, they retreat,
fearing boredom and your hook.

Don't exhaust your time on what
People are disgusted with.
Nthing useless recompense
for your time and self-esteem.
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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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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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IT NEVER DIES .
She is old, scarcely can go  outdoors,
but her heart still beats for that old love.
As long as her heart beats to send blood,
it will beat for old love that once ruled.

Love is grace endowed by the great Lord
to join two and keep them like pure gold.
They get all their flesh needs and stay chaste
as their souls God's full blessings unite.

Human hearts live to love and to pump
to feed veins and the flesh with life stuff.
Love is stirred in the heart by the soul,
and like it, love will have endless life.

The sweet sense dwells beneath a thick veil
to give love a deep role in man's life.
That's why God joins the two to get one
so that none can sever or take part.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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I TRUST YOU, CHRIST.
Between Your hands l place my trust and life.
I see how much You love my begging heart.
I feel myself too weak and see in you
the mum whom the child sees can the world fight.

I did what l forgot of previous acts,
which have no place in my now disturbed mind
to see that You have built on those past deeds
the precious consequence which now l find.

My Lord, my Christ, l will not fear mistakes
as what l think wrong acts Your hand will use
to build on them what l can never think
You will confer my house the greatest bliss.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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IT'S HIS CHOICE.
A man is not more than a child
in his small knowledge of the world.
His soul is from his divine Lord;
it tends to live and death abhors.

He loves to live, but life goes fast.
He has no means to stay alive.
The Lord loves him but wants His love
to make him blameless like Himself.

When man opposes God's good will
and follows what makes him choose sin,
its blemish gives him great headache,
but he still yearns for endless being.

It is his choice to stay alive
with those who reap what Eden yields,
or get the dirt and live some years
and die in his poor choice of vice.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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IT IS NOT EASY TO HAVE FAITH.
Faith, they think you are a piece of cake.
They don't know that you are hard to reach.
You require lots of thoughts and depth.
Only active minds your sphere can reach.

They imagine faith is weakness' fruit.
Only sluggish persons savour it.
They don't know that only clever saints
can that lofty jubilee attain.

How can man neglect his wealth and fame
so that he can live a state so high?
It's not easy to believe in Christ
if you don't feel the price of His love.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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I WAIT FOR A VISIT .

My Lord, what more attracts my eyes
Than your light which shines through the skies
That shows how serene is my Lord
Who is so clear and pure like gold ?

I look up and behold that light
Which gives me courage from Your might.
I need this strength to feel so bold
And then l love more my dear Lord.

On earth, we love who are near us
And come to visit our house.
I visit You every Sunday ;
Why don't you visit me one day?

How can a person filled with fear
Be glad to see Who scares him near ?
He loves to see and spend his time
With That Who makes him feel so calm.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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I WANT TO BE CLEAN.

How much l would like to go up
And wade through high clouds that are white.
I get so clean in heart and shape
And have a pure mind then to write.

I long to see my soul so pure
As dirt disturbs my heart and soul.
It instigates the sense of fear
And morale in me wastes its goal.

Clean clouds if l can't go to you
Change into fog and come to land.
I rush and wash in your clean dew
And dry myself with desert sand.

I'll do all just to be as clean
As angels in my Lord's pure sky.
Then l will have a tranquil brain
When down your cross l stand to cry.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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