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Love
Written by Ryan Mascarenhas
I walk on the path, the one picked at birth,
By choices so wrong, I now stamp on this earth,
Yielding heavy burdens, and dragging many chains,
Crossing many lands, while my soul maintains
I should die of thirst, I should die of strain,
I should die of hunger, I should die of pain,
But not once am I alone, not once do I fall,
I stand strong on my feet, never to sprawl
Why do I survive, why can I walk,
Are my burdens supported, by those that do talk,
Of happiness with mirth, and of joy blessed with wit,
Always assuring, I am never desolate?
Indeed, that is it! Indeed there is love!
What could explain, the sound of the Dove,
That flaps its wings, and passes from Heaven,
And blesses the Earth, with dew drops that leaven
For I am never alone, I am never below,
I am always surrounded, by those that do sow,
The Love and the happiness, that keeps man alive,
The factors of life, many journey and strive
Love so great! Love so kind!
Love that is, impossible to find!
Who do I thank, who do I praise?
Who
has blessed me, with the Sun's rays?
For it was the Dove, that traveled to Heaven,
The Holy Spirit of God, that sent out to leaven,
The hearts of the world, so the world could be new,
abundant with joys, thats why it flew
It flew from the Father, that is seated in Glory,
With the Sun and the stars, and the ultimate story,
Of Love and of Sacrifice, of forgiveness and loss,
and of Faith and of Hope, that came through a Cross
For through Love he had died, on
the tree with the nails,
That declared Him King,
and mocked him with hails,
And had flogged and
had crushed, and had broken His bones,
And left
him to die, with the grass and stones,
But
with Love, He forgave us, with love He guided,
Jesus
our Saviour, the one who divided,
The good from
the evil, the right from the wrong,
The blessing
from bane, the weak from the strong
And with Glory they sit, on thrones in the sky,
Showing us that love, is always so nigh,
For the sky is above us, and not out of view,
It is always around us, and that is so true
Love, so powerful, a gift from above,
That passed from Heaven, with the wings of the Dove,
That came down with Angels, and choirs so great,
Unmatched are their sounds, against protests that hate
My burdens
are gone, my chains are unshackled,
I will follow
the rule, even if tackled,
For I have been blessed,
as low as I am,
with Love so joyous, from the
great Lamb
Love so great, love at its height,
Defeats all known enemies, knowing it is right,
Never to drown, in the pain and in sorrow,
For redemption and salvation, is for us tomorrow.
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JESUS- The Lover Of my Soul
How will I ever
tell the beauty of the lover of my soul
Who had loved
me with a true everlasting love and made me whole
I just keep
admiring His dazzling sweet round face
A face full
of affection, compassion and grace
The beauty of
His jet black curly hair
Really I have
seen no where a person so fair
His caring eyes
and His majestic walks
When sadness
strikes how He talks
While my heart
was stinking full of sin
And was filled with bitterness and no peace within
I saw a great
dazzling light which was just covering someone like a veil
I lifted it
up and could not bear to see my beloved nailed
The face of
beauty I once saw was gone
It was just
filled with only sorrow and mourn
He opened His
eyes and looked at me and what it meant I knew
He just smiled
and said ‘See how much I love you’
I looked at
the stretched out arms and pierced legs
I could see
the wounded heart and bleeding head
I was very much
pained at heart and tears just fled
Then I fell
down at His divine feet
And something
filled me a peace so sweet
My burdens seemed
to vanish and my weakness and sins just flew
Just then I
felt a hand around me and I looked up to see it was who
Happiness and
joy flooded in me when I saw my love and He said
‘Oh my
love it was all for you’
Written By:
Mrs. Rosey Soben Victoria
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ONLY THE DEEP QUIET OCEAN
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Standing here all alone nothing around me ,
only the deep quiet ocean...
I hear a voice. ..
i look around but
no one is around me
i ask myself :
is it the voice of the waves
or is it the voice of my imagination?
no, it's
whispering
more and more into my ears
i can't understand only the last three words
...suddenly i am not alone,
i
can feel you next to me,
i try to touch you,|
you are not here
but the voice the voice is still whisperingand i can
feel you not
with your body but
with your spirit
which is surrounding me
from all around
not letting me feel
alone
by whispering the words: i love you
REGARDS
Mrs.DINA NISHANTH KATTAR
An Easter Poem
I love Easter I do, I do
The eggs, the Chocolate the Easter hunt too!
But to me it's not the eggs, nor the chocolate,
Its a time of giving
Easter is a time to remember
Easter is a time to thank
Easter is a time to come together
as a family & remember the man who
gave his life to save us all.
That is the true meaning of Easter
By Vanessa Kattar
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| Written By Jennifer Kattar |
Mr. Uncertain
On my way up the steep mountain
I happened to meet Mr. Uncertain
I know he’s been following me throughout
Sometimes confronting me with doubt
My journey, at first was a sure thing
Carrying me forward and faster in full swing
The few little steps I took with support
Strengthened in me the spirit of sport
Half way through the trip
My memory did unzip
A long and complex way ahead
Gathering strength, I tread
This is when I met the Mister
He sure caused me a fever blister
All of a sudden, I lost my grip
I felt adrift like an abandoned ship
The Mister is right behind my back
Waiting to blow a surprise attack
I know not my destination
Critical is my situation
My walk has slowed, but I proceed
I stay focused, by thought, word and deed
I cannot return to the foothills Everything
happens as God wills
The Fall Fall
Yellow, Orange, Brown, Green
Everywhere to be seen
Flying in clusters in the air
Knowing it is their annual affair
Few jump into the water to be carried away
Some give up; fall to the ground to decay
Some keep clinging to their support
While some tear apart as a last resort
A few kill themselves by falling under the wheels
While some crush themselves under the heels
This attempt in vain to perish
Comes after the colorful display to cherish
Having lived the best
They decide to rest
This is my story that evolves
Around the colorful Autumn leaves
Come
by me
Come by me, hold my hand
I need to take a stand
In this promised native land
I am often left offhand
When will I see the colors of the rainbow?
And be elated from head to toe
Can I close my eyes to the bright light?
And walk about myself in much delight
Apart from this one color I see
Any hope I cannot foresee
I am being hurled and twirled
Imprisoned in this dark world
A light at the end of the tunnel
I hear people wish well
But will I ever see that light
Hope keeps me alive and upright
Swollen and swelling with Pride
She fell down, down the stairs
Running to answer her baby’s affairs
Before she could realize what happened
There she was hurt and unshapened
Wriggling pain all over
She was in a fit of fever
A swelling here and a swelling there
Broken bones needed repair
White bandage around the right hand
The left leg had a large white band
There she lay resting on her bed
Visiting people tear did shed
Gifts and cards all around
Fruits and cakes did abound
She was happy and never did lament
Because in a moment she was prominent
Utmost care and attention to detail
Above all relaxation to prevail
Rest, rest and more rest
She thought she was blest
Pride taking over the pain
She was really enjoying the gain
As though her fame spread far and wide
She was swollen and swelling with pride
Disability
D renched in the summer rain
I n the middle
of the garden green
S winging and singing to my heart's content
A n indefinable tune playing in and out
of my mind
B reath taking moments, bubbling laughter
I knew not the time, nor the day
L
ong enough was my dream, my wheelchair hit a curb
I t was an incredible dream
T hanks to my
Wonderful Creator
Y es, Disability is in my body, not in my mind.
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