Mostly Me Poetry
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Liar, liar, liar, your soul is on fire.
For eternity you burn in hell.
God and I just think that's swell.
Never to live on, on the earth.
You never experienced Christ's rebirth.
Never asked for forgiveness of sin,
You never even asked Jesus in.
So now you're there to burn in Hell.
To go to heaven would have been swell!
PSALM 23
You are my shepherd,
for I shall not want.
In pastures green You lead me down to lie,
the quiet waters by.
My soul You restore again,
and me to walk You do make,
in the paths of righteousness,
for Your name's sake.
Yes, though I walk through death's dark vale,
Yet, I fear no ill;
for You are with me;
Your rod and staff comfort me still.
My table You have furnished,
in the presence of my foes.
You anoint my head with oil,
my cup overflows.
Goodness and mercy shall surely,
all of my life follow me;
and in Your house forevermore shall I be.
A woman feels love as a man does not.
In him a flame.
To her a whisper.
It comes to her step by step;
tenderness brings it by.
Gentleness keeps it so.
Like a dove it touches in,
to settle forever,
in her heart.
My Master was so very poor,
A manger was his resting place;
So very rich my Master was
Kings came from far
To gain his grace.
My Master was so very poor,
And with the poor he broke the bread;
So very rich my Master was
That multitudes
By him were fed.
My Master was so very poor
They nailed him naked to a cross;
So very rich my Master was
He gave his all
And knew no loss.
--Harry Lee (1874-1942) To God
PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP
His eyes spoke words of love to me,
but were they real?
Mine to him.
A real hug in front of people,
afraid to hug me by myself?
Later I told him how I felt.
Each eternally married with children.
We love each other from afar.
I know he admired me. He said so.
THE LITTLE LADY WHO GOT HER WAY
Once there was a little lady,
who always needed some rest,
She always had her fun on payday,
and on Sunday she got blest.
She always had what she needed,
she always had some angles,
she always got what she pleaded,
and she always wore bangles.
LINDA
She seems to say,"Don't grieve for me,
loved ones there below,
such happiness to be with Him,
my heart is so aglow!
Of happiness, joy complete,
In perfect health am I,
those sicknesses that came to me,
now just pass me by.
No more can I be hurt today,
No more can Satan harm me.
Here with Jesus I'm secure,
Lucifer can't disarm me.
Be faithful you down there below,
united soon we'll be.
He'll come to you so very soon.
His face you too shall see!
The joy we'll feel when round the Throne,
all pain and sorrow past.
In His Presence forever here,
together and safe at last."
A lone child was born,
in a stable on Christmas morn.
Three prudent men and the shepherds came.
A Babe whom only king herod could scorn.
Those people extended His fame.
When the supremacy heard this he felt very forlorn.
He wanted them to spread his name.
The kings men searched until well-worn.
Searching for Christs radiant face
from the king his men were torn.
For searching for Christ they had kept their pace.
Herod had all killed off under age three,(not correct but it rhymes)
missing Jesus in his hate for He.
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