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Soul winning has limitless boons;
The Shepherd's welcoming glee:
To seek after the gone-astray sheep
And lead them to the fold of mercy.

He who converts a sinner to Christ
Reduces in this world crime and evil;
For they are creatures new who have
Been born again and deserted the devil,

Seeing for sweet sin the flesh yearns:
To be fed often with delightful iniquity.
By good deeds can no man be saved,
But by the blessed grace of Calvary.

Here, beneath the glittering sun--
The *wise shall inherit glad glory.
And there, beyond the shifting clouds--
They'll be relishing with Jesus eternally.
The *wise (Pro. 3:35; 11:30)
Sweet song of the morning,
Bring forth wishes,
Of sweetness of sunshine, forever be dawning,
As a day anew grants sunny kisses,
Sunlight greets thine eyes,
Aft  all stormy weather,
And the windy blast lies,
From thy wind safely tether,
Pray thy sun shines the morrow,
And the rain not more come,
Bring no more sorrow,
May the wind stay dumb,
Bring summer time in with warm touch,
Pray winter begone spring is needed so much.
(c) LIVVI
Tis the evening,light has faded,
Night creeps over the land,
The lights of the street, my world have invaded,
In need of the beauty of dreamland.
Need to find my lover,
The one that I call my lovely, lovely  sleep,
My lover  lives under my cover,
Carries me off so deep,
As into solo sleep I drift,
The place I rest my weary head,
Between me , myself and I, never a rift,
Best place in the world my bed,
The morning will soon find me, wake me with a morning kiss,
My last day off, Sunday, the one I can't miss.
(c) LIVVI
 Mar 2014 John F McCullagh
Xyns
"People change everyday
Wounds heal
But scars still remain in the same place"*
-Eminem

I look down
Down at those scars
Trophies, I call them
They are signs that I survived
I survived what caused them
I don't need anymore
I am satisfied with what I have
They remind me that
Nothing is worth my suffering
I keep them secret
On my thighs they hide
My quiet little Trophies
Write her a love note
dance in her dreams
drink up her thoughts
walk the maze of her eyes
    and get lost

Ask her about her day
Learn about her life
Swim in the sea
of her aspirations

If you always listen to her heart
She'll always take care of yours
one plus one is one
whenever we're together.
math teachers hate me
We have a language, you and I
There are no words
They have no place

Our nouns are the soft kisses
down your neck
my hand brushing your hair
away from your face

our adjectives are the way
our legs entwine
how your toes curl towards mine
and how your arms wrap
around my back

Our verbs are found
in each others eyes
spoken through smiles
and punctuated with
gasps, whispers, and sighs

Our language
of touch
says more than any
spoken language
ever could.

Of course, like most languages
there are always exceptions
to the rule
You're allowed to say
I Love you
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