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As I listen to music
My heart begins to steady
Patience begins to run thick
The stress isn’t as heavy

Starting to think of her
The girl of my dreams
For she is the cure
For life’s negative beams

I wish I could talk to her
In this very moment
My eyes are filling with tears
I would give every cent
To fall in love with her
All over again
We glorify his name and praise him
But still aren't strong believers
We honor him and worship him
But still disappoint him
He takes care of us and guides us
But we neglect him
We spend hours making tweets
But under praise him
He saved us
How cruel can we be ?
Jordan Gee Oct 3
The pendulum is a bull shark.
The hour of the savior is a pregnant bride's swan dive into the water.
The mighty mile is a figure 8 in the scoot of
non slop socks across the bare linoleum.
Blood and bright are the redness of the blanket.
divine terror at one hart beat per hour.
Finger nails green and black against a back drop
of the brightest, bluest eyes you've ever seen;
deep pools of liquid light that will shine when least expected.
And the obligation isn't one at all,
for when i breath in,
you breath out.
And when I gave consent 1000 years ago times 10-
you performed the exorcism under the shroud of my amnesia
and the spotted light from a crystal disco ball.
Shards of light moved upon the face of all the space between the stars.
My heart was in the highlands but now its in your hands.
post equinox Sep 2020
James Sep 16
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.
Amanda Sep 12
I met someone who restored faith in humanity
Only for a little while

Very kind
Polite

The kind of person idolized

While at the lowest point
My life
Reached down from a high point in his and helped me climb up a few notches
I think maybe I was only dreaming though because now I see you are on the same level as me and probably have been the whole time
Matt Aug 6
She said,
“I wish I had done something special,”
“Like saving somebody’s life.”
I looked in her eyes,
And simply replied,
“Oh but my dear,”
“You did.”
Neither to gain a place in paradise,
Nor yet to gain a pride vainglorious,
Should any true believer sacrifice
And follow Christ by taking up his cross.
For that the King of kings, and Lord of lords,
Gave up the ghost for others to atone,
Likewise deny yourself for no rewards,
But only thus, to serve the LORD alone.
Glorious God in highest Heaven works
His wonders here on Earth for sinful man,
For love of man, in whom vile evil lurks,
Beneath the firmament's star-vaulted span.
Praise to the LORD! the Father and the Son
And Holy Ghost!  Thy will be ever done!
Without a whit of goodness from my birth,
Iniquitously living day by day,
Out from the center of my sinful earth,
T'ward self-fulfillment, poor, I made my way.
Nothing to glorify within myself,
Yet glory-seeking for my own self's sake,
I heard vain fancy, too deceiving elf;
And, cheated well, I listened to the snake.
But now, the life of Jesus having entered
Into my life and spirit, and my soul,
I have within (the which within is centered)
The holiest of holies to extol.  
Glorious God! I render unto Thee
The glory that is Thine that is in me!
[based on a true story]

While looking through dumpsters to see what treasures I could find, I discovered in one a trapped raccoon that had no way out. He was there at the bottom with a couple bags of garbage, looking concerned. The walls were too high for him to climb, but his stomach was bigger than his foresight, and all he could see was food, and he jumped in from an overhanging branch of a tree. And now he was in a bind that he couldn't get out of.

Being, to him, the very image of God, I solved his problem immediately by carefully laying diagonally inside the death trap a long plank of wood (nearby trash) that extended out of it, into freedom. And even as I was arranging the plank, he was already on it and making his way up.

My Lord, Jesus Christ, thank you for saving the raccoon that was me! and for extending to me the cross that I climbed to salvation!
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