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 Dec 2014
Talula
Dear God,
I am not perfect
Nor will I ever be
I thank you for understanding that
And standing by me

I thank you for setting me free
From all the burdens and the pain
For forgiving me for my sins
Ones I probably commit again and again

I thank you for guiding me
And keeping me safe
For always having that umbrella over me
For being my escape

Dear God,
I know I'm not perfect
Nor will I ever be
Yet despite the fact
You will always love and cherish me
 Dec 2014
Musfiq us shaleheen
A long day of shadows--
Never glisten the meadows---
We have chosen the wrong--
Day by day,
We have almost forgotten
that divine song,
Losing the spiritual light of the god---
Moving ourselves in a darkness broad----

I see the sky has grown red crucified--
The spiritual light is being satisfied---
The Satan is being terrified--  
Mother Mary becomes merriment---
That her holy son again removes the darken---
We are wondering again to be unified-
The earth is growing with magnified---

Flowers aroma blowing amour of love
The children singing the reception's song,
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas!!

Angels play divine melody--
Truths coming too merrily--
We are waiting for the light of the prophet (Jesus)
in the darkness of the horizon---
Merry Christmas
 Dec 2014
Ann M Johnson
The embers are slowly burning out, the fire of faith has been growing dim. My mind is wandering toward some foolish whim.
I can hardly recognize, when the seeds of doubt , snuck in.
It is time for a spiritual awakening to begin.
My prayer, Dear Lord, is that you would ignite your fire in me .
Help me, to recognize, the plans you have for me.
Lord, ignite your fire, help me, to be a blessing to those around me.
Let your light shine, in me, may it shine brightly enough , for others to see you at work in me. It only takes but a spark and the fire can start  again.
Lord, ignite your fire.
Lord, I pray that your fire, will be anew in me, each day
I had some notes in a notebook, from back when I was depressed and doubting, and those notes were the beginnings  of this poem.
I felt that some of you might be able to relate to this poem.
 Dec 2014
Elijah
Come clean, soul
comfort thy heart and make it whole
call your redeemer and make Jerusalem your home
count your blessings, may the grace cover that hole

Come clean, soul
breathe in serenity of meditation
birth a mentality of pure levitation
break the intoxicated deception

Come clean, soul
repent, crave for wisdom and more
rebirth, crave for peace and glow
rebuild, crave for a righteous path and grow

Come clean, soul
comfort thy heart and make it whole
call your redeemer and make Jerusalem your home
count your blessings, may the grace cover that hole.
#soul #redeemed #rebirth #clean #Jerusalem #heaven #wisdom .
 Nov 2014
The voice
It takes time to understand
It takes tears to live by
It takes sacrifice to know how to value
It takes time to understand
That what you are fighting is bigger
And greater than what you thought it was
It takes tears to live by
Because tears are the healing,
And that are meant to be proud of
Not hidden.
It takes sacrifice to know how to value
Because when you love something or someone
You have to give up a big part of you,
to your love.
I thought I knew what this was
Until I met you
Time changed completely
2 seconds felt like an eternity without you
And an eternity was just 2 seconds with you
Tears flowed filling up oceans
Just with the thought of not having you
And I never thought how much I had
Until I saw myself sacrificing
Everything for you
You mean more to me than anything has
You sacrificed everything for me
So I will do the same for you!
Oh Lord, you are my king
And I will always love you
 Nov 2014
Kathy J Parenteau
Because He Lives

Because he lives we celebrate
the gift of eternity,
promised to every soul
if only we believe.
Because he lives we need not
fear nor worry about tomorrow,
when we stumble he carries us
through all our pain and sorrow.
Because he lives there's always hope
for miracles today,
when Jesus died, crucified,
his blood was shed to light the way.
The light that shines above all
the hands that open each door,
for the moment might be closed
faith turns the key to something more.
Because he lives I raise my hands
toward heaven with the ultimate praise,
the son of God has risen
and lives inside my heart today!

Tomorrow
and Forever

Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 04/19/2014
All Rights Reserved
Yep I am a Christian. A child of God who celebrates, proud he LIVES within my heart!
 Nov 2014
Musfiq us shaleheen
///
when you feel shame insight
the foolish road trends to misguide
you can discover an apple
inside a dark basket

I sigh too long to lose the time
that could make a space between us
the clock is unmanageable,
the horizon grew gray

yesterday night turned on,
the sleepless romantic torment-
I made my hand long,
too long to hold my dreams

where there you were standing
behind a wall,
very thick, and dark
shuttered my eyes

I grew gray
underneath a dusky black moon
finding myself within you,
no focus point imagined

the forgotten days clapping
mystic, bleeding on the red carpet
turned too dark when storm wind
closed the windows-

dreams uttering on a blue sapphire
till the twilight has broken
making a waterfall on a rising sun
but coming closer into a vain of the vale--

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
blue sapphire: ------------------------
 Nov 2014
Ann M Johnson
Picture
I can not  picture my life without All Of You

Paper Heart
You are the pen that writes on my paper heart
You
You are etched in my memory and burned in my heart <3
I Want To Say Thank You To All My Faithful Hello Poetry Friends
This Melody Is For You
I appreciate All Of You So Much !!!!!!!!!!!
 Nov 2014
Ann M Johnson
Count Your Blessings


I resolve to count my blessings not just at thanksgiving but all year long
I heard an attitude of gratitude can alleviate some symptoms of depression
I consider it a blessing to have a roof over my head
It is also a blessing to have a bed
I also consider it a blessing every day my bank account is not in the red
It is a blessing to be well fed  
It is a blessing to have family
It is a blessing to have friends
I am very grateful for HP and my HP friends
For learning things everyday
For  life is a gift
If I keep counting my list might never end
My friends please try to count your blessings
This is a Revised version of my last year Thanksgiving Poem.
I hope you  like it.
Happy Thanksgiving
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