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If I were to die in the middle of the night O God.
I pray that you use my life to make a difference.
In other people lives, to draw them unto you.
If I was to die in the middle of the morning.
I pray O Saving One , that through my actions.
Many different people seen you within me.
Thus drawing upon you to be saved as well.
If I was to die, in the middle of the afternoon.
May many through my repentance of sin.
See the sacrifice was good and do the same.
Repenting of sins as well and becoming born-again believers.
 Aug 2015
SøułSurvivør
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i looked unto
a seplechur sky
deepest dungeon of blue
wreaths of wraiths
beseached the hills
before the day was new

whisps of vapor
reaching up and out
ten thousand ghosts forlorn
all looking for the morning sun
wishing to be reborn

sad and lost
they wailed there
at the closing of the night
plain the pain and deep despair
magical the sight

i felt a tear
roll down my face
they were so pale and wan
i watched the sun rise
o'r the hills
looked back and

they were gone


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/13/2015
this poem was inspired by
clouds i saw a few weeks ago
an awesome sight
low hanging and wispy
just like ghosts

I'm only on site a short time
mom is still quite ill

thanks for your prayers
 Aug 2015
Neex
I'll be up every night,
Waiting,
For you,
Even though,
You might not show up soon,
I'll wait every night,
And day,
*For you.
I don't know why but I do, a lot.
 Aug 2015
Ignatius Hosiana
We all have learnt to tightly seal our emotions
Because we are afraid to fall under siege of affection and to surrender
Camouflaging trying to hide in sweet scented lotions
The stench of a past we no longer want to remember

We have built great walls and made a fortress every heart
So hard so that even happiness and peace cannot find their way
But only the loneliness clambering on those walls likely to hurt
Besides the floods of despair almost washing us away

We know how to smile with a frown inside
We hide cold within the warm embrace we give
Calm lakes above yet under the visible is a current we hide
Pretending we forgot but never did we even forgive

And having learnt from ourselves that not all who are warm are caring
We choose to die with our plight without sharing
 Aug 2015
Nicole Dawn
How is it,
That a mere thought
Cuts deeper
Than the sharpest blade?

And how is it,
That the sight of you
Hurts more
Than the deepest cut?
My heart is for those whom are suffering now, and for those hurting.
My pray is those whom do evil , to other people that their eyes be open.
Shall wake up repent, if this means for them to suffer the same way.
The way that they make others suffer , to save their very soul in time.
I am not saying that I wish for them to suffer like they put others through.
I hate for anyone to hurt or to suffer needlessly, I want all to be saved.
Even those that are purposely hurting others, without good cause.
Christ says repent or you shall end up going to h3ll where you will suffer.
My pray is that they only suffer a little here to save them from eternal suffering.
I want everyone to repent, and change their evil way thus saving their very soul.
We live to draw others to the Great Creator throne room.
We die to self to reveal him to all of those that surrounds us.
We are blessed, so that we can use them to bless others as well.
We are grateful because , he is a Good God whom gives us love.
As well as having his begotten son die for us then rise up again.
Giving us an open door to heaven if we humble our selves  here.
Admitting that we are lost without him a sinner whom needs him to save us.
We love him because he love us first and give us, his grace and mercies.
So even when we fail him he forgives us , like we should forgive others.
Though it's dark outside, the Light from you flood out the darkness.
I shall fear no evil, for you have already overcome the false gods of evil.
You have guided us throughout our Journey protecting us along the way.
I am but a mortal man O Saving God, whom you have blessed here.
As well as others here you have blessed, through the truth of your words.
Which you have spoken into my heart to write these poems of ours God.
I am but a blessed servant that you have wrote these poems using me.
As the vessel that gets credit for writing them, with your help O God.
To bless others that you Love unconditionally without any expectance.
For you love everyone equally without them doing anything at all.
It would be great though for the whole world to come to your throne room.
Repenting of sin is all that you expect in order of becoming born again.
And your Spirit would help them all to become a new Creation.
Love others as Christ loves you unconditional.
Speak Love edified others, lift them up always.
Show them that you Love them by showing them mercy.
Never despise them nor show hatred toward them.
But keep praying for them and loving them as well.
Encourage them , watch as they inspire you here.
Lifting you up with their inspiration and love.
For anyone and everyone should inspire you.
For everyone is a inspiration working to do their best.
To live a life that Christ created them to live here.
Some shall find him while others shall reject his Goodness.
But still even them whom were made in God's image.
Still can inspire you though  their struggles and pain.
So many people living today are hurting and suffering.
So many that are tired of hurting, so tired of living.
So many people are Lonely and heart-broken as well.
So many whom are lost, searching for truth here.
These and more are the people whom I understand.
Whom I have compassion for and got my heart.
For I understand what's pain that they are feeling.
My heart goes out to each and everyone of them.
They are the ones that Christ is holding right now.
For he loves the desperate, the hurting, and the hurting.
He loves them as well as the rest of humanity everywhere.
Cast me not O Light of my soul into the darkness.
But lead me through Salvation till it has been won.
Cast me not O Light of my soul into temptations.
But lead me through Salvation till it has been won.
Cast me not O Light of my soul to the death that never ends.
But lead me through Salvation till it has been won.
Cast me not into the Silence O Light,that pierce the very soul into madness.
But lead me through Salvation till it has been won.
For whom am I without you but a fool whom already lost.
August 8, 2015 @ by wondermanpoetry
Freedom Lives, because he rose again, from the cross.
His Love for sinners outweighed , his hatred of sin.
For he truly is the Begotten son of the Father God.
He could had let us all go to h3ll and rot there forever.
But he loved us , his Creation to allow that to happen.
For he allow himself, to become born of a woman here.
So that he could become sin, and die a sinners death.
To create that open door for us to enter heaven through.
So we could join him there, with praise and thankfulness.
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