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LR Thompson Jun 2017
His words fell hollow
Incapable of discerning
Greater meaning
Than what ignorance
It seems
Holds a monopoly
Against reason
Setting men to war and ******
**** and slaughter
In the name of a being
Yet infallible in the eyes of many
For any other wont
Excuse their failings
Not on the merit of their worth
But instead
How low they kneel
To the wishes of the word
To ignore wisdom
Trivial to their pursuit
Of blood
That they so easily condemned
The man
Whose hollow words
Swung silent
As he hung in the gentle breeze
To a chorus of cheers
Never stopping to consider
The saviour they just hanged
Choose your words wisely.
Steve Jun 2015
Come or go, tomorrow will know.
Whither or grow, the future will show.
Empty or full, the engine will pull.
Brightly or dull, the darkness will cull.

Beyond the red line
Down the bottom of a mine
At the top of the stair
Down the back of a chair
The light,
She spills out everywhere.

In or out, ne'er cast a clout.
Round an' about, no shadow of a doubt.
Upside down, on the strings of a clown.
Spend a penny or a pound,
The hands of time go round and around.

Beyond the red line
Down the bottom of a mine
Clamped over a chair
In the dragon's lair
The word,
She spat out everywhere.
Not sure about this one but I hear it like an incantation or a witches spell with multiple voices.
Mark Lecuona May 2015
He taught me how not to hurt anyone
And not to trade in his name
For my ambitions are not his for blame

He taught me about the quiet air all around
And how what I could not see
Would be the life breathing inside of me

He taught me how not to love war
And why those are blessed
Who tell us only peace feathers their nest

He taught me about the sounds we hear
And how man would discover
That wood and steel could speak of a lover

He taught me to accept all human difference
And to know of his presence
For what I do not understand is his providence

He taught me that what is holy is the ground
And that all who walk are seeds
Planted for those who follow to fill their needs

He taught me that my children are my life
And that time passing is to know
That they will fill the river that my age made low

He taught me that his word is our bond
And though life itself may lie
It was his promise that we would never die
Nolithando Nov 2014
My biggest prayer is to love her right
I want to…
Love her like Christ loved the church
Love her like her Father in Heaven
Loves Her Love her like the Holy Spirit loves her soul
And love her like she was created to be loved

But sometimes….
Sometimes my flesh tries to intimidate me with that kind of love
Its like my spirit cries out from the depths of this corrupted prison
With the voice of abel screaming that
I have not loved her to the extent Christ loves the church
I want a crucifixion type love

Everytime I hug her I want my arms to be spread out on the cross
And I want to die to my childish ways
Everytime I look into her eyes
I want a crown of thorns to be placed on my head and surrender my thought life to her honor
I want the walks we take in the park
To be nails driven into my feet so that they will lead her with the authority of Moses
I want a crucifixion type love

I want my side to be pierced every time we laugh together
so that ill always remember that she is my rib
Everytime I sleep and dream of her
I want my back to be beaten with a catonine tails
so that I’ll always carry her burdens for her
Everytime I’m not with her
I want to stand before pilate and stand true to my relationship with her
I want those who have seen me to have seen her in ME when we are apart
I want a crucifixion type love

I want a love that will cause dead men to rise
When people gaze on us, they want to know who is this Christ that we speak of
Everytime she falls I want to take her in my arms like my cross and carry her up to calvary
I want men to mock me for not wanting to be like them
For not wanting to squander my love on various women
But to have the passion to pour out my love onto one soul for all of eternity
I want a crucifixion type love

I want a love that was predestined before eternity
I want a love that was birthed in my mother’s womb
I want a love that is willing to give up this world for her
I want a love that is immaculate
I want a love that makes the angel’s wish they were in our shoes
I want a love that will make me pray to God and say
Who am I that YOU are mindful of me to bless me with her
I want a crucifixion type love

I want a love that bleeds purity
I want a love that people will lie on us just to see us split apart
I want a love that will make me run away to a far village,
build a mansion for you with my bare hands
and send you love letters every day reminding you of me
letters that you can keep in a book and spend time reading them every day
I want a love that will make my spirit pray for you
I want a love that will make me walk on water
in the middle of the most dangerous storm for you
I want a crucifixion type love

I want a love that my friends will betray me because of my affection for you
I want a love that after we’re gone,
that for centuries to come men will aim to follow in our legacy
Everytime I rise in the morning
I want it to be my cross being raised upright for you
To stand on the hill of my life and portray a beautiful sacrifice
I want to be placed into the tomb of your heart
The Tomb that your mother and father built
I want a love that will rise with all power over adversity
I want a love that people will flock to see if it is real
I want a crucifixion type love

I want a love that shows my yearning for you
I want a love that even when we argue,
I still have a burning passion & desire to be with you
I want a love that heals
The kind of love that covers the wounds that were dug deep by the knives of infidelity and insecurity
I want a love that makes God get up and dance around his throne every time he sets his eyes on us
I want a crucifixion type love

So with all of that said
Lord, give me the strength to love her like you love me
Like the way you didn’t consider being equal with the Father a thing to be grasped
But you came and gave up your throne for the filth of this world
And in love, you served In the same way
Let me serve her unconditionally infinitely
Let me MAN UP
And quit wasting time playing games
and pursue her like you pursue your church
Because you have chosen me to be entrusted with her heart
So let me cherish it like a jeweler cherishes a diamond
Let me examine it and find out every minute detail about her worth

I want to love her
like Abraham loved Sarah
Like Isaac loved Rebecca
Like Jacob loved Rachel
Like Boaz loved Ruth
Like Solomon loved his Queen
I want a crucifixion type love

So into your hands I commit this relationship
Because I want to love her like you Love your church






A fell in love with this Brent Rice piece the moment I heard it.

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