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The estimated total annual cost of the monarchy is £299.4m, around nine times the official figure published by the royal household
The monarchy is expensive, very expensive. Of course it wouldn't matter if it were free - the cost to our democracy would still be too high - but when the palace tells you it's "value-for-money", don't believe them. We could get much better for far less.
The huge waste and extravagance of the monarchy is a symptom of the main problem: the palace is totally unaccountable and is able to operate with a far greater degree of secrecy than any other part of the state. It also clearly has considerably lobbying clout within government, which explains why the government hasn't cracked down on royal spending.
You can also order your own copy of the report from the Republic shop.
How is the monarchy funded?
The monarchy has never been funded like other public bodies, which are usually set an annual budget based on what they actually need to spend.
Until 2013, the costs of the monarchy – that's the Queen in her role as head of state and the other working royals – were funded by a civil list payment and a number of separate grants covering travel, property maintenance, communications and other expenses.
All these costs have now been rolled into one single annual payment called the "sovereign support grant". This has been set at 15% of surplus revenue from the crown estate - a publicly-owned property portfolio - resulting in a payment of £36.1m for 2013/2014.
However, the sovereign support grant is just one part of the total cost of the monarchy. The royal family's security bill is picked up by the metropolitan police, for example, while the costs of royal visits are borne by local councils.
Meanwhile, income from the Duchy of Lancaster and the Duchy of Cornwall – despite belonging to the nation - goes directly to the Queen and Prince Charles respectively, depriving the treasury of tens of millions of pounds every year.
When all this hidden expenditure is included, the real cost of the monarchy to British taxpayers is likely to be over £299m annually.
Royal finances reform charter
Republic's royal finances reform charter proposes the following simple reforms, to improve accountability, transparency and fairness in royal finances and to appropriately assign public funds to the Treasury.
- Parliament to set an annual fixed budget for the monarchy - including an annual salary for the Queen - to be managed and reported on by a government department, not Buckingham Palace.
- All security costs to be made transparent and accountable.
- All costs of royal visits around the country to be incorporated into the monarchy's budget, not met by local authorities.
- The institution of the monarchy, and all members of the royal household, to be required to abide by the same tax laws and rules as all other public bodies and private individuals.
- The Duchies of Lancaster and Cornwall to be fully investigated by parliament with a view to transferring them into public ownership, with all revenue going to the Treasury.
- The Crown Estate to be renamed 'the National Estate' and its status clarified through amendment of the Crown Estate Act.


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These Prose Poetry Forgiveness poems are examples of Prose Poetry poems about Forgiveness. These are the best examples of Prose Poetry Forgiveness poems written by international PoetrySoup poets
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Remember me (like this)… A smile that made your heart Feel lighter A word that made your Day brighter An embrace you only wanted To be tighter Please remember me… Like this Forget the frowns Forget the pouts Forget the downs The angry bouts Forget the times I wasn't there Forgive me for that Frigid stare and… Remember me like this… A hug whenever you Needed one A back rub… late at night A place to go to When you felt so low A touch that felt So right Remember me… The provider for the family Companion always there Old friend and confidante Cuddly Teddy bear Gentle soul with good intentions A moral man who could not lie Humble man with no pretensions A man you can't forget, even if you try A stubborn man…I'll give you this A simple man…tho' a bit remiss A man always ready with a tender kiss So when, (and if…) you reminisce Please remember me …Like this…
Where else do you want to mock me? That my Sister is a Whore? And she owns miserable men under her Lure? Or is it that I have intense body Odour? Maybe you will taunt the clothes I once wore which you already tore. So, what else is it? That I snore? Or that a drunkard is my Family's Core? Is there anything more? Or something laughable you really saw? Perhaps, you just realize I'm poor? Please anymore flaw? If you're bitter, it isn't my fault don't use me as the Salt on your wounds. I know, I stimulate the stretching of your Catapult and my smile makes you want to join a Cult Even with the Insult, never forget that I'm mere Human who can halt; despite not giving a damn just to make you understand that I'm simply a friend.
You came into my life, why? I didn't invite you, I never wanted you around, you know this , but you will not leave, you don't know how much I hate you, and yet I don't hate anyone or anything. When you hate, to me, it is the same as killing. If I only knew how to kill you ……. It would have been done many times over. I awake every morning and there you are, ready to make my life miserable, the one thing you enjoy most in your life. Wherever I go, you follow bringing your misery into my life. Why cant you just leave and leave me in peace? I fight with you every day, and it hurts so much, so much it hurts to fight with anyone, even you. There is one way and only one way to rid you of me. I think of this often, but then where would I be? I would not be, because you are part of me, your name is bi-polar. Handed down from my father and from his father, and from me to my son, but he refuses to recognize you, so he fights you without help he could get. If he would only say I know who you are. I hurt for him everyday, and then I pray. Oh God please forgive me for what I have brought upon my son. Son, I love you, and am so sorry for what you go through. Maybe someday we will talk again. Dad
Lord God, Stretch our mind/s with deep understanding of Wisdom To obtain positive understanding with every complications Counsel us with guidelines in our work Give us Fortitude, strength, Patience and Tolerance to finish in peace successfully Deliver knowledge in our mind/s For us to receive Piety, goodness and devoutness to get satisfaction With Holy Fear of the Lord-God, I/we ask in the name of Father Christ Jesus to be with us now and forever. Amen 09122012 People can change the "our" to "their", "him" or "his" when praying for others.
written 17th Sept 2013 When it comes to love, I AM poisonous don't let me curse another, leave me loveless For the first time in my life, I felt your pain and cried for your heart my heart finally hurts, knowing I passed this pain from the start Please find help to set your heart free trust me, it's not a life you recover from easily Damaged goods I told you, unrepairable but some how, you managed the impossible Unlovable for my entire life yet you had no problem, getting me to become your wife Yes, it's been more than both of us should have ever had to bear at this moment, every cell in my body is overwhelmed, so I really do care Please don't enter my life's pain and despair you don't deserve it, you are so patient and filled with such love I'm sorry I let myself fall in love knowing it would poison you soul mates forever and eternity, my love belongs only to you...
To Touch The Heart I to feel and gain respect from love, But knowing that your lover is much fond of, That warmth and caring that love gives, From feelings shared and now love lives. But that of life's little minutes one can see, A picture of perfection and reality. Surrounded with love's handy touch, And that glitter from feelings felt so much. But with much beauty from loves shame, One noticing that hate has lost this game. And now tell me of how to feel from pain, When my heart touches your name..
A noble story one that ought to be our good host laughed and swore the games begun. Come match the knights tale if you can sir monk. To bellow arms and blood and bones he swore. A noble one I'll pay off the knights tale lets do this right. You tell yours by and by either I'll speak or go on my own way. Everyone listen but first i will propound that i am drunk i know it by my sound. For I'll tell a golden legend and a lie. Forget your ignorant drunken bawdiness it is a sin and great foolishness. Tell us of other things you'll find to lack i see you are angry with my tale but why. cuz you are a fool your head is overpowered by the wine. If you are not enjoying yourselves then cut off my head but as i drink my wine and ale. Whoever won't accept what i decide will pay for everything we spend along the ride. So hold up your hand if you accept my speech reflect a little and don't hold me to blame if you choose wrong don't lay it on my head. And both of them had bawdy tales to tell theirs no sense making earnest out of game.
Without him beside me, my future seems so bleak, being naïve, i was told he was not meant for me. Ignoring this world of cruelty and its power tear our world apart. Now sitting i ponder why I being so naïve from the very start My tomorrow will never come, for I will forever live in his yesterday. Turning my back on the one who loved me in every single way. Not even time can heal a shattered heart, but I guess somewhere in his heart he loved me after all Many times I've dreamt of him and unable to hide my tears, As I reminisce that sad day I decide we go our separate ways, I pinch myself, as in a dream, knowing it is not true, How could I let go of such a man, no woman would ever do. I remember the look in his eyes when he dropped by and found my note. Pain crippled on his face leaving such a heart in pain, as he read along "My heart is with you but I will forever be alone, never will you and I share a place of our own. Rejected by all to cross the color line thinking my love is blind". If again such a love should come my way, I'd break free of those dark days I'd confess my true heart and reject the rest and break through this racial barrier and fallow my lovers path wherever he lead to ease this heart that beat to grieve.
Nineteen fable Nineteen fable MUSICK NONnude Review CHarlaxFabels Grand Funk Railroad was a fave group of mine the best time eye ever had was in a house on a rug listening to this song of hard rock and rhinocerous thumps. Wait. FOGHAT was the best for sex but lucky mee was never a Catholic. The Horns blew for Chicago and there was lots of other groups to make this fable bleed there was the Creedence Clearwater Revival so cool so wonderful a thing. John Fogarty sure must have been a saint. Eye wish he had not got so mad and left the other members of his group. But Creedence Song became a new fave thing. Daddy had a band Played him a little guitar Traveled in a van Livin' that rock and roll Night after night People comin' up to the bandstand Say you can't go wrong If you play a little bit of that Creedence song It was late one night Cruisin' on down the interstate Stopped into a diner To get him some chili and fries Heard the waitress tell a guy Standin' over by the jukebox Hey you can't go wrong If you play a little bit of that Creedence song Well daddy took a shine To the lil' girl behind the counter She movin' her hips to the swamp beat Right on time Said could he play her somethin' Over there on the jukebox She said you can't wrong If you play a little bit of that Creedence song Daddy had a plan He asked that girl to marry With a brand new wife They're livin' on rock and roll Night after night She whispers oh so sweetly Hey you can't go wrong If you play a little bit of that Creedence song
i can tell by your smell when its a tail this time it fail you can smin like wail and feel free JUST DON'T LIE TO ME
First of all, it's a big responsibility, especially in a city like Jacksonville, or Philadelphia, or wherever really. So think long and hard before deciding on love. On the other hand, love gives you a sense of security: when you're walking down the street late at night and you have a leash on love ain't no one going to mess with you. Because crooks and muggers think love is unpredictable. Who knows what love could do in its own defense? Broken glass bottles. On cold winter nights, love is warm. It lies between you and lives and breathes and makes funny noises. Love wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs. It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy. Love doesn't like being left alone for long. But come home and love is always happy to see you. It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life, but you can never be mad at love for long. Is love good all the time? No! No! Love can be bad. Bad, love, bad! Very bad love. Love makes messes. Love leaves you little surprises here and there. Love needs lots of cleaning up after. Somethimes you just want to get love fixed. Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper and swat love on the nose, not so much to cause pain, just to let love know "Don't you ever do that again!" Sometimes love just wants to go out for a nice long walk. Because love loves exercise. It will run you around the block and leave you panting, breathless. Pull you in different directions at once, or wind itself around and around you until you're all wound up and you cannot move. But love makes you meet people wherever you go. People who have nothing in common but love stop and talk to each other on the street. Throw things away and love will bring them back, again, and again, and again. But most of all, love needs love, lots of it. And in return, love loves you and never stops.
Cold, callus, crying, shivering, and covered in sweat. Wondering what has happened. Not yet understanding this fate I've met. What of a guy that stumbled around, just trying his hardest to show he'd been found, after all he had just been purchased from the human pound. That promise to you. Man I broke it. I told you Id stop, and for a time I did, but that stuff two blocks away, my will power just wasn't work-n. My wrist watch again broken. Always from the look on my face, you could tell Id been smoke-n. You tried. You tried so hard, but the mind wasn't mine. only a shell of what used to be, all of me you were trying to find, and I didn't get this till my alone time. I was pushing. You were pulling. Then it all pushed you away. It was all down hill from here, so naturally you couldn't stay. I sit here so sad for the way you must of felt. Let alone how you dealt. Ill never understand how I could do this to you. You're so prefect, even your aura dances in ambient light. You're the best friend I could of had, and that leaves me really mad, that the rest of the world may never know what we had. The thing is I know now, that you loving me. This really was Much more, than I loving you. ~Ha,Turned around this insecurity was always mine.~
s o b e r... The fuse burns the skin; 'till years disappear in the sear. Those scars allow us to be who we are - - - urging us to bleed truth- - - so we can speed through the blues----- fueling us with the go, the giddy up to show, with each blow we grow,---and we Leggo our Ego -------just so the doubters we encounter shout louder and louder--- tho' they ain't got a clue as to who... or what we're about, or the journey of pain ballooning our veins with insane clout-------- and we wish upon a trouble free time to be near, yet it's far...- - - like the stars in the sky----...---sobering the view...while we drink the abuse------Still, the lit fuse burns the years till our fears cry.-____so hopefully, we learn from the scars when our tears dry.
I believe that yesternight has gone by, And this is another day, A brand new day, A very beautiful one. All I could see is the rising of the sun, with its beauty and energy, Ready to beautify, And illuminate this day. All I wish is to be like this sun unto you, lighten up your angelic face to a lovely smile, And a source of encouragement to launch you, Higher unto greater achievement.
What the hell did I do.. This question posed aggressively now in my conscious mind. I bury my head in my knees, and sob relentlessly asking why, and mumbling man you really did it this time. Party at my place he screams, and Man you don't ever stop by. These images scroll the Rolodex of my subconscious side. Try this it will make you feel great! You'll have no worries for at lest the next eight. Doesn't that sound great! That's when it hit me, like a shot straight through the heart. I parted my metaphoric sea shore, my arms, my legs, they are the oars. Swimming through the blue abyss, always watching close for shore. Then little by little always needing more, and more. The hours and days went by, oh my god how I was high. My euphoric mind never pressed for time, no matter the dime. Clouds on the horizon a thunderous sky. It was even getting late, and the moon began to pull at the tide. Looking back I see this was going to be a very long ride. Pushing forward toward the shore, limb for limb, tired and sore. Screaming, hurry up and get here, where out, and have got to have more. Then the lighting began to show it's power, and the wind had the waves in a roar. The rain stinging torn & chapped skin. I began to lose consciousness, now at a merciless Drift. Pulled way out, fast and swift. Their would be few that would adore. As they wonder how long, before I'd wash back ashore. What the hell did I do.. This question, posed aggressively now in my conscious mind.
THE LAST WORD as barbs fly back and forth and tempers rise do you often disagree and keep feeding fire that keeps dissention flowing in downward spiral as things are said that are not meant fatal stings of verbal attacks cause damages breaking relationships not fixed or refurbished beyond repair as we dwell in conceited pride gratification and delight in a victorious prize as arrows are shot back and forth in rancorous bitter ruthless verbal combat of private crusade try turn the next painful targeted aim to apology and value relationships through a humble defeat © Kim van Breda—May 2014
At last time has brought me to this day yet again on another Saturday night things forever will end sweet flowers with petals in need For me it is nothing more than a day my life will begin the pain I feel will forever remain yet to others it is merely a Saturday Here I stand at the path of yesterday and today for tomorrow there will be nothing more to say in so many demanding ways I thank God it is Saturday The last day in a week seen as play but as for me it is such a lonesome day tomorrow is day number one the day life begins has yet begun Peace floods me in my solace this day knowing it is final, done, ended, this 5th day in May the day I was finally told to give up and walk away I am no longer trapped by my fears or waiting for he to cause me pain I am the one who won on this Saturday At last I do not care to be played or hurt to the extreme, a lovers old tired game I want to thank you for moving on to another's sweet way This will forever be known as Red's blessed Saturday and with this release back into the wild game I find my heart pure for those locked deeply away thank you for letting me be and not trying to keep hurting me SATURDAY is officially my lucky day! enjoy the date that you made, love her deeply, cherish her face for I will forever remain ever-so grateful for this Saturday To you both I thank you, and send a prayer of passionate love your way! At last I can be happy all because of one Saturday in May! To me a new anniversary I have now made, with God's amazing grace.
lead my hand o' dear life lead my hand on this land o' dear life, until the end o' dear thought of comfort seed my life feed me not in strife bleed me joy from nine to five lead me a journey of phases a journey of ages to face this germinate in me a corn of survival a history of possibilities a record of living to afford a source to live for this life is a choreographer of life a propeller of existence an economy of spiritual commodities a tear drop of opportunities yet not so many does see its commonalities an event of anomalies and regularities lead me a way o' dear life carry me a sledge on a journey of life a terrain of survival and life a gemstone for many a pentagon of any a model of penny an artwork of joy a string of life on a journey a script of many a stanza of any opn08022012/0106 from: 'journey of life' and 'on a journey', february 2012 >> ntema's unique poetry (nup) http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lead-my-hand-o-dear-life/
Fallen from grace, no longer do I sit high upon the pedestal that you had once put me No longer am I seen as idol or mentor Nor wanted as provider or protector But now looked upon as an outcast and banished from your heart. Betrayed by the one who now blinds you With a veil of lies and deceit that weighs on your young fragile heart With heavy words of animosity and abhorrence You have been trapped in a malevolent web of hatred and retribution Used as an unwitting pawn in a game of emotional chess. Your words of respect and adoration Have been replaced by venomous accusations of brutality and oppression Taught to you by the on who now holds the chains that bind your heart. But I will not be vanquished or deterred By these attempts to falsify or dilute my love for you I will be strong in my resolve and true to myself I will not let these misguided asseveration's destroy my confidence In knowing that my spirit is pure and that one day You will be able to break free from your restraints And uncover your eyes so you can distinguish the truth from the lies. To understand the choices that need to be made in life Through your own mistakes and life experiences Until that day comes I shall be waiting, Ready to stand next to you as opposed to being on that pedestal And walk down a new road with you as your friend and equal.
The heart above all things, most fragile, bears all things. So easily wounded when past scars beckon; Unhealed, unreckoned. Reminding me; of life's journey past, awaiting to be healed, forgiveness to be sealed. Forgiveness must allow the healing that I wish. For the heart above all things, most fragile; bears all things where love abides, when healing does reside. Today, an opportunity not to miss the healing that I wish. So, ABBA, forgiveness I release so healing will replace, and love most precious will abide when forgiveness does reside.
Does the angels exist only in the stories? Their magical wand and that golden glow is all that just a piece of imagination? i searched , searched and searched till i had found them they werent as i imagined yet they were gentle . i saw the angels, in helping heart of person, in parents's eyes after fulfilling kid's wish, in innocent kid's smile on sharing things, in mom's tears, in dad's care, in friend's support, in sibling's love, in person's surprise gifts, in carefree laugh, in playful childhood, Angels do exist but in different human forms, spreading invisible magical charm making our life magical come on , cross your fingers make a wish who knows may be there will an angel waiting to fulfill that ;)
Tick tack on the wall, Knocking all the wall, Scaring us all, Muscling the muscles, Muscling the morsels in us, Quickening the finest deep, The hidden gold of gold, A dignity of labour, How loyal and diligent you are, Precious and precarious, Dangerous and conspicuous. TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK! Running without waiting for anybody, How impatient could man be, In your sound you keep man, In haste at everydawn, Thou hath in the haste of full dawn, Desperately desperate, Anxiously anxious, Wisely wise are we and you Preciously precious, Nothing can be done without you that's obivously obvious. TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK! We chose to choose you, Working to work with you, Falling to fall with you, No time no food, No time no suite, No time no cheat, No time no shift, No time no me, there is set time for everything, Mama use to say, Patience is virtue of time, that's the way whichever way. TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!
Spent and Battle Weary, the exhausted figure trudges the well worn path like the to-ings and fro-ings of some relentless seaside donkey. Utterly defeated,she resumes her rhythmic rocking, almost robotic in its ministry. No welcome here for this fretful form Out of time This usurper of liberty, predator of new found freedom, like the parasitic mistletoe as it clings to the enduring oak Consumes the spirit Outflanked by convention, choice simply a misconception, The woman capitulates before her adversary. The final shades of moonlight fade from the sky. The child, enveloped in the first vestiges of sleep, Surrenders its hold. The early morning sunlight precociously animates its shadowy dance; and Fairies cavort upon this tiny form, playground of elfins and pixies; the elixir, the effervescence in champagne. I brush the hair from the forehead of the sleeping child My heart is swollen No enigma here; only my daughter
Faith lost, love failed All because of what's unveiled. And in this pain I have been jailed. It was not you, it was all me And no one else will ever see How these things all came to be But now it's lost, now it's gone I watch the sky for signs of dawn Yet I never played you as my pawn. I hid in dark, I hid in lies I kept it all from dark brown eyes I now await for harsh goodbyes. No one will see, no one will hear The reasons I held these secrets dear Yet visions' still blurred by means of tears I watched you rise, I watched you grow And that's why you did not know The deceit I had yet to show. It was your laugh, it was your smile That kept me quiet all the while Trudging every single mile You own my soul, you own my heart I can not bear for us to part Let me help the healing start I am a human, I am a girl And mistakes come about and whirl Causing rivers of silver pearls You do not believe, you do not trust This healing process is a must The reliance will rise up from the dust It will take long, it will take time And many, many clocks will chime Until our love's back in it's prime I love you now, I love you forever Please let us spend it all together I want to part not now, not ever.
Schism FAITH is a shield that covers a man from head to toe. True faith surpasses dead works. And now to this title poem. Ed. Note. There is GOD and his SON and his SPIRIT they aer three separated and distinct images and yet they aer one persona one giant mega person perhaps with three faces. No one has yet completely deciphered his image iff an artiste was to create to paint GOD eye suppose it could look something like an Ancient of Days upon a Throne not once but thrice with the same face three times the image of the SON being the predominate one. The first image an old ancient man. The second one is harder a Scepter in his hand of Righteousness a crown of Diadems jewelry that cannot be likened to money or material wealth but as a sign and symbol of his Authority. Jesus has a Crown for he is Ruler of this universe. The third image; that one of the Spirit, is yet harder to discern the same Jesus face in a burning glowing place. A Glow of Flame a Fire; however, made of warmth and love. A SPIRIT made of GOD. He broke the Horn off Satan forehead gave the world back to the Flock. Gentle reader ewe just stop. Stop strife worry remember what a PRICE was paid for love and go back to the cross for there we pray. Yes we build all our deeds the love upon the Death, not counting all the cost our possessions all our love our very lives depend on Christ our King. A living GOD a loving Spirit a wonderful Father who gives more than mere health and wealthy love neither constrained or with any guile or predetermined Schism of the flesh just unconditional love without end lasting forever nothing ever is needed again love. Eye am reminded of the many infirmities of flesh the frailties of a man the Schism of his Grace as eye sit ici with this pen discovering all the needless hashing of old wounds fumbling at the hands and scars the wounds eye sometimes get as certain they aer thine not self inflicted or just mine. Schism is a wrent a tear in time the body dies the flesh in grave the light for all to see apparently asleep yet Schism thrives for eye have seen the Temple of the Lord a Saint a Lady in death's place repose aware of nothing now her Spirit gone to Lord somehow twas more than beautiful to me no longing brought forth from Schism's door a token portent of myself at play upon the earthly plain of dust the Grace upon her face the Peace mere word cannot her Journey over now convey, her Judgment come and gone and Heaven won all in a single word born. Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Come. GOD. The maker of the Schisms all and one.
Take off the mask and be yourself: Be honest; be true and strong. Stop trying so hard to fit in a crowd where you really don't belong. Don't side-step your calling To HIM, you should only remain true Don't push HIM aside because you need HIM as Guide in all that you think, say and do. He is the only One who does possess the Power to the success you are looking for. So take off the mask; simply be yourself; accept His plans for you. Rekindle His Love through repentance, prayer and faith within your heart- And true success will scoop you up and elevate you high; And wealth will be yours unendlessly with love; with peace you can not deny.
Someone someday came to me That someone somedy charged a fee; That fee was realyy irreplacable And the loss was really intolerable. That day i decided something very smart Whatever it is ,but never melt your heart; just let everything go far apart and beleive no dart can break your heart. Oh! 'that' someone someday came again to me This time wont pay you any of the fee; Now don't be sorry,it means nothing to me Stop being burdened ;you better feel free. Was that the right decision to take? Was it correct not forgiving someone for a mistake?; No; was the answer for being so rude But everyting can't change according to your mood. One day yself made a major mistake Was expecting everyone to forgive and wake; Now for myself I can't be so fake when I myself never forgave any mistake. How can we be so selfish sometimes Its funny why we never hate ourselves even for the crimes; Why then we feel so hurt if its someone other Why our heart is not like a mother. This time 'I' met that someone someday Hugged him and forgave that someone that day; We departed away with satisfied smiles Alas! I walked with free feel for miles. From that day I learned something really new; One needs the guts to forgive even a few.
Refrigerator Love (Poem) God, I don't really know why You made the breadth of Your Son's arms stretch far enough apart to allow your living breath inside of dying lungs like mine. My sin is the tree cut down and shaped into the crucifix. For years, I took the blood of Your Son and smeared it over the wood, trying to splinter the genes from Your hands from ever matching mine. So why are you still molding me in Your image? I've always been attracted to the wrong people, places and things like a noun with bad grammar, but You spell I love you all over my surface like refrigerator magnets until it sticks. I've been outdated since the day I was born, and the 90's left my life so fast I swear they ran to the 21st century outlet to pick up a better model of me. My insides have grown freezer frigid over the years, but You've kept my heart preserved. I've left a few more spoiled memories on my shelves longer than I would've liked. Back then, I just loved the look of them still alive in me so much that I never learned to let go when I thought my life was still in one piece. Compost my past like the gardener You are. I'm on my knees begging to You to plant and harvest seeds in Your fields that will grow into fruits without expiration dates. Father, Your food is eternal because Your love is everlasting. Reverse me like a walking tomb, and let me be the body for Your Spirit to live in. Tend to my inside circuits, and help me be a bright, electrical vessel, Continually kept running through the night so others can see You too.
Guilt's Insistence by Odin Roark One's perception Often lingers amidst stench and flames Where personal battles fought Leave only wounds unhealed Unsettling dust And billowing spirits Weave through porous walls Embedded with crustaceous regret Such battered pasts Remain painful Awaiting our will to cast aside Our self-imposed eclipse And often… Duration too can tire Rendering time's horizon To drift from consciousness Becoming but faded memory Leaving one shackled With guilt's insistence
"Vision Zero" -- no more deaths from highway accidents. The idea was born in Sweden, where it's had spectacular success in reducing traffic fatalities. Now zeroing out all traffic fatalities must become an explicit U.S. and worldwide goal. Otherwise we have no prospect of taming the appalling roadway death toll -- 42,000 lives lost yearly in the United States, close to 1.2 million worldwide. THE LAW IS STATED FOR EACH AND EVERY DIFFERENT STATE IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. › Alabama DUI Law › Alaska DWI Law › Arizona DUI Law › Arkansas DWI Law › California DUI Law › Colorado DUI Law › Connecticut DUI Law › Delaware DUI Law › Florida DUI Law › Georgia DUI Law › Hawaii DUI Law › Idaho DUI Law › Illinois DUI Law › Indiana OWI Law › Iowa OWI Law › Kansas DUI Law › Kentucky DUI Law › Louisiana DWI Law › Maine OUI Law › Maryland DUI Law › Massachusetts OUI / DUI Law › Michigan DUI Law › Minnesota DWI Law › Mississippi DUI Law › Missouri DWI Law › Montana DUI Law › Nebraska DWI Law › Nevada DUI Law › New Hampshire DUI Law › New Jersey DWI Law › New Mexico DUI Law › New York DWI Law › North Carolina DWI Law › North Dakota DUI Law › Ohio DUI Law › Oklahoma DUI Law › Oregon DUII Law › Pennsylvania DUI / DAI Law › Rhode Island OUI Law › South Carolina DUI Law › South Dakota DUI Law › Tennessee DUI Law › Texas DWI Law › Utah DUI Law › Vermont DUI Law › Virginia DUI Law › Washington DUI Law › District of Columbia DWI Law › West Virginia DUI Law › Wisconsin OWI Law › Wyoming DUI Law It is hard to do the will of GOD and judge not a brother for what he eats or drinks but they THE LAW aer seeming smarter for they judge no content but amounts thereof. This is number twenty in my CharlaXTitles Cadd.
Mum, you bought me shoes, socks and a football kit, 'You were willing me to see me as your 'hero'. Fifteen years have passed away, I still have your gift that you bought for me on Christmas. Your son is a really hero, have you seen me, I am top scorer as you can read in the local newspaper, When I kissed my first trophy, my tears poured out, My friends thought that I am crying in happiness. Mum, have you remembered me? As I know, I always missed your shadow, I go to the pond every week, Where you fed the birds and spent hours with them. You never come to learn, How your son spent days, weeks and years. Perhaps you don't know, dad also left me, When you went out, he ran after you. I saw his picture in a newspaper, When I grew up a little, I heard from my carer, Your dad died in an accident, Have you come to attend his funeral? I learnt when he left church nobody was behind him, Only service that he received has been delivered, I went often to kiss his stone, as I found him, Few days ago it was a fathers day. When I join my mate's birthdays, I saw their parents curdling them with gifts. They dance and laugh, enjoy food and drink, I feel loneliness and lost myself in puffs of smoke. Always I got drunk but never forgot that incident, When you tried to stop dad, not to drink more, He pushed and slapped you strongly, I saw blood touching your feet. You don't know, I also ran after you, Door slammed shut, road was icy and frozen, I hit a stone and fell conscious on the street, When I found myself, I was in a hospital bed. Mum, is your face looking the same as before? How will I recognise you if I met you suddenly? I am sure mum. You will recognise me, At last I am your son as same as I am Dad's.
Pharisee went into the Temple to pray Sure of his goodness and love for God He prayed confidently about his deeds Fasting, tithing, praying, He did faithfully This man was glad when the sinner came Into the Temple with eyes downcast. For it gave a perfect contrast to himself. So he thanked God he wasn't like this sinner. Sinner was bowed so very low before God. "God have mercy on me a sinner." he whispered. No list of good uttered, as he could see none. Jesus said Sinner not Pharisee was justified. Simon the Pharisee invited Jesus over to eat. Simon didn't have servants wash Jesus feet He didn't kiss Jesus or draw near for fear, Fear of what others Pharisees would think. In came a sinful woman with unkempt hair. She wept at Jesus feet without looking up. Carefully she wiped these feet with her hair. Simon was now sure Jesus was no prophet A prophet could surely tell she was a sinner. How could he let her touch him that way? Reading Simon's thoughts Jesus taught. Using this contrast in real life as a lesson. He asked Simon if there were two debts One greater, one lesser and both forgiven. Who would feel greater love and gratitude? Simon replied, "The one whose debt was greater" "Correct" said the One who would pay all debts. Those who know their debt to God is great. Are filled with greater love toward the Savior. Simon showed he had little need for the Christ. But to the woman. Jesus said, "You sins are forgiven." "Go and sin no more." She stood free and esteemed Precious are those who come humbly to the Lord He will forgive and welcome them to His Family forever. Humility. Pride. Contrast. Mixed in all of us. People who come to God feeling worthless, Christ lifts up. People striding in proudly, Jesus humbles to allow entry. For the Lord's Kingdom's door is incredibly low. So low that we enter only through true confession From the heart to Jesus as Savior who humbled Himself Coming down from glory to earth's mess to make a Way. By humbling Himself on a Cross – Universe's God tortured. Jesus contrast makes ours seem small – so why wait? May we take the humble road to Life, risen Christ made. Joining God's family of forgiven, freed, joyful sinners. New life's contrast with old will grow as we follow Him. By a thankful sinner now saint by Jesus' grace
@2Twenty0 CharlaXTitles CADD CharlaXAgainstDrunkDrivers Puke all over the seat and get some on your dogs head and a little on the wife's purse get her good and Madd at yew so she will take the car keys and drop them in the piranha pool to keep the control of the car away from yew. DO not ever try to drive the car like that again. Be my friend let the motor idle when the belly has an idol in the center of your disgusting fatness leave the driving to the women or call the rental. Drinking is a disease of the mind heart liver central being alcoholic yew. It is now not only whiskey but people drugging swagging smoking of the left handed Turkish variety just puffing passing smoking inhaling like a Clinton Will. Stronger measures now aer needed to stop the added danger of a high mucky muck brown frame toker from totaling the soccer van of Mother. There is station wagons on the road this mourning with whiskey bumps all over them the women drivers not exempt from hitting poles and other cars and then my friend there is the LAW of Johnny combined to probable cause. When the police man shines his light inside the car and sees at least thirteen empty beer bottles laying in the back seat empty he has a right to ask ewe iff ewe aer recycling them or drinking. A road test complete with breathalyzer please make them touch the nose never mind the sneezes please.
In the deep slumber Of thoughts fuzzier than ever Close, and closer a voice echoes Through the haze And darkness of a nocturnal place A face brightens the day With the ray of hope Touches this hand And never let go My face is just low For an unworthy child Just mild and helpless Dependent and immature That is who I am I know for sure I'm so sorry that I am not Ideal Not perfect full of mistakes I am nothing, just nothing Can't do everything To be on top deep down I'm a mop Cannot sleep, no peace inside Please forgive me I can't stop the pain I can't make it go away On the edge, I just fell Thinking of it every single day I might drown By your thoughts I cry and frown.
You love me as I am With all my inconsistencies You never give up on me In Your eyes you see me As a complete person Made in Your image Though I am far from being An image of You Without flaw or sin Yet that is what You Choose to see in me, as Your child You love me as I am Small, weak in body and mind Filled with doubts that come Bombarding me daily Even then, You calm my spirit You bring rest to my soul My tears You wipe away With Your very hand Full of compassion and love You hold me in Your arms Till my fears pass away So Lord, help me be What it is You see in me Let my speech be that of You Speaking only Your love My actions be what You Would direct of me to do May my heart grow To be as big as Yours Holding tight the hurting and lonely Showing them a glimpse of You Yes, Lord, You love me as I am You love me as I am, just as I am
You mean so much to me, more then you'll ever know. More then ill ever be able to describe. But I'll try. Voice of a angel, touch ever so soft you would think its a feather. Eyes so beautiful seeing them on a sunset day, medusa stare ever so hypnotizing locking eyes can't look away. Baby in the tummy, heart just started beating giving me a rush that I really needed. Love so old I feel defeated. Even though I do everything for you, I'm looking out for me just keeping a close over view upon you. How can I fix your life if mine isn't alright, but i don't know where id ever be with out you by my side. And I thought I'd never know but as of now I'm pushing through. Now that your gone, I miss you every night. But I gotta be strong. Cause if not you'll be gone and ill be with a baby missing its mom.
I was always the little guy, Picked on for my size, Pushed and prodded in the halls, Cowered to nothing by their calls, They threw rocks at me every day, So I would leave early on my way, And wore two coats with hoods, Rocks only striking when I stood, Sometimes they'd throw boulders, And they glanced off my shoulders, And then I would come back in pain, With yesterdays tear stains, Once they crippled me for days, Hitting my legs, oh what pains, But then my dad took me in, And I grew into a young man, And two years later I returned, And now the tables were turned, You see I grew a foot taller, And no longer was I smaller, I visited those who threw stones, And none of them had grown, As I did those past two years, And I couldn't pay back the tears, For I knew their sudden plight, They were too small to fight, But they soon left my brother alone, This was the gift I gained from stone, So from bullied to protector I moved, And the little ones all approved, Of the new big friend they now had, And how I stopped those bullying cads.
If you could see inside my soul Peep inside my heart You would know how much youare missed when we sre apart If you could scan inside my hesd and my thoughts wre made public to see You would know how much i cherish how dear you mean to me Just how you comfort me and the way you hold me near How our love is solid and it eases our fears The glow in your beaytiful eyes, your smile,your gentle touch Are many reasons i love you so much Knowing we can talk to each other about any and everything Together we will get through whatever life may bring I could search the world over This i know is true to me Iwould never find another love like the love i've found in you With each sunrise and sunset we never know what's in store ther's certainly one thing i know for sure each and everyday i love you more and more So if you could scan inside my head If thoughts were public to see You would know how blessed i feel to have you here next to me.
1Hundred6 1Hundred6 CharlaXFabels Easter2 Christ Crucified. The Cross They took him from the crowd apart and nailed HIM both hands and feet unto the instrument of torture the cross of Golgotha complete the scriptures had prophecy concerning this event to complete the salvation of all of man. The LORD of all creation hung and suffered ridicule and thirst and hunger of a different sort for Heaven he was thirsty then. They cast lots upon his garment. The prayers were hardly out left far behind when eye began to reap the benefits of health improved my finances of wealth increase can be explained away by fools but ewe we knoe the truth for JESUS gives. My target Heaven my wealth health and all my food my found and scrounged and Easter egged 2 all come forth from HIM. A Poor and sinfilled man quite given to the drink may lie and steal and say he found it near his drink he "assumes someone has left it there" is what he barks at the beertender the drunk outside may soon die from his concussions the man left near the bathroom door he took a wooden batted thatch knocked upon the drunken noggin put the man all out took from him his wealthy purse to pay just for one more night out seeking oblivion again to drink perchance to dream the detectives came to task the man for overall complaints the thief he muttered "HOW? did you know that it was me ,yes? HOW?" Detective Fabel was on the case he was pushing by the place the alleyway and heard the cricket paddle whack the commoner went down he is bound to get better now in the hospice we have found for him but you will only get worse in the old hoosegow. The old banded man in the alleyway digging in the trash can has more hope than you as they take the thief away the scrounger finds a basket full of boiled eggs left there an Easter 2 colored all purple and white inside the yellow yolk looking like a big surprise the color of a dandylion sunrise.
I kept listening to beliefs: "This is the way things are." "This is the way things have to be in order to…" "You know, if you do this, you will receive that…" "That's just the way it is. That's just the way I am." "What I really want for you is…." "You'll be happier if you would just…." "If he really loved you, he would…" "Well, if you really love him, you would feel…" "If you do this for me, then you will get this…" "If you don't do this, then I will talk about it until you do." I not only listened, I became them. My choices were based on the list of phrases. I had to "do the right thing." Or…. Or I would die? Well I am dying today. Not dying like my body has fallen and is breathless. Dying like full of breath, full of grief. Dying like; "I hate dying because I keep thinking it's permanent and that I will always feeeeeeeeel." Dying like; "I think I am becoming weightless with all of this heavy gunk junk falling off of me." Kerplunk kerplunk The pu-u-u-u-u-u-u-lling like picking a stubborn apple. And the plops of rot thudding the surrounding ground. My expanded branches open out and up Free of knowledge that once grew on me That looked soooo pretty But sour and fused with poison this tree was…
Murder. My soul's contaminated with spit and you walk all over me- each and every single time- It's like I blink and you take one more slap whack! While my face red spurs out guilt of being a victim- the one who always to blame who is always wrong and does wrong- while you look down to me expecting. It's neverending and i'm unsympathetic as we speak. Now so vulnerable and familiar to your cursed speech lucifer's lies- becoming true between the lies you just start the fire. You don't know how to put it out, gassing it, lighter at hand yet you don't seem to care. And my emotions, they're toys- broken, stomped on, crushed. Like my loyalty is not enough, after I stand behind you, strong and neutral- while you whip my heart and test me some more. I've had enough. And you've had plenty of chances before, plenty of criticizing and it's too much, i'm not good enough I'm the "bad" friend i'm just not worth your time so this is the end.
Once the sun blows its warmth I stood on its breeze Gazing back all the moment Drifting silence in a seek None would bother None be bothered Remain silent should I prefer With persevered steps won't I remorse Most hatred which embedded Spell the bliss to be created Call out all the hopes Revealed the untold Every pieces which has left Each part which has last Be hold in my skin Be history of my win Below my wisdom in the valley of my journey Yet I step ahead Nor reverse to back I stand precisely instead
I need not scream For the return of my dream I feel so much better For from her I received a letter Her feelings were not of being mad But of making me feel glad She still wants me And that is the way it should be There was never a great cost Nor even a feeling of being lost When I heard from my love All was still sent from heaven above She finally did show And my face had such a great glow For me she does still need So for now I will not concede She still loves me so In my heart I will always know To me she will still marry Now my head is not in a flurry And a family we will still start In mine heart I will sing like a lark As God meant us to see Together we will always be In the simple breeze I will hold her in my arms to squeeze Now that I have my dear I will lose all my fear I have my best friend back Oh God thank you for that For with her I have no doubt Thank you God I will never be without She has made me so happy I still cry For in my heart I do not want to die All the feelings of dread Have been put out of my head To her I have so much to give And for all of that we will always live We must always treat each so well My heart can only swell I feel so young again And that is where she will begin
I'll Ask Your Forgiveness if I Sinned With You Arabic Poem By: Hamoudi Kanani * Translation into English By: Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk) ==================== Pardon me, you are Every misguided novelty, Save for your body, A paradise Set to be a dwelling for souls, Intoxicating the remnants of the night Witg wine Poured in goblets of passion. O you! Who is as a record book Holding the secrets Of my eternal ordeal, the sins; Your eyes are two sweet springs whispering And misdeeds are men All the men! Life is a female in the color of all women. I'll ask your forgiveness if I sinned with you Lest you write my intentional frivolity Sins neighing at the gate of your paradise Holding silence at the brink of wind spilled like mist When quiver extends its neck announcing an end to our fierce battle engagement. O you! The dedicated in restlessness I embrace you, exposed by passion, Telling what the lips have sipped Out of cups of innermost longing and warmth! The creeping of your fingertips Keeps wiping my afflicted present; Your provocative frivolous play is my pain. Is it your salvation you seek........?? Your eyes are my argument against you; One bite And we go on patching up Our time With the leaves Of remnant idiotic trees That can't hold me back from you .........!! My aberration in you is uncompromised human book; It's not fair when you say Chastity is stripped of angles touch! Who would intercede for you but me? Haven't I prayed humbly for you? Protecting the flow of your warm blood from the sludge of fear? Don't force me to say it, ever, Splendid is a goddess That knows well how to play shamelessly In the vein of a devil!! -------- Translated by: Em. Prof. Inaam Al-Hashimi USA June 2011 * Hamoudi Kanani is an Iraqi writer Link for the poem with an introduction in Arabic: http://almothaqaf.com/index.php/tarjamat/50756.html
IF ONLY TEARS COULD HEAL I must connect with those whose fathers disconnected mine from me. I must connect with those who also cry wailing tears draining their souls; because their fathers killed and raped my mothers who nursed them. I must connect to these tears of old wounds painfully festering the souls that mourn and bleed with the excruciating agony inherited from their fathers' fathers: If only tears could heal.
He hated his brother Because he practiced another Men of same wombs On each other, inflict wounds The free thinker; their observer And he saw; eye sores Men beheaded… burned Women disemboweled Bombed Drug traffickers and the mafia Show more angels heart Men obsessed with religion No place free of them Hold this illusion Four virgins and a mansion For just one man in heaven So die a martyr And make it even In the beginning, was this so? When men die, do they go? PLEASE: give me no fairy answer Except self proven ponder On the other side I heard Christ died Men turned it merchandise One name, many voices As the voices, so the vices Repent. Be baptized Or die ostracized Yet in sex, their leaders Abuse youths and feeders Adultery in the upper chambers Sucked the poor dry So the rich benefits and not die Name not names Lest you give them more fame The free thinker; their observer And he saw…eye sores Grieve not alone in chest It's same in north; south; east; west I heard God has his own powers And he for himself mighty might So why do for him men fight? I heard also, the goat can bite When pushed to the wall Be that so, Then there is: The goat- The applied force- And the wall. Who is the Goat? Man Who is the force applied? Circumstances against man And who is the wall? Religions against man
The young dream their dreams away at night Hoping they come true A doctor,policemen,veterinarian and other dreams are developed by the young Too naive to understand the ways of the world Determined as ever to achieve their dreams The old regret the dreams they could never accomplish They had dreams but unknowingly never came true You go from living a world full of dreams To living the reality that is life Why do we let our dreams die We were so excited as young kids At the foot step of our dreams Were we haunted by the mountain we had to climb To make our dreams come true Did we simply quit Because of society's pressure Did money deter our dreams away while we slept at night Did we let doubt creepy into our hearts Silently killing all of our dreams without realizing it Why do dreams die so quickly When we spent years of our youth Hoping that we could get an opportunity To make them come true Dream big, chase your dreams and never let them die
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Fate has led my heart to find A love that was never destined to last I wonder if this is the punishment I deserve For my cruel and heartless past Karma has twisted my dreams so fast And threw my love in the trash A life-altering war rages on That split our apartment in two Some nights I lay against the wall That separates me from you. Tormented by this endless pursuit That rips my heart through and through An intrinsic insanity leads me on I imagine you on the other side Strumming your fingers across the wall While my child grows inside Looking up through tear soaked eyes To where our memories lie A sense of longing derives Inside your wicked lies I'm wallowing in broken dreams And taunted by the burdens I choose I once believed this was my 'happy ever after' Now I'm waiting for fairy tales to come true Hoping that I'm done paying dues And maybe someday you will choose To stop treating me like you do We'll get back to being me and you Settle down and say 'I do" But there you go Out the door into his arms You chose his dim-witted presence Over my witty charm To0 blind to see the harm In trading that broken home for ours? Spare his feelings to obliterate mine You say you feel obligated to be with him When you're not lying in my arms A broken faith in you snaps from within This could possibly be the end? Our bond is a broken glass we can't mend No longer my friend I love you Who am I to you?
I bent over to pick up the broken pieces of the plate, this was Grandma's favorite plate. She had gotten this plate from her mom, it had always occupied that same spot behind the couch. The same couch we where not allowed to sit on. It was still like new covered with a thick piece of plastic, the plastic used to be clear, now it was yellow with age Beside the couch on end tables there were cut glass bowls filled with candy, the candy was multi colored with verticle stripes, they looked like miniture pillow but without the softness. Like the couch the candies were meant for looking at, almost to much for an eight year old boy. I wanted to be a good boy so I only took a few, they looked better than they tasted. I walked to the kitchen to find some glue. I had hoped she wouldn't notice back it went to it's special spot When she got home and looked at me I cried and told her it was broken She just held me and said it was okay Grandmas are like that By Richard Lamoureux "Picking up The Broken Pieces" contest
Somber silly little Setter, English; painting trapped himself in the side yard whimpering, howling away wildly. Sunscreen-on, moseying on over, in His tenderness He offers a helping hand. Hot Summers cool vapors the blessings found here, there to and fro leaning midst the still lulling; gentle calling of the Rains. Yes the Grace of God, in His joy humming, arriving just in time, and so is Patience the greater venture I suppose the eminent virtue. His Love always; Honest, Open... Willing already beholden... . Far beyond the wreck I make for myself and others... chains stretched bounded securing me yes, my freedom in kind stripped away from me given in the effort this provisional very prominence preceding me when in denial of these facts.
My life is told in lines here the ones etched upon my face deep lines drawn in the sand storylines I wrote past years the lines rarely going straight many written over again fractured pages inked in tears stories fade without a trace wiped away by my own hand a wasted memoir is what I fear can I redeem my essential place in spirit of faith I now stand bright sliver of light shining clear a crushed being saved only by grace
Standing there, I'm looking at you stupidly. You are going on and on about how you are going to take me out of this world, yet the blade moves no where. I should be scared but I just have a notion to laugh. You are busy trying to fit in with your so called friends, that you forgot that I am the only real friend you have got. You try to be tough just like all the rest but when the night is done, its me you call to talk to when things go wrong. Yet here you are with a blade at my throat whispering in my ear that you don't really wanna do this and that you love me. I laugh and your grip gets tighter. I finally close my eyes and tell you just to go what you gotta do. Suddenly you release me, ignoring your friends calling stuff out and beg me for forgiveness. Friends are friends to the end. You mess up so that we can pick you back up. That's what true friends are for, we are the real friends.
http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/9JdBTW/www.picsarus.com/H5C4DD.jpg/ Sunkissed memories, caressing complection- and the time stops at first sight. The sun never forgets- like memories are faded as dreams and while you're perched upon the grassy hill, overlooking that place you called home. Overlooking every memory you had together, seeing not all- but more than you ever experienced. Fate's arms reached out, brought us together and now after time has passed- after others stomped on my doormat- after your heart was tested- we came back to each other- what's meant to be does.
There are very few ones who care There are very few who share; There are few who affectionately glare Number of those specials are undoubtedly rare. People whom you can trust blindly People whom you can forgive kindly; People whom you love passionately People whom you can show your stupidity innocently. Those who'll never talkbehind your back Those who loves you even if you lack; Those who often abusively whack Those who have the key of your heart to hack. you must be thinking who are they? Why without greed they are behaving such a way?; Don't they deserve an extreme pray Its your FAMILY, Yes none but they. They can forget you even for the biggest mistake They are the one if you'll sleep ,they'll wake; Their affection is as pure as shell They know your every next step very well. I really call it a dreamy affection Seems like living in the world of perfection; They are your family never let them down Their single love can bet the whole town.
Once a pastor became bitter with God, And had stumbled in his faith with the Lord For ev'rything in the sky fell in him And evry'thing seems so heavy for him. "Seems God has forsaken me, " he said And thought that God is no longer with him "Where are His promises? " he asked himself "Did the power of the Lord failed? " he thought. He said, "Oh, God! Why is this happening And why are these things falling down to me? Do you really love me, Lord of Highest? Do you really care about me, Oh God? You've said in your word 'I'll never leave you...' Yet you've forgotten and forsaken me! You have said that you'll never let me go And yet I can no longer feel your love! " But the Lord answered him in a vision; In a divine presence, Christ spoke to him: "I'm fatally wounded here at the cross; Yet I cannot die because I'm spotless. So, dearly child, please give me all your sins And I will replace it with righteousness. Dearly child, please give me all your sorrows And I will replace it with blessedness. Most of all, give me all your bitterness And, child, I will replace it with whole love! " So he went back to the love of the Lord Turned back to the protection of his God. Here is the wisdom of the Sovereign Here's the message most cannot understand: What is our right to complain to the Lord When Jesus Christ never complained at all? So just "Trust to the LORD with all your heart And lean not in your own understanding." For God says, 'Be still and know that I'm God; ' Be steadfast and remember that He's Great!
Screaming in my head not able to hear nothing else. the screaming is Me saying come back so I can say goodbye. but the screaming goes unnoticed due to only me hearing them. I wish I could have you one last time to say one last goodbye. Before you go but your already gone, never even got to say goodbye. Maybe one day soon I will get to say goodbye and hello, as I will be dead to with no regrets. the screaming in my head goes silent as I finally get to say goodbye forevevr. the screaming in my head is because I never got to say goodbye.
Who am I to you? I love you No longer my fried Our bond is a broken glass we can't mend This could possibly be the end A broken faith in you snaps from within When you're not lying in my arms You say you feel obligated to be there with him Spare his feelings to obliterate mine In trading that broken home for ours Too blind to see the harm You overlooked my witty charm Favoring his dim-witted presence Out the door into his arms There you go We can settle down and say 'I do' We'll get back to being me and you You'll stop treating me like you do And someday you will choose Making me pay my dues Now I'm waiting for fairy tales to come true Dreams of 'Happy Ever After' I'm taunted by the burdens I choose And wallowing in broken dreams Inside your wicked lies A sense of longing derives To where our memories lie Looking up through tear soaked eyes While my child grows inside Strumming your fingers across the wall I imagine you on the other side And intrinsic insanity leads me on It rips my heart through and through Tormented by this endless pursuit Separating me and you At night I lay against the wall Our apartment split in two By a life-altering war raging on My love was thrown in the trash Karma has twisted my dreams so fast For my cruel and heartless past I wonder if this is the punishment I deserve A love that was never destined to last Fate led my heart here I love you Who am I to you?
Had a dream about my Pa tonight, We all went out with them to Lake Loral Nancy His wife cooking up a good ol' Chicken Pot Stew slow-cooked set way up high atop the hickory us loading up the Bayliner for our afternoon fishing trip. We reminisced, Canoe in toe as we used to do just in case, yes just as we did back then; you-know if either would wished to float to one or more sides with the Canoe tied to the railings of the boat, or more or less to widen the chance at a greater spot to cast a gander upon our luck... . My Father by adoption; having-stated many times early on in-all of our teenier all together, God being-in-charge of all good-Blessings and if-you will--luck... we'll always catch some albeit one Yes I began to see through this statement he mentioned often God is always presenting always providing this-His Honest Hope, for us both--as I believe like my Pa, for any one yes everyone who is patient remains-open... ! Our woes, and Peace abiding... uncertainty grievances questions yes laughter were our main recollections as we dropped our first lines as we cast them... . I tell you I truly did love Him, still love Him, will always I figure... yes I know Some folk are so defined never wish to grow any further their Character divorced by Cancer, Nary did my Father allow it. On the day he passed He told Nancy, "I love my life. My Family Children. Love all those close to me.... but I'm tiered just plain wore out." the Lord took Him that night, the next day forthcoming I was told and O how I cried — But then realized as I saw he lived the greater life - He worked on this purpose until the day he died, and so for all he work for this final reprieve — it was for all of the ones he loved, because I feel for all whom he loved, he'd prayed for all to do the same... Yes a suffering in kind the same I'm seeing now - All-of-it I'm-finding; because he taught me the greater of his Faith nary a day apart from Him, and me... his youngest Son two Others older Sons if you will, yes I feel his family and friends still have this eminent belief to boast; Yes, in-the Company--Comfort... of Jesus' Peace... !
The broken road to heaven The broken road in need of maintenance through which we have traveled, mute and solemn to our delight was alight with millions of glow bugs; evening was another leaf fallen when I whisper to my friend Richard, "Is it heaven? Have we arrived at last?" he smiled, "we are yet to reach my home." =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
If you could see inside my soul Peep inside my heart You would know how much youare missed when we are apart If you could scan inside my hesd and my thoughts wre made public to see You would know how much i cherish how dear you mean to me Just how you comfort me and the way you hold me near How our love is solid and it eases our fears The glow in your beaytiful eyes, your smile,your gentle touch Are many reasons i love you so much Knowing we can talk to each other about any and everything Together we will get through whatever life may bring I could search the world over This i know is true to me Iwould never find another love like the love i've found in you With each sunrise and sunset we never know what's in store ther's certainly one thing i know for sure each and everyday i love you more and more So if you could scan inside my head If thoughts were public to see You would know how blessed i feel to have you here next to me.
Let me count to ways I love you WLM 4/13/2011 1, The awesome beauty of your sweet voice when you speak 2. The fact that you are so beautiful to mine eyes 3. That you accept me for all of my faults and medical problems 4. That our lives together will be content, happy, and wonderful 5. The beauty of your eyes and the smile upon your face 6. Your luscious lips which I kiss as often as possible 7. The fact that we will always be as one entity 8. That we can lie in bed and talk for hours on end 9. That when we make love, it is always as if the first time each time 10. That I can change for my sweetheart and wife when needed
Do you think your okay? do you have a need unknown to even you? does the world close in on you and do you feel like it's falling all around you? I mustn't let you see me cry for you, I must turn away so you wont hear my tear drops fall, or see the pain in my eyes and feel the ache in my heart. You've heard all the stories that are told everyday, all the make believe and fantasies, everything you want to hear but not what you must. God forbid that I should think thier was something I could do to block you from this cold, cruel hearted world. I used to think I was self sufficient and I could make a difference in someone's life; but I destroyed my own. The greatest love story ever told or ever known to man, is that Christ Jesus loves eternally. He became as unto man, yet without sin, He grew up in this world and walked among men. Served His father above while serving men below, performed the greatest service. He died for His! He gave His life for me that I might live, and rose justified that I am bound in His eternity. The lost He came to save and secure in Himself forever and ever and ever, a salvation unbound by self and sin. He bore my blame and suffered just for me! Did He for you? I wont' make it easy for you, I won't tell you everythings okay, I won't lie to you, I won't tell you what you want to hear but only what you must. I'm busting out of silence, God's grace is strongest, instead of taking I am giving and if it breaks your heart, I only pray God mends it because I can't. When God touches you, I know you won't run, turn or walk away, you won't be able too! You won't pretend that everything's okay or that you have no need at all. God will be all you need, His love will keep you strong, In Him you will abide and will have eternal rest. A meaning to your life, and all because of Him... Before almighty God, my saviour first of all, I am bowed and praying for thee; for without Him you will not live! In Christ alone, Mercy Vessel (c) Rosemarie Schrock sept. 26,2007
I met Jesus yesterday Didn't recognize His face There was no long hair or beard Just a woman who said Looks like you could use a helping hand I met Jesus yesterday Didn't know who He was There were no miracles of wine Just an old man Who shared his time I met Jesus yesterday Could have sworn I was all alone No crowds were gathered there Just a child who seemed to care Offered up his bike So I wouldn't have to walk alone I met Jesus yesterday Never even said a prayer There were no wounds on his hands Just the scars of many years Written all across his face As the broken man gave me hope I met Jesus yesterday With no sermons on the mount You were the only one I saw As you gave your love to me Promised there you'd always be I keep meeting Jesus Though I never see His face It's hard to understand How this Man I never see Keeps showing up Wherever there is love A helping hand, shared time An offer not to walk alone A caring heart Or whatever I may need It just seems I always say.... I met Jesus yesterday
Iam so in love Iam so in hate Ijust can't comprehend it You get me so high You get me so low Ican't show what i'm feeling Never was the type To let someone like you Get under my skin Tried like hell To love you more Is that a sin.
THO YOU WALK AND TALK and feel free well you see don't cross the street againts the car who beep DON'T HINK TWICE WATCH THE LIGHTS
He came and found me When I had given up He came and found me When I needed Him the most He rekindled my belief He found my discarded faith Brought my mistakes to light There were so many Yet He still loved me He never gave up on me He held my hand Showed me the way Showered me in His love One dreary day Jesus came and found me He saved me When no one else could Or would
Every New Step I Take You drag me back,I don't want to go back to were you say you love me and that we'll be together forever.I never like the way you keep repeating how you loved me , now i see that your only loves was the games you played.Should have know that everything would fall but i couldn't help but move forward and making every mistake I'm learning but learning slow.You should drag me back into your world or else it will back fire.every step is irreplaceable and bow I see why you felt lonely.No not this time I'm going to go forward you won't break me and i will strive I'm tired of this game like the game of cat and mice.You won't understand you won't know how it feels to be dragged down after reaching a new step.With ever step I would take you would have dragged me down but not this time I on this one
The gates of hell have been violently open. The world begins to rumble and scatter in fear. Earth's volcanoes spew magma and ash from its core. The clouds quickly gather as the thunder and lightning signal the wrath to come. Earth's crust opens its mouth ready to swallow cities and nation's whole. Suddenly a white and peaceful light emerges from the horizon. This elegant and stunning figure seems not all frightened by all the chaos. She gingerly kisses and hugs the tormented man. All of this madness was inside the man's mind. The stress and pressure of life almost got to the man. Drugs and alcohol never gave him relief but all it took was a woman's touch.
What are you doing running all over town, making plans and rushing around? You're always watching your weight, cutting down on fat. Oh, I need my spirit lifted today, I must buy a new hat. The night is nearly over. A new dawn is about break. Be aware! The Lord is coming! Get ready stay awake! Don't waste another minute. Don't squander precious time. Your salvation is nigh upon you. Death's sting to life sublime. So set your mind on what is coming. All else is going to pass. It's how you served and how you loved, that will forever last. Cause the night is nearly over. A new dawn is about to break. Be aware the Lord is coming! Get ready! Stay Awake! Milton L. Delgado May 12, 2004
RECIPROCITY… That you in your perpetual slime should question my rebuke: to err is human; to forgive is divine. The Golden Rule I embrace; Forgive me while I revenge my crucified race. And when all is done and the stale ashes cooling, remember I learned it all from your missionary schooling. So if I were you and you were me and I did to you what you've done to me; Would that not be reciprocity? Thank God For keeping me: Me.
We come into Your house with humble hearts Worshiping with others we lift our voices With bended knee we pray As Your Spirit flows through the sanctuary A still small voice whispers in our ears Who will hear it? Who will respond? Quietly the voice tells us of Your love, Sadly though it reveals those that we have lost In our attempt to persevere in our walk, we miss the hurting Those hurting souls that came in seeking something In our efforts, we fall short, and neglected to relate Until quietly they slip away, empty, sad and lonely Forgive us Lord! Forgive us! Let us not be so self-absorbed in our own needs That we miss seeing the needs of others Let our hearts break, let our hands reach out To lift up the lost hurting soul Bringing love and comfort, more so leading them to You
Until the end, I fight I fight until the light is no more and the perilous night does begin & when my day is gone & future masked I climb my mountain with head hanging low Low for now, I killed and desecrated all held sacred Slain the last foe & as the day breaks again I gaze at fields of red fury Fury misunderstood all dead to understand Mountains ahead and behind, in this valley of Presence. Engulfed by injustice and punished In personal strife, I cry, not out but in I cry to hear inside, inside where I've tried to hide and defend on this field of red with no more to hide & more to hide from. I perch on this mountain I've made & expose myself to all, with none to tell I'm free, lost to live, lost to die Never to love, never to fly. Only wallow for It turns to night and shadows comfort me my friends Till the end
Spoken! Are we meant to walk a tight straight line, Wouldn't that be saying to walk like the blind. How will the hollow be treated in the end, The two edge sword is being used for family and friend. A crooked smile is hard to bend right, The strong is most needy when using their might. Unconscious wisdom spoken to bring down to the top, A cliff is extended in sight of the short stop. Wrongful delight can't teach a child confusion, But a picture made by evil hands gives a right way illusion. Falling short to the tall brings along a silent bed, Hot air in a head makes no stop air blown on hot makes stop while ahead. Carving your pumpkin with heart out of chest, To take a heart out of evil empty chest is best. Cut off your left if it hinders your right, Close your eyes to see dark to realize whose light! Ashley Hogan AH
Living today in the wake of yesterdays yesteryears, following the footsteps not walked for a while. Finding hope in the pages of time unwritten fearful that hope is all for nothing Offended by all of the offenders that crowd my sullen day All along the way I know in advance that the way I've lived most is the last way to live, knowing the way is hard to find when the days amount to nothing. Production slows as the motion becomes all to apparent, apparently just going through the motions.
SixtySeven CharlaXFabels The Mind Of GOD LOVE He became angry, and when he refused to enter the house, his father came out and pleaded with him. He said to his father in reply, 'Look, all these years I served you and not once did I disobey your orders; yet you never gave me even a young goat to feast on with my friends. But when your son returns who swallowed up your property with prostitutes, for him you slaughter the fattened calf.' He said to him, 'My son, you are here with me always; everything I have is yours. But now we must celebrate and rejoice, because your brother was dead and has come to life again; he was lost and has been found.'" the certainty of days is lost in aggravations and in misdirected thinking abilities are missed in dreaming and wishing colors were not true the sky is always blue in some peoples world the clouds don't move in true reality the clouds fly screaming across the sky to take kisses from mye eye to deliver them all to ewe from the kissing place its true oh ewe there is many of them there still hanging from my lipps to kiss the lipps of ewe. The moral of the story don't get thy dandruff up until the wind blows. WAIT. Bulliten: This is just inn hot off the iron. Love lasts forever and yes it forgives so iff ewe aer just lately starting to hate me lets nip it now in the bud and snip all the hate away and please keep the love thorns are okay when the rose is on vine but when picked all the thorns do is cry. Add mee quickly back unto thy eye am pleading for mye heart seems to be gone when ewe linger in the ether and do not even come just try to find forgiveness in your heart for me today. The concrete where eye tried to spend the nite was stiff to muscles used to better beds the dirt eye finally found in a corner of the church was fine and warmer out of wind the sadness that eye feel is never hate but only love not found and wasted time. The anger comes from being left alone. Eye would not change the way eye am eye would not want it any other way to love someone is to miss them when away. My time is spent in vain pursuits of happiness continuous searching for food and circuses the hour is almost upon the masses no more time to love. Please add me to your list of love as number one again mye friend and love the man that eye become is jealous of your love and time still searching for your heart and certain ewe aer there in mine and we aer both there inside the mind of god. LOVE.
FIFTYTHREE CharlaXFabels Differences Sheep and Goats is the way the BIBLE says it and ewe can knoe them by the fruit some men smoke and some men drink too much Some men eat too many candy. Poor men eat a lot of fish and some potatoes some men look for extra meat. Some men love to eat too much some men still don't get enough. When life is over comes the judgment of the GOD. Please say JESUS while there is still some time to ponder leave the habits far behind step on water walk some lines. One man kills his enemy while in fighting mode one man turns away and fights to live another day called a coward he is stone. Fighting men live the cowardice. Every time a red neck hurts another freak every time a fight has ended in complete harm to the survivor understand the reversal of our roles when you both are then transformed and standing at the throne of GOD eye plan to then endeavor to forgive you in the sight of a righteous plenteous GOD for eye am sinner born of woman and of blood. Saying Jesus has to be enough to save us for the Power is the Spirit and the name. Apostolic Teachings tell us we aer saved by our own faith. Say the name of Jesus then believe in GOD. Works are meant to be the good ones helping others giving aid. All the things a fighting man defames. Takers gamblers beggermen thiefs. Not goats but sheep in woolite clothing once eye wanted to attempt to fly like Superman and walk through the walls and once when eye was near a ditch eye went to JESUS in my Spirit and eye witnessed to a HomeOwner who could not accept the fact that eye did the impossible split for while eye was standing there on the side of the road and in my earthly body eye was also in my Spirit speaking in the living room and watching self outside yes lameba eye did split like Superman on one episode he was moving to save someone and even if the man eye met did not accept it was the attempt that was worth the try. While other men fight.
Fabel32 Fabel32 Man or Dove CharlaXFabels GOD is Jesus. A living GOD does not have to frustrate Him self with a man at all but he does what a GOD wants and no one can tell HIM anyway. He could have done a different planet and never made the man the ADAM. He could have been a DOVE and ruled the WORLD of DOVES nothing moving on the surface of the planet except food for DOVE. John 20:30-31 Jesus did many other miraculous signs in the presence of his disciples, which are not recorded in this book. But these are written that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that by believing you may have life in his name. The written word is given not so perfectly it seems the detractors of the Gospel will agree the BIBLE has been written by the men and not the DOVE. He does not complain of feathers colored wrong he does not jealously assume the plume of other birds he never drinks too much or eats too many seeds of grass he never wants a different colored shirt of blue upon his back he has feathers mostly gray and brown a DOVE is GOD in FORM of FLESH and LOVE. Today eye discovered a dove a thing of beauty made in love the GOD most certainly seems to me to be a creator capable of form. The feathers around the eye. The way the dove tried to see me from the side she turned her delicate head just like a lady in love. The feet seemed too large on her for dove but seemed like duck perhaps this dove was just malformed an egg in need of more attention in the nest but not the fault of GOD. On DOVE WORLD there is one tree where DOVE the GOD does live. She preens her feathers and she rules but yet she loves them. When a DOVE dies and falls from SKY she moves herself to see just where it lays and then SHE Cries a mournful sound in otherwise so pretty of a face she can raise it from the dead and send it into Heaven then to live and fly forever no more in need of world of food or anything. One day upon the Dove Earth the sky was filled with war the demon doves were killing all the poor. They called a halt in vain attempts at peace and then a most marvelous thing. The DOVE GOD she flew to high and spread her wings in a hurried dive she slammed into the ground at Supersonic speed and then she died and then she screamed eye am alive eye hold the keys the poor will soon come and live with me and then the SOUL of GOD the DOVE it flew to Heaven where it grew to be the JESUS GOD. He rules in love. A DOVE,MAN,GOD.
before you see red don't have a hard head its makes a soft bed do whats right live your life kethis in mind got listen SOMETIME
I have swallowed the poison... suffered through darkness. I have tasted the ashes, lived in utter lostness. I remember the pain when hitting bottom; desperate I dreaded, what I had become. To be punished for sin, how dare I complain! Is The Lord not my life from whence I came? I have entered The Light! My Soul has been taken. God proves to be Faithful, To The called He's awakened! Milton L. Delgado Inspired By The Book of Lamentations Chapter 3 October 20, 2006
its up to you and me too not be you see without understanding don't be so demanding not that your weak try to MAKE PEACE
get stablt should be able to hold hands and stand together make the world better to hate is wrong why can't we get alone
its more than a kiss tho its excist will be miss if not there and thats everywhere as to sip or dipor pop a whip remeber marrrige is a PARTER SHIP
Judgment Day has come!!! I stand before the Almighty Father! How will I be judged? Will I have tears of joy … or fall to my knees crying tears of terror? I stand shaking before the Thrown of God. The accuser, Satan, lays out all my faults and failures before The Almighty. Shame haunts me, as he cries out my sins, one after another. Feeling small and alone, my legs give out from weakness and I fall on my face in fear, as I see God sit quietly listening, as if in disgust. Just when I think the horrible things Satan reveals of my life seal my fate; Jesus stands up and orders Satan, "Be silent!" My heart leaps! My breath departs from me, until I hear Jesus' words. Jesus reminds God the Father, that it was for those very sins that He died. That it was for those sins His body was ripped and tortured and hung on a cross. I was forgiven when I accepted Him in my heart as my Lord and Savior. He became my covering for my sins and sickness. Tears flow, I shake uncontrollably as I hear God the Father say, 'This is true. When you received My Son as your Savior, you received salvation. His blood washed those and all sins away. I see a vessel white as snow'. As I watch, God throws my sins into the abyss, never to be seen or brought up again. I cry tears of joy as I sit at His feet. 'I have been saved from torment and separation from God', I rejoice loudly! 'Enter, my child', are the words He says, 'come to the table and feast. Dance and be merry for you are a child of the Almighty and there is no accuser to condemn you. Rejoice in the salvation of your Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ'. In my Father's House I see others rejoicing for they also have been saved by the blood of Christ. Beauty surrounds me; living waters flow freely for all to drink. There is no sadness, no fear, and no pain! Only joy, peace and the presence of Love live here. For we are with the author of Love. God is Love, He radiates love. There is laughter. I love to hear Jesus' laugh! It is so hardy and full of life. To be in the presence of my God and Lord Jesus Christ, to see their beauty and feel their eternal love covering me is my longing. I am home in my Father's house! Will this be your story? Or will yours have a sad ending? It is your choice. God's Word says , 'For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but have everlasting life'. John 3:16
To think of God as one who would give Himself, through His Son, to suffer so, for those who don't even know His name. For Him to love so ultimately that He waits…Waits for the day that even one person can see or do no more to help themselves, and they cry out … 'Oh, God!' He answers gently, 'Yes, My child?' What a fearful … no, horrifying thought, that what if God was not. My breath leaves me at that thought. For once you have known Him and that He is … to even imagine Him as not, is a horrifying thought! A nightmare! Oh, God! Hear your child! Hold your child for I have frightened myself beyond limits! Hold me, Jesus, hold me tight! Tell me Lord, how is it, that You love me? When my eyes are stayed on Thee, I have peace. When I have peace, I see clearly, all things look differently in Your light. When my eyes are stayed on Thee. As my eyes turn from Thee to focus on my troubles I am over whelmed in waves of turmoil and fear. Misery and depression are all I know. Then a slight glance and I once again see Thee. I fix my eyes on You and peace fills my being once again. Keep my eyes fixed on Thee, Oh Lord. In Your peace I rest and regenerate in strength. With all that is around me wanting to destroy me, I need Your peace and Your strength.
wake up for better stuff no will times be ruff don't fess be bold and don't fold there is always good good weather get in bring friends EXPRESS TRAIN TO HEAVEN
Eighteenth Fabel Eighteenth Fabel Praising Jesus CharlaXFabels Wondering uncertain from one day to the next working for survival never needing any rest building no foundation that has not already been prelaid but marching to my final curtain on the strength of HIS shed blood on the price of life HE paid. Rude self centered people all day long are teaching me a path not connected to my song the love inside of me is taken when they stride in perfect ignorance they glide on oily fingertips like some forgotten hide left in the center of a hunting camp with maggots all at work no one can use the hide for clothing no one can make it work. Suddenly remembered pain of death intended oh Jesus take me make me whole and well and keep them all away from me the naked and the dead they rise in misery to foster they beliefs upon a lame and morose figure a aged creature just as eye am beneath a clouded sky no moon is visible no sun but sonshines down on me today and life is hard and life is stirring in the clay. Devoid of Human life they are only interested in the personal perspective seeing nothing but the end of own nose and looking down it at others prose. Society of man is living in ignorance and darkness no hope but the grave atheists and deists marking time by taking up worthless spaces meant for others to occupy if you cannot do the work assigned to you get up and let someone else try the end is near oh GOD the end will come too soon for some of them. A half remembered song about the lyrics sung you cannot petition the LORD with Prayer? Yes eye can and hopefully it's there the Thorny Crown replaced with silver gold and brass or just the light that shines from Inside place of GOD? Not meant to ever resemble money not meant to be much more than love. He kept the life. He Loves. Jesus Lives. He Rules and as he Rules HE loves.
Christianity - 30+ CE Christianity started out as a breakaway sect of Judaism nearly 2000 years ago. Jesus, the son of the Virgin Mary and her husband Joseph, but conceived through the Holy Spirit, was born then. During his travels he was joined by twelve disciples who followed him in his journeys and learned from him. He performed many miracles during this time and related many of his teachings in the form of parables. Among his best known sayings are to "love thy neighbor" and "turn the other cheek." At one point he revealed that he was the Son of God sent to Earth to save humanity from our sins. This he did by being crucified on the cross for his teachings. He then rose from the dead and appeared to his disciples and told them to go forth and spread his message. In the multitude there is only individuals and so this reasoning is flawed there can be a great difference between the various forms of Christianity they may seem like different religions to some persons of note this poem is varied this poet is in love the woman of desire may decide to read this written note to see how much eye rally love her to understand my love.
Father God, let my words Forever be guarded By Your Holy Spirit Keep me from saying Anything hurtful to another Silence my tongue Let peace flow throughout Your church family My church family I love them all And wish no harm To them or their spirit Pour Your healing balm Over wounds that now may be That they would heal Strengthen our hearts To You and Your love That we grow close in love For we are Your children The heirs, the brothers and sisters Of Christ Jesus Draw us nigh one to another That we seek not to destroy But to lift up one another Forgive me, Lord Jesus For things I have said Things I have done or not done That have caused another To hurt or stray from Your truth From Your love
Straining to swallow the remedy, Thick like blood with the stinch Of gall mingled with death And the after taste of pleasure- None running out the corners Of his mouth- the Physician drank The bitter cup, enduring the sting And curdled abominations stirred With grievous residue at the bottom Of the cup, and became tannic acid On the Tree for the sick in the world.

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Ashmore, P.J., Cook, G.T., and Harkness, D.D. (2000) A radiocarbon database for Scottish archaeological samples. Radiocarbon, 42(1). pp. 41-48.
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For the majority of dating laboratories and their respective user communities, the journal Radiocarbon is no longer regarded as the medium for primary publication of radiocarbon measurements. In compliance with editorial policy, the emphasis has long since moved towards the publication of research papers on technological enhancements and applications of C-14 as well as other cosmogenic isotopes and this has left a requirement for an alternative medium for the publication of date lists per se.
In the late 1980s, an International Radiocarbon Data Base was proposed by Renee Kra (then the managing editor) but limitations in computer and communications technologies together with the inevitable financial implications meant that this timely concept could not be taken to completion. In the last year, we have taken advantage of the development of the worldwide web to compile a database of C-14 age measurements of a Scottish archaeological nature which can be found at the web address
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Authors: | Ashmore, P.J., Cook, G.T., and Harkness, D.D. |
Subjects: | Q Science > QE Geology C Auxiliary Sciences of History > CC Archaeology |
College/School: | College of Science and Engineering > Scottish Universities Environmental Research Centre |
Journal Name: | Radiocarbon |
Publisher: | University of Arizona |
Copyright Holders: | © 2000 by the Arizona Board of Regents on behalf of the University of Arizona |
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