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Characters In A Dream

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She was twelve and I was eighteen.
We sat together discussing many a thing.
"One day," she said, "I saw my own image
From a mirror and at that very stage
I asked myself, 'who am I and how did come to be?
How come I know and how come I see?'
I replied, "You were asking a question so intelligent
Which can only occur to one who is diligent
In the quest for the meaning of life and being.
For reality may be different from what we're seeing.'

So we went on talking about God and Heaven
Conversing from ten o'clock till eleven.
We talked of Angels and demons and Hell,
And of the Scriptures and the stories they tell.

Then said she something I'll never forget,
A new meaning given to our religious mindset:
"To my inner being it certainly does seem
We are characters in a bigger mind's dream".

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'When You Step Out To Meet With The Sun, Junior..'

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The moon in the dark night
The sun of the day sight
The bamboo that grows
The grasses of green
The streams with water
The hills in their silence
Junior, these are to friend
For they are of a good intention
Their hearts hath no blood that stores hatred 
And their souls are pure from creation 

Man to man, the hearts are cruel
See them smile, their souls are bitter
In pursuit of happiness, their minds bleed hate and jealous 
And in survival, the fittest walk tall
Junior wish not to partake in their race

Look to the north
Hear the wind of the east
Look to the south
Hear the sound from the west
In all that's said
Your heart has the truth
God is your very being,
And in spirit you are perfect

Man shall not fool your mind
These words I sow in your soul are life
In them is your enlightenment
Unto power and absolute salvation..
My son, I rejoice in truth
And in knowing God I've found myself 

When your eyes are open to see the sun
And your ears to hear the silence of the moon
Even when your feet are strong to pursue the footprints of the fathers
Remember these words Junior
'Material elements are not creative
But your soul begets life'.

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You Are Protected

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They have exerted themselves and planned,
Counselling together with intrigues fanned,
With embers of fire dancing to no play.
They lay snares along your way.
With fiendish passion they seek your blood
To bath the ground and cause a flood.
Growling and snarling in anger,
For your death they hunger.
A deep undying hatred gnaw their innards.
They stalk towards you, anger burning inwards.

Look! your enemies have stumbled and failed.
For that they gnashed their teeth and wailed,
Wondering where their plans went wrong.
Wondering about Who made you so strong.

An impregnable, solid and reliable fortress!
That is what protects you from all distress.
This happens without your earthly knowledge,
It's not by your strength, wisdom or courage.
It is God Who has made it so.
It is God who brought the wicked one low.
Without your will or wisdom or knowledge,
Without your strength, skill or courage.
For you He will continue this to do.
Join me to give Him all praises due.

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JESUS SAVES

Just when you think you can't take anymore. Every solution has been met with a closed door. Sickness, finances, and disappointments soar Until they appear larger than life and your spirit is at war. Silently, you say a prayer, unworthy as you are. Secretly you pray to your Father from whom you've strayed so far Abba, Father, if I confess your name, will you save a wretch like me? Victory. Can that be mine? Can you hear this sinner's plea? Even though I don't deserve the blessings that you shower Save this wretched sinner from the gates of hell this hour. I cannot repay the price that you've
paid.
I cannot undo the sins that made me the
enemy's slave.
But you can throw my sins away into
the forgotten sea You can make me whole again and give
me the victory. So, I thank you, Father, Jesus
I'll forever praise Your name.
I'll forever serve you, Father
Not for fortune or for fame
But, because you saved a wretch like me
And forever changed my name.

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Give Me Strength

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“Give me strength To be patience
when Rival smack me down!
Give me strength to walk
Where others scare to walk!
Give me strength to lead sightless
When others do fail and ignore to do so! Give me strength to clothe the naked on platform,
while others do watch simply!
Give me strength to forgive when my closest
Pal hurts me though I am blameless and innocent!
Give me strength to stretch my hand for weak and
tiny! Give me strength to encourage the discouraged
one,
Though I am in discouragement!
Give me strength to love and forgive the
One who hates and hurts me constantly!
Give me strength to deny myself and sacrifice My one and only life for someone who is in life
struggle”!

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MAN IS MORTAL

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Blind
Deaf and dump
Hearts are cold
Minds are chaotic
Peace is for the graveyard
Where death has mastered
And sin finds no soul
Man is mortal
Born crawling, stood walkin
Age only to see death
Beauty and sanity is to God

Blood
Flesh and bones
Swords are sharpened
Fists are clinched
Man is for the battlefield
Where hate is prospered
And life finds no love
Man is mortal
Born crawling, stood walking
Age only to see death
Beauty and sanity is to God

Spirit
Soul and mind
Truth is light
Wisdom always cry
Where art thou goodness?
Sanity, the grail is lost
Sin reign, finding no forgiveness
Man is mortal
Born crawling, stood walking
Age only to see death
Beauty and sanity is to God

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TEARS, SWEAT AND BLOOD!

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I am the man rising from the ashes of darkness,
The voice of awakening calling from the sheath of blackness,
The mind, the soul, the idea, the thought caught up in oneness,
The truth, the light, the love, the wisdom of selflessness,
'Darkness is not evil, it is the beauty of nightness'.

I have mused through worlds and worlds of universes,
Flashes of injustice, illusions of reality is the order of this existence,
A hunter's bow, a hunter's arrow is the emblem of this habitation of sorrows,
'In the holding of the creator, is life and perfection',
Man is just tears, sweat and blood.

Toiling the evils of day,
In sweat he taste honey of its sweetness,
Illusioned by religious dogmas,
In tears is his prayer to the gods of his beingness,
Conned by democracy, politics,
In blood is his struggle to survive the life race,
Pressing the flesh for opportunities sake,
Man is just tears, sweat and blood.

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TEARS, SWEAT AND BLOOD!

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I AM

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one with you
to live in and among you
as one, only can you find peace
as one, only can you speak

I AM so you're
so speak, silent not
for not you but I
why wait?

I in you
you in ME
ONE

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Vow of Silence

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Take a vow of silence for the Dead cannot speak
Take a vow of silence to hear the Angels weep
And now a path is paved unknown to our distention
that each word we speak creates a twist
Which way to go not given enough thought to process
Our mouths our motor
No time to think through
No time to listen
No time to feel
Our thoughts not trained to speak
Only our words make action
Sad to Think
Take a vow of silence for the Dead cannot speak
Take a vow of silence to hear the Angels weep