#selected - Hello Poetry

The Lord hand picks the unworthy The outcasts, the needy The downtroden and filthy Drowning in despair Shaking in fear Staggering in sheer agony Wondering what just might be What life really means His hand is upon the lost Those still imprisoned by their past The backslidden and fallen living in sin and lust Brewing with contempt and disgust Crumbling into dust Wondering if the Lord is just if they can ever come back The face of the Lord shines upon Those who weep and bitterly mourn The Broken hearted and torn Who stay up until dawn Singing the burial song A chorus of whaling voices A choir of morbid faces Wondering what the next phase is The Lord is gracious The Lord is kind The Lord will save us The lost sheep he will find His people are declared righteous Adopted, sealed and sighed Wonderfully and fearfully designed Chosen, before the beginning of time

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Jul 12, 2015

Jul 12, 2015 at 3:18 AM UTC

cynthia-danso

THE CHOSEN

The Lord hand picks the unworthy The outcasts, the needy The downtroden and filthy Drowning in despair Shaking in fear Staggering in sheer agony Wondering what just might be What life really means His hand is upon the lost Those still imprisoned by their past The backslidden and fallen living in sin and lust Brewing with contempt and disgust Crumbling into dust Wondering if the Lord is just if they can ever come back The face of the Lord shines upon Those who weep and bitterly mourn The Broken hearted and torn Who stay up until dawn Singing the burial song A chorus of whaling voices A choir of morbid faces Wondering what the next phase is The Lord is gracious The Lord is kind The Lord will save us The lost sheep he will find His people are declared righteous Adopted, sealed and sighed Wonderfully and fearfully designed Chosen, before the beginning of time

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I took control and pondered over this mad situa5ion I thought that I had selected my words with care however after muh careful considerion I found myself here, there ane everywhere.

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Oct 12, 2018

Oct 12, 2018 at 7:41 AM UTC

cheryl-love

Here, There And Everywhere

I took control and pondered over this mad situa5ion I thought that I had selected my words with care however after muh careful considerion I found myself here, there ane everywhere.

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Did you ever, Nail the sun to the wall then Keep your mind's eye open, because, you can. It won't go blind, your mind's eye, focused on the sun nailed to the sky wall As you curve away at the pace of A Roman hoplite clone running A million miles an hour 2000 years away from here Very thin light now To the east while watching, Focusing, on the sun in the west While you stand your Ground. Suppose this, That came to be a rite of Passage into the thin light Of night Many generations after First father showed his third son. Never has any deed done in light Been banished by the night. Light expands thinner ever Thinner nacring light limning Evermore Even thin light from the shadow side of things Thins more, harmoniously Mingling through ancient Pearl layers billions upon Billions of stars-light. First father knew that he talked with God, Who does nothing without Showing someone Like me or you. "make not your thoughts your prisons" "go not, gently" into that thinning light "be gone" Photons stretched 2000 light years wide 1 photon deep Colliding with some tomorrows, Some yesterdays, some almost right now, So thin yesterday, today, and tomorrow Are the same as the same and As thick as galaxies. Did you nail the sun to the wall?

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Aug 24, 2020

Aug 24, 2020 at 3:02 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Do you notice things are moving?

Did you ever, Nail the sun to the wall then Keep your mind's eye open, because, you can. It won't go blind, your mind's eye, focused on the sun nailed to the sky wall As you curve away at the pace of A Roman hoplite clone running A million miles an hour 2000 years away from here Very thin light now To the east while watching, Focusing, on the sun in the west While you stand your Ground. Suppose this, That came to be a rite of Passage into the thin light Of night Many generations after First father showed his third son. Never has any deed done in light Been banished by the night. Light expands thinner ever Thinner nacring light limning Evermore Even thin light from the shadow side of things Thins more, harmoniously Mingling through ancient Pearl layers billions upon Billions of stars-light. First father knew that he talked with God, Who does nothing without Showing someone Like me or you. "make not your thoughts your prisons" "go not, gently" into that thinning light "be gone" Photons stretched 2000 light years wide 1 photon deep Colliding with some tomorrows, Some yesterdays, some almost right now, So thin yesterday, today, and tomorrow Are the same as the same and As thick as galaxies. Did you nail the sun to the wall?

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