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Poerty and prose

  1. Hate 2.

    Hate 2.

    They want to nail me to a cross How savage are these lot My own people who hate me a lot They want to take me away from my earthly family whom I love a lot One Angel could come and wipe out these lot There nailing me to the cross Im just a disciple following Jesus to the cross.

    John 14. Alan.
    Tags: hate 2.
    Encouragement , Poetry
  2. Drink to the King.

    Drink to the King.

    Drink to the King.

    Drink is a terrible thing if youre not careful it will become your King Ring your children slur your voice its your thing Your insides begin to rot your liver will pickle a lot Cause your loved ones to worry a lot In the gutter you will slot Your pockets your King will sting as your head no longer thinks a lot Where have your loved ones gone your King didnt think of them a lot Call out to Jesus he really does love ...

    Updated Aug 2nd 2013 at 05:26 AM by Amencorner

    Encouragement , Poetry , Family , Society , Personal
  3. Our Kitty Cats

    Our Kitty Cats

    We prayed for our own kitty cat
    And God blessed us with two
    Who love it when we hug and pat
    And carry them 'round too.

    Born on a farm in Paraguay
    Then dropped off at a mall;
    We noticed them when we walked by -
    They looked so scared and small.

    Three weeks have passed since we came home
    With our two kitty cats
    And since then they have blossomed; grown
    And look much less like rats.

    Updated Dec 19th 2012 at 12:03 AM by paidforinfull

  4. Lean On Me

    Lean On Me
    When I was yet a tiny fir tree
    Shallow-rooted, supple, thin;
    Another young tree grew beside me
    And I thought it rude of him.

    I needed space; refused to share -
    Why couldn't he just go away?
    About his needs I did not care,
    But always wanted my own way.

    Then one fateful day at dawn
    As dew drops sparkled on my leaves,
  5. I Like the Night

    I Like the Night

    I love to stand in my garden at night
    When everything's lit by the moon's soft light;
    Listening to the rustling leaves
    Whilst flowers sway in the midnight breeze,
    And there above me - way up high
    I see the bejeweled velvet-clad sky:
    God's Creation at peace and at rest -
    Oh yes, I do like the night time best.

    2012 by Belinda van Rensburg