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And by this they will know you are my disciples
That you love one another.
By this, they will know you are my children
That you love me,
heart, soul, mind, and strength.
By this, they will know you are my body
That you are bruised, hurting and *****
because you have been out on the streets,
loving every neighbour as yourself.
Adapting words from the gospels and from Pope Francis in Evangelii Gaudium (or "The Joy of the Gospel").  The document was effectively a mission statement for “a Church which is bruised, hurting and ***** because it has been out on the streets”.
Snow, White, Sleeping Beauty,
upon tower is Rumpelstiltskin,
Sleep is sometimes gasping breathe
and I don't know what hell brings.

Little Red Riding Hood,
and her bags of little goodies
who knows if they did placid
terrible demon of his bringing's

A sweet breach can be a leech,
to a beauty who is so sweet,
And her Grand-mother devoured,
The wolf is of red -sweet beetroot,
This is an act of a wise sick pretend.
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Yes, indeed we have a new Pope.
I wonder, however, if we have a new hope.
As a matter of facts, we have two popes:
One is active and the other is passive,
Which means that one is inactive,
The latter was a hell of a man who shocked: folks,
Foes, rivals, parishioners and cardinals,
By resigning his post,
By becoming a different host.
He is still a holy man, in accordance to the latest polls,
A courageous priest, who reminds us,
That man is immortal and fallible.

Pope Benedict is enjoying his golden hiatus,
His retirement in a humanely divine castle.
I don't know much about the new one.
I can only hope that he is someone,
Who's at least similar or equal,
To the former, who was wise and simple.
May God bless his soul,
‘Cause he was able to realize
That he was becoming unable
To lead effectively, and to prioritize.
As a matter of facts, habemus duo popes,
Yes, indeed, habemus duo pontifices.

Hebert Logerie Sunday, March 17, 2013
Ash 4d
when he was on the cross
satan thought he won
when he said it was finished
the disciples thought their chance was gone
when he was put in the tomb
the pharisees still didnt think it was over
when he was in the tomb
he was poroclaiming his victory over death
when he arose
satan knew he lost
i love our lord
Because Jesus lived I …
Am forgiven
Have hope
Can face tomorrow
Am made new
Can love freely
Have peace in my heart
Am not afraid
Can trust god’s plan
Am alive in Christ
Have a future
Am set free
Have strength to carry on
Know I am loved
Am a child of god
Have a purpose
Can forgive others
Am no longer defined by my past
Belong
Can rejoice
Can walk in freedom
Am healed
Can live without shame
Can face my fears
Can live with joy
Am being transformed
I didn’t come up with these words for this poem they were given out at my church I thought it was beautiful an I made into a poem
The holy cross
One arm is called
Good Friday the
Other arm is called
Sunday Resurrection.
The Jewish Council at the time requested
Lord Jesus Christ to be crucified.
It's Good Friday today
And we'll remember our
Lord Jesus Christ in a very
Special and loving way
When your love took our burdens away
With sorrowful grace
In a sacred place
We find hope in the dawn's gentle ray.
Good Friday is a Christian holiday celebrated two days before Easter It commemorates the crucifixion and death of Jesus Christ and is historically a day of sorrow and fasting.
Lord Jesus Christ
Never said fellow
Christians he
Said fellow me
Amen.
Lord Jesus Christ
Is God.
Samuel Apr 12
You don't know how wroth I feel,
You don't know.
It is better to swallow my own *****,
Gurgle my own bile down this sore throat.
You said you're ugly?
Can we trade?

It is better I wouldn't be this,
It robs my peace.
But it's not the first time,
Is it?

I took the spear,
*****, rusty spear, ugly.
I throbbed my own gut, repeatedly until I stopped bleeding.
And when my guts were hanging on the floor,
I waited till the crimson dried.

And when my entrails lay glistening on cold stone,
I took the Spear, and hurled it towards my creator.
Ooh how I repent!
I repent my God!
My heart is broken. Fragments.

I have one to blame, yes I do.
I.

But I have one to thank,
Him will I highly glorify, highly exalt.
pure as a lamb, mighty in glory.
Christ! Christ! Christ!

My King and My Lord I repent.
Can I put this filth on you? On those anvil shoulders?
Yea?
Why?


I repent!
I'm saved friends, I'm new.
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