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Shevaun Stonem Aug 2021
No greater love than that of the Man who died on a cross, who even after agony and suffering, being crowned with thorns and mocked, with all of His last breath, believed I was worth it all.
The love of Christ
Shevaun Stonem Aug 2021
Everything for the man who died on a cross, who even in his last hour, believed I was worth it all.
The Love of Christ
Ashanti Aug 2021
I am not worthy of your blessing
I’ve fallen from your hand of glory
But you don’t see me for my sins
You see me as your child
You died on the cross to pay for my sins for that I’m thankful
Thank you for sending down your son to save us
Your name holds a power like no other I will bless your name
#Jesusloveyou
Renae Aug 2021
I don't understand
but I'm not worried

It's out of my hands,
out of my hands

Been in motion for so long
it's not going to stop

I guess you shouldn't throw away what's written

Whether you want it or not

You can't change it no matter how much you wish

You can't stop what's been put in place

It's God's plan
Nobody can change it
for the Earth or for space

It's bigger than you
That's why life's a rat race

I'm in it too
Enduring
no matter what it takes

One mistake
won't take your life...
even if you make it twice.

Get back up and make it right!

We already know what the consequence is like

I'm not in competition with anybody,
I want you to win.

The only plea I have,
Is want the same
for me

This war isn't mine
I have no choice,
but I have faith
So I speak with
my voice
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Hayaan **** magsimula ako
Kung saan ang mga salita'y wala pang ugat
Kung ang lahat ng salitang ibinibigkas,
Ipinipintig ng puso't damdamin
Ay nagmumula Sa'yo.

Gusto kong sabihin Sa'yo nang harapan
Lahat ng nararamdaman
Gusto kong sambitin
Yung bawat tugma ng salita
Na pilit na kumakapit, kumakalas, gustong kumawala
Sa katauhan kong hindi alam
Kung saan nga ba papunta.

Hindi ko masilayan kung saan nga ba ang mga bituin
Ngunit siguro ako na ang Norte'y mararating din.

Sa paglalakad ko,
Patuloy na nangungusap ang Iyong mga matang
Hindi ko pa nasisilayan.
Ang mga mata **** luha'y ibinubuhos ng kalangitan
At sa bawat pagpatak nito'y
Pilit kong iniaabot ang bawat butil
At sinasabi ko sa sariling,
"Balang araw, wala ng luhang matitira pa."

Maging sa pagkilos ng mga bituin
At pag-ihip ng hangin,
Ay masasabi kong panandalian lamang ang mga ito.

Wala Akong gusto at iba pang hangarin
Kundi paliwanagin ang mga nakikita ng iyong mga mata.
Gusto Kong patuloy kang tuamakbo,
Patuloy kang mangarap
Kahit na pakirtamdam mo'y ikay nag-iisa.

Ngunit sa paniniwala **** iyon
Ay dahan-dahan Kitang aakayin at tutulungan --
Tutulangan papunta.. Patungo tayo
Sa pangarap Kong laan sa'yo.

At kung Ako..
Kung Ako man ang pinipili mo,
Hayaan **** ika'y bihisan ko --
Bihisan nang walang pag-aalinlangan.
Yung pag-aalinlangan mo sa sarili **** hindi mo kaya,
Yung pag-aalinlangan **** wala nang pag-asa,
Na 'yung sinimulan mo noo'y tapos na.

Pagkat sa bawat pahina,
sa bawat letrang inihahagis sa Akin patungo sa'yo
Na para bang ito'y pulang laso
Na patuloy Kong ikinakabit sa puso mo --
Sa puso **** patuloy na lumalayo..
Patuloy na nanganagmba
Sa kinabukasang hindi mo naman makita.

At sa kurtina ng Liwanag
Kung saan masisilayan ang tronong kumikintab
Ginto at pilak at kung anu-ano pang makikinang ay balewala
Pagkat sa presensya Mo'y tanging lahat
Ay masasabi kong may lunas na.
Ang liwanag ng Iyong pagtitiwala sa akin
Ay nasilayan ko na.

Salamat, salamat Ama.
Salamat Panginoong Hesus
Dahil sa krus tayo'y nagtagpo.
Patungo ako, tumatakbo sa kung saan man --
Sa kung saan mang lupalop na hindi ko maintindihan
Na lahat ng bagay sa mundo'y patuloy na dumadampi sa akin
Patuloy na pinipilit na sila yung makita 'ko.
Na sila 'yung magliwanag sa mga paningin ko.
Ngunit sa pagku-krus ng ating landas,
Ay masasabi kong,
"Masaya ako, guminhawa ang buhay ko,"
Yung pangarap Mo, sana ay pangarap ko na rin..
Yung kagustuhan Mo, sana magustuhan ko rin..
Sa na'y maisunod ko ang mga yapak ko..
Patungo Sa'yo.
Nagsimula akong mag-record ng spoken word poetry after devotion.
Lahat impromptu; lahat random at kung ano lang ang masambit ko. Yun na yun. Salamat, Panginoon!
Gabriel Jul 2021
They were making Jesus into a marionette.
That’s why they nailed through his hands,
because the hands are attached to the arms,
and the arms the shoulders, and from there
you can pretty much control the whole body.

It’s too easy, far too on the nose
to pretend that God is the puppet master,
and I don’t want to give any credit
to the executioners. So, let’s say
that Jesus is both puppet and puppeteer:

right. You following me?
Hands are being manipulated by hands,
and I’m trying to get at something
beyond a religion I don’t believe in any more.
The ****** lamb is in his ****** chamber
and there’s something controlling all of this.

Unreality is the only thing
that can, for sure, be real. If we’re all
in a collective simulation,
made up amoebas floating around
in some brain hooked up to wires,
then why did we invent God?
From a portfolio I wrote in third year of university, titled 'Infestation'.
Ang lalim ng 'Yong pag-unawa'y
Higit pa sa mga nakapilang karagatang
Nagsasapawan patungong Silangan at Kanluran.
Umaapaw ang 'Yong pagkalingang walang ibang nais
Kundi ibuhos ang 'Yong katapatan sa aking kakulangan.

At gaya nga ng mga ibong walang sawang sumisipol,
Ay gayundin naman ang 'Yong pag-ibig
Na hindi ko mabigyang pamagat
Gaya ng mga tulang kinakatha ng puso't pag-iisip.

Sa bawat bigkas ng bibig,
Sa bawat tuldok na simula ng pagguhit,
Sa bawat pintig ng pusong tanging Sayo ang papuri..
Ikaw at ikaw pa rin ang hihintayin,
At malaya kong ihahagis ang mga kamay sa ere --
Kung saan ang langit ay panandaliang masisilayan.

Maghihintay sa araw ng paghayag ng liwanag,
Ang boses **** sa mga letra lamang nabibigyang-buhay
Ay balang araw ding hehele't magpapatikom
Sa mga armas ng kadiliman.
At balang araw, masasabi ko ring,
"Nagbunga ang paghihintay."
Ken Pepiton Jul 2021
extrapolate (v.)
"make an approximate calculation by inferring unknown values from trends in the known data," 1862

From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=extrapolate>
wadjew thank they was doin'?
I thought they was stretching a bit of known into a whatifery zone

we can defend, on auto,
our reason for being based on
doing the task of becoming,

we all remember being weak, once

you was a little bitty baby, and son,
yo momma coulda wanted you less,
doncha know,
sbeen so long since cain' been gone,
nobody hear or can holler
loud enough raisin' up
t' raise cain, hearken,
djathank it was u,
ambiguous u-un-uni-uni'n' so on,
you think
this and that, and think, I may absorb.
-------- the overrunning thing-stuff ----

The economics black box that changes
everything,
this witty invention, I heard,
it's a shemetic thing,
y'gnowadamean?

Phoenician ****** says,
his cargo master writes these signs,
that let not one broken amphora
be marked as delivered,
as it is written so it is paid, in common money,
with the exchangers at the bench,
all with ledgers, balanced to the mite/

- 2021, though, quest questing question

ever-like things, likeness is the significance of
such whys as modify the meaning in ever,
literal
actual
ever, every means like one of those ever
lasting things, forms, right, the idea
that functions as the spirit of an imagined
ever thing.
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In this, these, yes
these common story tropes. Gno-
sense the comedies and tragedies
had casts and plots
to fit the needed emoting from the start,
since the first bee dance,
was done in human terms, the purpose,
show the way to continued life,
as a whole, human being mob.
Earthlings,
Earth,
can you hear the ....
no signal

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There never was a hell, Jesus was telling a story
David P Carroll Jul 2021
I wouldn't take a knee
And that's just me and the
Lord Jesus Christ loves
Us all every day in our life and
We are all equal every day and
Matthew 25 Chapter 40
The Lord Jesus Christ see's
All of us as equal every day
In our life.
Matthew 25 Chapter 40
Taken A Knee For One Race Goes
Against Jesus Christ.
Alyssa Underwood Jul 2021
Some trudge with thorns that only Jesus knows,
bent arrows only Jesus could remove.
Yet burning darts remain so fire might prove
rich purity of hearts, which suff’ring shows.
Chaperoned by sorrow’s lonely silence,
while moaning winds that ride the morning mists
portend the threat’ning storms of each day’s fists,
weary souls conceal distressing violence.
But Jesus holds their slightest measured pain,
as well as most excruciating arrow,
for He who governs ev’ry falling sparrow
won’t let His children’s trials wound in vain.
And resting in His all-sufficient grace,
they’re strengthened by His love to win their race.
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“The heart knows its own bitterness,
and no stranger shares its joy.“
~ Proverbs 14:10

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