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Marilyn O Jan 6
One of the purest source of joy,
I athirst more and more.

Comforts the broken hearted
And instills unseen relief to their broken hearts.

Of every being, young and old,
You enchant and render merry.

Your worth is spoken from every mouth,
The sweetness and meaning you add to life.
I can't emphasis enough, but Good music is "Food for the Soul"
Randy Johnson Sep 2020
Gospel Music is fantastic music because it praises God.
When it comes to Gospel Music, it's something to applaud.
Anything is good if it praises the Lord.
When it comes to God, he should be adored.
Gospel Music is incredible music and that's a fact.
It's awesome and that's a statement I won't retract.
James Sep 2020
Depression at its finest,
from the darkness ever shineth.
Save me now O my God;
Jesus, my King, here I stand.
If this Your punishment be,
I willingly accept with glee.
If this be of the serpent wee,
O Lord deliver me!
God, I've sinned.
A seed has rooted deep within!
Your chastisement Lord,
of love it is; I'm in accord.
Perhaps not over but bring me through,
Up from the bottom of the cold, deep blue...
Repentance is daily. Turn your face to the Lord and bow your heart at His cross. Rejoice! He is the great Deliverer! Up from the grave rose Jesus Christ! There is victory in our Lord of lords.
Emmanuel Davies Sep 2020
The Gospel preaches no condemnation
But of indisputable love
Why fright?
Emmanuel Davies Sep 2020
The beauty of it
The world I tell you
In the last days
When I shall cease
No more to be
But caught up with him
In the firmament

When I shall no longer
By my sins be judged
Nor condemned by my wrongs
But be tested in fire 🔥
My service to Him
In order for the gospel to go it also must come.

come Jesus come.
go Gospel go.
Ken Pepiton Jul 2020
Quiet, or you miss the promise kept
by we, the people who hold the yesmen in chains egon-wize

Cuomo Opens Poetic Door Looses Zeitgeistical Cult of QAnon

everybody wants your vote, nobody wants to read my ****

so if you do you could be like so
this is easy,
we have taken every test,

passed all the rituals, learned the steps to the rose dance
morphing from the lilac dance which is longer

in the years when the manzinita shed
more bark to make the fiber for the best baskets ever tested
being relative you perceive in as, as in may be the global brain is
friendlier than the kids in the 1950's happy days,
could imagine after they wore the tie

yeah we just missed that, my generation,
barely missed disco, too.

beat the rap, survived the crap, got old on rumors of war.

Huawei, wu wu wu wei we go,
peace versus war...

who one last time? What are the odds?
There is a flood in Bangladesh,
Warholian fame,
back up to 3 centuries
must be the melting of the ice. Who is making this
seem life-like,
as real as any vision in any kiva, vista vision, without which

internet of things

my people perish, and I am at the white page, once more
turning to the business page
three of the world's biggest banks set aside, as in, did not count
as profit,
just in case. Eh. We qui quinonaqanonic grain eaters,
we set a scene, the stage
observed off stage, obscene as you know,

when you see it it is as if you are here, in the book of life
where you witnessed all the evil any one like you could do

if you had your own way, you coulda been Besosaurus, or Sam,
but you went walkabout
and now you say

you learned how peace is made, while being good for nothing.

Ironmanmeyes yesyses I said, while being, actually being virtually
as any deed you wisht you did, but did ent, earily close
missed still counts, you fired,
you pulled the trigger on the trap you set and Broncos are back,

life goes on, the richer are as rich as ever and the hermits
are as happy as they ever wished to be

Cuomo is a graphic artist, a meme maker,
who new a lysurgic imitation

deny my power? Fool. Raca-ist, too. Dimensional missed shifter

making some old lies do double time,
the center cannot hold,
Cuomo is a zeitgeistic antenae in radiolandmentis psiscience-osis.

Any idea can be a plague these days. Give 'er a go.

Antediluvian condition, sayzz the New York Times, cut the drip
drip drip
bene fits as we approach 6% solution,

with full disnification in the internet of things allowed.

Tinker bell may be the voice in your GPS if you can imagine
Suzie Creamcheese dating me and being
the operator who once connected me to you

we were walking to chicago, remember?

"On the far end of the trail of tears." today, a native son
sang of a promise kept,

and here we sang along, before we knew he sang, we knew the song.
Good news, on the whole
ConnectHook Apr 2020
Eternal salvation’s a gift

From a righteous young maid in a shift

Who had never been laid;

By God’s Spirit: hand-made

was her baby, our burdens to lift.
PROMPT #20: write a poem about a handmade gift that you have received.

I spent this afternoon watching SHE (1965 Hammer version) with my daughter because I was dreading trying to rise to the challenge of this prompt. I wound up with a half-baked limerick based on Luke 1:37, 38
"For with God nothing shall be impossible.
And Mary said,
Behold the handmaid of the Lord;
be it unto me according to thy word.
And the angel departed from her."
Gods1son Mar 2020
Unwanted things that we buy
Just to fill a void that we feel inside
Unnecessary battles that we fight
Because we rely on our own might
God is saying, let Me fill you up
Till your cup overflows
I will bring peace to your soul.
If you would open up your heart to Me
I'll show you what tranquility means
I turn broken pieces into a masterpiece
If you don't let Me, I don't overstep boundaries
I am here for you, whenever you're ready.
Dez Mar 2020
Fetters are on many who do not believe
Are they on you?
Well, check and see!
Are you bound by doubt
Or are you shackled by a thought you can’t surmount?

In my answer listen close
For good news, I bring from the coast.
Turn not from listening when I begin
For it is needful that you listen in.
It is that you are a sinner and do need saving
From the wrath of God, that is hastening.
Believe me, not?
Are you without a blot?
Well, then you must be the best of persons!
But quick, let's check and see?

Not one false truth have you unfurled
From thy curled

Do you withhold every word thou might have uttered
In the blasphemy against thy maker?

Have you never murdered?
Even by saying a perverse word
Against thy brother?
Tell me truly
Are you

If this dear poet were to speak to your parents
Would they tell me you've always
acted truly?
Honored their commands
And obeyed their demands?

Has thy hand taken?

Has your heart coveted the body of another
That is lust, my dear brother.

But be not mad
for I am just as bad
if not worse then all transgressors.

How then shall two chums like us
Enter glory when our bodies are but dust?

Maybe we shall escape through the mercies
Of the God that is to judge our secrecies?
Nah, my fellow!
Be we in a court of law the judge would bellow
That we have transgressed
And are dismissed
To suffer the vengeance
Saved for our negligence!

But say we were so bold
to lay out the story yet untold
Of good deeds many
And prayers plenty?
This still would not suffice
For our sins do require a sacrifice.
For though I transgress not again
The sin is unpaid for if I have not accepted the Christ.
The one who suffered all demise!

'Tis a two-step process
that is a must that leads us
To a reunion and a trust
To the one who formed us from dust.

First cometh repentance
The which is a turning
From the yearning
Of the lusts
Which did
Hold you
In the

The second
Is to believe upon
The one who hung well after the dawn.
Yet not in his death alone, for that would be wrong!
But in his resurrection and in his victor's song!
For he has freed us from our death
And taken the punishment
For our every breath
That we did fail
To thank God
For who gave
To us, our

Repent and believe this tale
And my dear friend, he will never fail.
He promises not a life of ease
Nor one free from disease
as some modern preachers tease.
No, he promises a life of toils
And many raging seas.
But at the end is life untold!
So brother do be bold
And humble thy head
and bow thy knees.
Commit to him thy life
And to you, he shall grant eternal life.

If this has happened to the soul that does read
Then do take heed
For our heads are not the keys
Nor are thy deeds
A means to inherit

Trust Christ and him alone
for all thy wants and needs.

I am from humble means
So think not that I live in ease
For I live for him but many tease
And my life has its stormy seas.
But he has called me to my knees
Where I did call upon his mercies
And he bestowed his wondrous glories
And gave me joy and peace

With that, I may now cease
To question my life
that I once did doubt
And my fetters are fallen
And I do shout
So how could I ever come to doubt?

Now conclude I with a promise
And it is one He gave to me
It is that life might be more full
And abound with blessings
And in the end, you will receive
Life everlasting, peace, and glory.

No shackle
No fetter
Only a life for the better
This does come if repentance
You seek and are humbled
Before Christ.
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