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Randy Johnson Jan 2017
After we die, the world will forget about me and you.
But God will never forget about us and that is true.
God will remember us after we die even if the world lasts a million more years.
God will feel pity for our loved ones who mourn our deaths and shed their tears.
God knew about all of us even before we were in our mothers wombs.
And he will eventually raise the dead, we will walk out of our tombs.
God will remember everybody and he'll prove it when we're resurrected.
When this happens, life will be glorious because God will see to it that everything is perfected.
Randy Johnson Jan 2017
God always listens when you pray.
He hears every word that you say.
Your prayers and faith are important to him.
He won't let you down even if things are grim.
Some times good people feel like losers but in God's eyes, they are winners.
If bad people change their ways, God will forgive them even though they were big sinners.
If you ever think that God doesn't listen to your prayers, please remember that isn't true.
God always listens and he wants to be a part of your life every day because he loves you.
Randy Johnson Dec 2016
Even though Jehovah Witnesses don't celebrate Christmas, church is the best place to be on Christmas Day.
There is no better way to celebrate Christ than to be in church to worship and pray.
Being in church is the best way to honor Jesus and his father.
But many people never go to church, they don't even bother.
I'll be in church on Christmas Day, it's the best place for me to be.
It's the best way to honor Christ and I really hope that you agree.
Fatimah Mehr Dec 2016
He gives, I take;
He wrongs the 'give n take'.
'Haps my thirst is quenched,
Or the oasis is a mirage.
Finding You is not dificil,
For those who do!
For me yet, it ain't easy too.
Tue, Aug 21, 2012
eleanor prince Dec 2016
it was hard not to notice
her suffocating stance
eliminating life
from breath

stark contrasts clashed
chemist stench rife
clawed nails fought
with burnt electric hair

face caked with
false promise
rude lips bled
in twisted shapes

mismatched words
shot giddily from
handgun mind
long since spent

guests' amused disdain
stilled at sharp madness
flashes of veined sclera
screamed woe

signatures etched on
death warrants
coffin lids
clamped shut

wild assertions
rank religious fervor
vomited about
a hushed room

charity's stretched
compassion quit
in rush to regain
a summer's peace

efforts to impress
stabbed coarsely
dense air strangled
rational thought

guilty images beset
tortured space
noxious noise
begging revolt

yet collective dagger
falls aside mute
lest honour
too is lost

as raucous gasps fail
to impress
with anything
less than

dreams
of a quiet book
easily wooed
by a silent stream
musings of a fictional, failed 'blind date' sparked by an odious social experience - but the writing style itself inspired by NB's fascinating poetry
James Traylen Dec 2016
I thought I saw a halo hovering above my head,
It rested on cement.
Then a bedroom window flew open
And the light got bent.
Cameron Banowsky Dec 2016
I just want to feel
depressed today
just let the feeling
of life
dissipate

I just want to feel numb today
don't want to cry
no
crying feels great

judge me
say you know my struggle
well *******
and your plastic bubble

oh haha
time well spent
I will see hell before I am sent
oh haha
time well spent
I will eat god before
i repent

preachers and priests
will burn in hell
because there they'll find
they have nothing left to sell
preachers and priest go burn in hell
at least there you have no one left to sell

well

oh haha
time well spent
feeding your fear to the ignorant
oh haha
time well spent
I'll see you in hell, when you are sent
Made an adjustment to fit better with music.  I believe the modification makes the song more relevant to the way I feel now than the way I had felt at the time of its inception.
Amanda Newby Dec 2016
She's magnetic.
I am a washer,
Pulled in by her.

I am awash
With want.
She's turned me desperate,
Starved animal.

I was so forlorn
She felt guilty.
Her eyes strained to see me,
Sad sap.

I'm not in love,
I'm insane.
Possessed by some succubus.
Tapped into my carnal flaw.

How could a demon
Smell so sweet?

Harmless sin.
Blameless craving.

She carried salvation to me
In her hands.
Her mouth.
She baptized my body.

I am reborn
Wicked as ever.

Skin wet.
Eyes open.
Every nerve aching
For her.

I am made by her.
For her.

I am succumbed to her.

To her spider hands,
And her rotten mouth,
Her allure.

I am helpless to her charms,
And I'm growing weaker every day.

Then she left.

She made me
Vulnerable.

It hurt.
But she was
*To die for.
showyoulove Nov 2016
When we hear Jesus say "I give you this day" that's Amore
When I'm having a blast Jesus says "Not so fast" that's Amore
When I just want a drink Jesus says "Stop and think!" that's Amore
When I look up above and trust in Your love (that's Amore) X3
Sung to the tune of "That's Amore". Written on by Men's CRHP 41/42 at St. John Neumann Church. Lyrics by Peter Newburn of the Sputtering Candles
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