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How am I to know it is true, when you say you have not a thing to offer; because you are weak empty and lost? How am I to know it is true when it is not? Don’t you know the smallest star has its light? How am I to know it is true when …
Fiery swords, have cut you through. Your whole being, has been ripped apart Mighty forces fight for your soul But as if with nine lives, you have survived again and again. Because you were meant to live To live and be free of stinging bees and malady; So you rise to be a towering tree …
The twisted thorns were on his head; Pints of red blood were oozing out. You could hear him groan as the whips’ thongs coiled and lacerated his frail, suffering body Broken, He’d falter and fall and kneel and rise again as He dragged the wooden cross; laden with the people’s sins But they jeered on, …
Your words, they bore through my heart Your deeds, they shred the remains Always, you do this. But I won’t let go of you That's why I came. No, I won’t give up. Not on you. It's why I went to Calvary. See Also Outstretched Arms Let Me Stay With You What Moves Me Fight …
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Time Always Spares no one All the wanted Space See Also Your Only Wish You Need People No is Also a Response The Last Order Maybe I'll Be Famous Ogaga Eruteya is a Nigerian Christian minister, writer and speaker. He writes on Faith, Personal Development, Youth Development, and Life Realities. With his words, he seeks to inspire, motivate, propagate …
In a place, where good is bad where iniquity saturates Let me stay with you As times are changing and souls are fainting Let me stay with you In the dark, where hearts resign and knees stumble Let me see your light and stay with you O righteous One See Also What I Will Chase …
The ten, He wrote How about that on the wall? For a memorial, write this Write these words, in a book; on the doorposts Let him write himself, a copy Write, write because writing has His heart Or maybe He just loves writers. Get your FREE copy of my inspirational poetry chapbook, When I Became a …
I'm on my way Cars are racing pastsome leave unwanted specklesbut I’ll keep goingEach stride takes me closer The cloudburst is drenchingCold arrows pierce my bones;Sometimes it’s the wrath of the sunthat sears all overBut I’ll keep going My limbs are achingThey've been dashedagainst innumerable pebbles,along this curvy wayBut I’ll keep going And I'll keep …
Sometimes,your only wishis not some extra bucks,some sumptuous mealor a day in Barbados Sometimes,your only wishis that twenty-four hoursbecomes twenty-five Maybe some fellowswould lend you from theirsOr a time-doublerwould come to your aidOr the good Lordwill alter the seasons But each time,your wish returns unansweredBecause it was not meant to be We were madeto live …
