Lord Jesus Christ,
let me feel
thy precious, holy spirit
from head to heel.
Lead me through the paths
of which I may go.
Please, Lord, you lead the way
so that I may follow.

Lord Jesus Christ,
send blessings from above,
and send peace through my household
by sending the holy dove.
Guide me through this world
and keep sin from me away,
so I may better serve you
through each and everyday.

Lord Jesus Christ,
I ask you once again
to forgive me for my sins
ans deliver me from pain.
I love you,God, my father,
and still can’t understand why
that you took the place of THIS sinner
and bore the cross to die.

Lord Jesus Christ,
help me to understand
that I am here for a reason
and that’s why you made me who I am.
Chastise me, Oh loving God,
when you feel the time is right,
and when I’ve lost my way back home
shine me a heavenly light.

Lord Jesus Christ,
I pray unto thee
to search my heart thoroughly
as I give you the key.
I end this prayer with love
and tears streaming down my face.
Lord, thank you for the cross,
and your sweet Amazing Grace.

Amen.

Written by: Miranda Patterson (A.K.A Heart 4 Poetry)
December 30,2009.

Author Notes: These are my true feelings about my Lord God and Saviour, and if you have not met him yet, now is the right time. Call upon his name and he shall surley answer thee. Although I am in my teenage years, I know that what I feel is real and you can feel it too if you just Call upon his name.
God Bless you!

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All the minor faults of Christians, while I miss the love of God.

I defend my rights to swindle you, as long as I can pick

One cathedral in a hundred, where the dead have caught the quick.

So I shun the men, who promulgate and serve communion bread,

As I justify the heartless things I’ve done with life instead.

I’ll attack the credibility of all religious creeds,

To procrastinate the chances of the pastor sewing seeds.

I’ll ignore the fact that Jesus came to die upon the cross

To redeem the sins that brought my soul near such a tragic loss;

As I focus on the things that drag the Lord’s name through the mud,

Never mindful of the way He offered up his precious blood.

I’ll enjoy the jokes that paint the Bible’s narrative with smut,

While I overdose on drugs to dull the anguish in my gut.

I’ve no time for church on Sunday, since I’ll spend the day in bed,

With a hangover of damage to my liver, lungs and head.

But this doesn’t really matter, once my high tech microscope

Helps me spot the spec in your eye; so that I won’t need to cope

With the knowledge that my vision’s been distorted by a plank.

When I’m barred from Heaven later, I’ll just have myself to thank.

I will question those afflictions that a God of love permits,

While I bless the world with dodgy deals, to prove the slipper fits;

So that God becomes a scapegoat for discomforts men have made,

Like depletion of the ozone; though God’s trees have yielded shade.

I blame God for child abuse by men who infiltrated deep

Into youth groups; as it won’t occur to me that God will weep

So much harder than the rest of us, when children bear a scar

Put there by someone without the gospel in his repertoire.

I can take the wide and easy road, with words to please the crowd,

Who will never know the secrets I’m afraid to voice aloud,

Of my private insecurities, which God would love to heal,

If my sour grapes gave way to humble pie for my next meal.

I’ll forever point the finger at the preachers on TV

Taking tithes, because I’ve missed the point that my salvation’s free;

If I’d make a true repentance and accept God’s greatest gift

Of the sacrifice He made to fix a most expansive rift.

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And took one off to rest.

He blessed it with some solar rays,

To warm the first bird’s nest.

God chose to give the world He made

To man, made from the grounds;

With just one rule: Don’t eat that fruit

From one tree out of bounds.

The man and woman broke the rules,

And poisoned paradise;

And had to work the land with tools,

Which made life not as nice.

Through centuries, the populations

Would break God’s every law,

And then complain of tribulations;

Blaming God, what’s more.

God could have left us to our fates,

Cut off from His good will.

Instead, adopting human traits,

He took a bitter pill.

Born in the world as Jesus Christ,

He lived without a flaw;

Then died, with pain, to pay the price

For all past sins and more.

This leaves us with a choice to make;

But we need to respond.

Do we accept God’s gift, and take

His ticket to beyond?

God’s help on earth, and heaven too

Are all part of the prize

We’ll win, if we let God come through,

To open all our eyes.

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loving NOT hating.

And definitely ice skating

Snow on the ground,

friends and family all around.

Hugging and kissing

and reminiscing.

Presents will be given and received.

But we ALL agree that the most important thing though

is the birth of baby Jesus .

The one who died on the cross

for us. Because of our sins!

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Above her pictures of angels and Jesus
but still I wonder how and when Mother got
so pure carrying me inside her womb.
Was she locked up in knots,
and once I was free did the bars still hold her lonely scars?
I can still feel her heartbeat and every night is another night.
The day arrives to another morning.

Mother calls, I listen to her talk about work
and how her soul hurts like a fire without the candle.
Putting out the flame, I listen every day.
This world is hell so lets burn it
and Heaven will arrive, we can live I can be born again.

Mother’s nipples battled afraid
of the future
To hold
To arrive .

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I had a dream the other day,
Its vision will not go away,
About some people dressed in gowns,
(I know how strange this story sounds.)

Each gown was separate from the rest,
With different colours they were blest,
And everyone had points of view,
And revelations that were new.

They studied scripture, ancient books,
And gave each other dirty looks,
As back and forth they argued so,
As if to let each other know,

That they were blessed with knowledge, dear,
And their great wisdom would appear,
For they could point the way to God,
But all their knowledge was a fraud.

And then another happened by,
Who was alone and very shy,
And on an altar placed a gown,
And then upon it he laid down.

It was a gown so pure and white,
Yet more than white, for it was bright,
And as he laid there peacefully,
I knew at once that he was free.

And still the others held their glare,
So full of hate and unaware,
That one among them was at peace,
And so their conflict didn’t cease.

Another cried in solemn prayer,
And hoped that God was there somewhere,
As to the Virgin Mary called,
And on his knees he knelt and crawled.

Still on that altar in the room,
There laid a man, as in the womb,
So peaceful and so satisfied,
While those around both cursed and cried.

As quick as that I was awake,
And wondered what of it to make,
Yet as I thought upon the scene,
I knew the meaning of the dream.

The ones in gowns, religious folk,
Both pulled and strained within the yolk,
While trying to find the God above,
They weren’t aware of His great love.

But on that altar silence reigned,
He didn’t fight and wasn’t strained,
For he had met with Jesus there,
While they were lost, he was in prayer.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul

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ย ย ย ย Wintertime on the farm was always looked forward to with great anticipation, because it meant less chores and more time for recreation. When the snow began falling, I felt a certain satisfaction, because it meant endless skiing and horse drawn sleigh rides to all corners of the farm. Our dapple mare, prancing in front of our huge red sleigh, seemed to be enjoying the ride as much as the riders. The horse and sleigh fitted with sleigh bells added to the glorious ride with the jingle, jingle, jingling of the bells.ย In the freezing weather, and the chill that always accompanied our sleigh ride, the thought of hot chocolate and hot apple cider was always looked forward to with gleeful anticipation. Sitting in front of a roaring fire, fed by apple wood logs with their magnificent scent, drinking hot chocolate, and apple cider is an experience that will last a lifetime. Although the outside weather was bone chilling, our home was toasty warm. Sleeping at night under soft, feather filled, comforters always guaranteed a restful sleep, which always accompanied our adventurous sleigh, rides. Winter also brought with it days of celebration such as, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year. The wonderful cooking odors in our little farmhouse around the holidays would be hard to describe. How can anyone describe heavenly smells? Roasting turkey, apple, peach, and pear pies. Mashed potatoes, candied yams, peas, corn, string beans, and cranberry sauce. There was always enough food to feed the thirty or more friends and relatives that attended our food fest.

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After such a sumptuous repast, it is time for conversation, because many of our guests had not seen one another since our last holiday. Talk is usually about new births; weddings, divorces, promotions and the gamut runs from A to Z. The saddest part, for me, of any get together is never in meeting; rather, itโ€™s when friends and loved ones have to depart. There is something inside me that is heart wrenching, and I have never been able to decipher what brings on this melancholy feeling whenever family and friends gather and then depart. Out of all the holidays, I likeThanksgiving best, because there is no hype associated with this holiday. No one is trying to sell you anything. None of the guests are expecting any gifts. None of the guests need bother to wonder what gift to bring. Itโ€™s just a good old fashion holiday where you come, enjoy a good meal and be happy.

ย ย ย ย On the other hand, Christmas is strictly a holiday that should be celebrated in a purely religious way. It is the birthday of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. We should take all the commercialism out of Christmas. The solemnity and true meaning of this sacred holiday should supercede the expense of gift giving. Presents are nice to receive; however, many families are already burdened with the expense of rearing their own families, and cannot afford the added expense of buying presents for other family members.

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ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย All the retailers have already relegated Christmas to the scrap heap, because they have already taken Christ out of Christmas, because they spell it XMAS. What should this tell us???

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ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย New Year is another day to be celebrated because it brings in a New Year, and hopefully a new beginning of a prosperous year for everyone. This is another holiday that needs restructuring, because many people treat this wonderful day of new beginnings in a ribald manner. Instead of seeing the New Year with bright eyes and bushy tails most view it through black or rose colored glasses, because this cuts down the glare on bloodshot eyes.

Thomas Fenning

Dec-05

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