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Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.
In the darkest of times i feel i have felt your breath,
Whisper in my ear, as a lantern in the dark within me.

Im sure it was you who helped me stand each time i fell,
I felt your grip upon my shoulders lift me up countless times again.
At times i even stumbled in my faith but you reminded me with a glimpse of Hell,
You mopped my brow throughout lifes weary trying times akin to countless droplets of the rain.

When my strength and eager ounce of faith were tested,
It took me many years to spot the signs and wisdom taught.
In darker peril with soul and lesser mortal body staked and bested,
A noble sign or even angel would appear upon my humble path or court.

You have shown me bitter yet sweeter even knowledge only meant for end of days,
I have encountered, witnessed demons play and satans legions.
Are you preparing me for some other unworldly task? must i change my heathen ways,
To unbind and unshackle my costly vice and burdens prior carried throughout these vast unchartered regions.

I now begin to comprehend and understand the fortitude of your wisdom,
Taking root inside me and growing like a glowing ember in the dark.
To prepare my unworthy soul and being for when i gladly sit beside you in your kingdom,
At leave of day in night is it your distant pius holy voice i hark?.

For many years i wondered if i walked between these untrodden astral paths alone,
But looking back i now realise how foolish i could be.
Because it was you dear lord who always guided and walked me home,
As there were two sets of footprints side be side, or even one set when you surely carried me.
i have certainly been on my *** at certain times in my life, but i have stuck my head through rock bottom and clambered out the other side with help from my Lord Jesus Christ and almighty God, Amen.
Wrap Your arms around me.
Sing Your sweetest song into my heart.
Plant seeds of Faith and Hope in me,
Illuminating me entirely in Love
As You burn away my broken ways.

If I could find the Words to fit Your worth,
They would build the universe
To show the world Your glistening Heart.

You’ve cracked open every part
Of my hardened heart
And fed me drops of Divinity.
I grow around Your gravity.
I live in You eternally.

Shining colours into every dancing life
With music only heard by Your Divine Light.

Flood me in Your Love in Wisdom’s Womb.
Teach me to celebrate Your splendour
With True passion and praises
Worthy of Your Name.
Jesus! 🙌🏼
Heavenly Harvest
Steve Page Apr 24
And by this they will know you are my disciples
That you love one another.
By this, they will know you are my children
That you love me,
heart, soul, mind, and strength.
By this, they will know you are my body
That you are bruised, hurting and *****
because you have been out on the streets,
loving every neighbour as yourself.
Adapting words from the gospels and from Pope Francis in Evangelii Gaudium (or "The Joy of the Gospel").  The document was effectively a mission statement for “a Church which is bruised, hurting and ***** because it has been out on the streets”.
Yes, indeed we have a new Pope.
I wonder, however, if we have a new hope.
As a matter of facts, we have two popes:
One is active and the other is passive,
Which means that one is inactive,
The latter was a hell of a man who shocked: folks,
Foes, rivals, parishioners and cardinals,
By resigning his post,
By becoming a different host.
He is still a holy man, in accordance to the latest polls,
A courageous priest, who reminds us,
That man is immortal and fallible.

Pope Benedict is enjoying his golden hiatus,
His retirement in a humanely divine castle.
I don't know much about the new one.
I can only hope that he is someone,
Who's at least similar or equal,
To the former, who was wise and simple.
May God bless his soul,
‘Cause he was able to realize
That he was becoming unable
To lead effectively, and to prioritize.
As a matter of facts, habemus duo popes,
Yes, indeed, habemus duo pontifices.

Hebert Logerie Sunday, March 17, 2013
Ash Apr 20
when he was on the cross
satan thought he won
when he said it was finished
the disciples thought their chance was gone
when he was put in the tomb
the pharisees still didnt think it was over
when he was in the tomb
he was poroclaiming his victory over death
when he arose
satan knew he lost
i love our lord
Because Jesus lived I …
Am forgiven
Have hope
Can face tomorrow
Am made new
Can love freely
Have peace in my heart
Am not afraid
Can trust god’s plan
Am alive in Christ
Have a future
Am set free
Have strength to carry on
Know I am loved
Am a child of god
Have a purpose
Can forgive others
Am no longer defined by my past
Belong
Can rejoice
Can walk in freedom
Am healed
Can live without shame
Can face my fears
Can live with joy
Am being transformed
I didn’t come up with these words for this poem they were given out at my church I thought it was beautiful an I made into a poem
The holy cross
One arm is called
Good Friday the
Other arm is called
Sunday Resurrection.
The Jewish Council at the time requested
Lord Jesus Christ to be crucified.
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