I was once told that as time goes by
Everything changes with no reason why
Explanations we won't receive
We're just told we must believe
The Lord has a plan for each of us
This I Believe - This I Trust
Doctor - Lawyer - Teacher - Wife
Lord what's your plan for my life?
Explanations I don't expect
Just some guidance down the right track
Show me Lord your plan for me
I ask this of you while on my knees
Praying to you helps me to see
The wonderful plan you have for me
The Lord has a plan for each of us
This I Believe - This I Trust
03 March 2009
THE BOOK
I've been sitting here thinking
Of my life up to now
The many roads I've traveled
As I was searching how
I could make it into heaven
And really what it took
And it came to me quite suddenly
The way is in THE BOOK.
Yes, I've stumbled quite a lot
As I've wandered through this life
There were times I didn't care
If what I did was wrong' or right.
Somehow God was patient
Each time His plan I forsook
And I didn't pay attention
To what was written in THE BOOK.
Now I thank God for His mercy,
For watching over me each day
For sending His son, Jesus
To show us all the way.
I thank Him most of all, though
For causing me to look
For I always knew the answer
Would be written in THE BOOK.
Of my life up to now
The many roads I've traveled
As I was searching how
I could make it into heaven
And really what it took
And it came to me quite suddenly
The way is in THE BOOK.
Yes, I've stumbled quite a lot
As I've wandered through this life
There were times I didn't care
If what I did was wrong' or right.
Somehow God was patient
Each time His plan I forsook
And I didn't pay attention
To what was written in THE BOOK.
Now I thank God for His mercy,
For watching over me each day
For sending His son, Jesus
To show us all the way.
I thank Him most of all, though
For causing me to look
For I always knew the answer
Would be written in THE BOOK.
02 March 2009
As a warrior
I am a warrior who holds the key to my path
For it is I to choose left or right
I can clear the hindrances and obstacles
With the right belief and strength
For such warrior, there is no fear, and no holding back. I know as a warrior, I do not give up, but go to the path I chose. Right or wrong. For I have a purpose.
For that reason I live.
Battles I face each day of my life.
I have more losses than wins
But as a warrior in life I know that
The only way to success and salvation
Is failure. For I now know, to beat the enemy. I must endure and be in defeat
As a warrior, there is no success at all times. For at defeat of my enemies I then hold advantage. I have suffered, and endured defeat. For this time I will not make the same mistakes, and stand back up against them all. As a warrior I desire more to fail. So I'll be able to see my wrong and learn tactics to defeat my enemies. For I know failure is not the end, but delineates the area I have lacked in my battles. For I am a true warrior!
For it is I to choose left or right
I can clear the hindrances and obstacles
With the right belief and strength
For such warrior, there is no fear, and no holding back. I know as a warrior, I do not give up, but go to the path I chose. Right or wrong. For I have a purpose.
For that reason I live.
Battles I face each day of my life.
I have more losses than wins
But as a warrior in life I know that
The only way to success and salvation
Is failure. For I now know, to beat the enemy. I must endure and be in defeat
As a warrior, there is no success at all times. For at defeat of my enemies I then hold advantage. I have suffered, and endured defeat. For this time I will not make the same mistakes, and stand back up against them all. As a warrior I desire more to fail. So I'll be able to see my wrong and learn tactics to defeat my enemies. For I know failure is not the end, but delineates the area I have lacked in my battles. For I am a true warrior!
Working Man's Hands
A youngster watches his dad falling from the sky
He jumps off the roof to fall like Dad
The little boy sees his dad come home dirty and tired
He rolls in the dirt just to look like Dad
His dad is the best in the world and his only hero
His dad races him across the street and lets him win
As he grows up he knows not all dads are like his
He knows he's a lucky boy to have a dad like his
His dad had hands of steel and was as strong as an ox
His friends said his dad was the coolest dad of all
He looked at his own hands and wished they could be like Dad's
He lived life to the fullest with his friends by his side
He lived life like there was no tomorrow just like Dad
His hobbies were cars bikes and chasing girls, they all got him hurt
Soon his hands were also like steel and rough as sandpaper
He prided himself of having working man's hands
What he was truly saying was he had hands like his Dad's
One day right around 10:00, he got the call that broke his heart
He went to his father's side just in time to say good-bye
His father's heart was too big yet too weak to live
He told no one 'cause he didn't want anyone's pity
His hands were just like his father's but his father was gone
On that day it broke his heart, the pain never left
His mind went where it never came back again
His back finally gave out trying to keep up the pace
His hands were no longer like his Dad's
His heart was broke again, never to mend again
His heart was the only thing that was just like his Dad's
His son, the youngest one, would look up to him
His son dirtied his hands and proudly called them working man's hands
His son said good-bye to his father as his dad closed his eyes
Good-bye
He jumps off the roof to fall like Dad
The little boy sees his dad come home dirty and tired
He rolls in the dirt just to look like Dad
His dad is the best in the world and his only hero
His dad races him across the street and lets him win
As he grows up he knows not all dads are like his
He knows he's a lucky boy to have a dad like his
His dad had hands of steel and was as strong as an ox
His friends said his dad was the coolest dad of all
He looked at his own hands and wished they could be like Dad's
He lived life to the fullest with his friends by his side
He lived life like there was no tomorrow just like Dad
His hobbies were cars bikes and chasing girls, they all got him hurt
Soon his hands were also like steel and rough as sandpaper
He prided himself of having working man's hands
What he was truly saying was he had hands like his Dad's
One day right around 10:00, he got the call that broke his heart
He went to his father's side just in time to say good-bye
His father's heart was too big yet too weak to live
He told no one 'cause he didn't want anyone's pity
His hands were just like his father's but his father was gone
On that day it broke his heart, the pain never left
His mind went where it never came back again
His back finally gave out trying to keep up the pace
His hands were no longer like his Dad's
His heart was broke again, never to mend again
His heart was the only thing that was just like his Dad's
His son, the youngest one, would look up to him
His son dirtied his hands and proudly called them working man's hands
His son said good-bye to his father as his dad closed his eyes
Good-bye
Spirituality - A uniting factor.
Continuing in this ancient tradition we offer you a forum where spiritual and religious feelings are shared in the form of poetry. Whatever religion or form of belief you are associated with; the yearning for a time when all of humanity can live in harmony, without suffering, is a vision that we can all unite under.
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