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  • oo thnx for that ron its soo nice

    more peoples
    GBU all
    FROG
  • This isnt a poem either......but its a real nice prayer :-\

    [center]A Frank Prayer

    Lord I want You; I desire You but something within me hinders me and keeps me away from You. I Walk in Your way but I do not complete my journey because of my weakness, the fights against me, the obstacles in my way, external factors, old sins…I walk with You a while and do not continue…I begin to pray and find that there is no depth in it so I leave You and my dialogue with you is cut short…but I want You yet at times I do not walk toward You correctly…my HABITS destroy me…my LUKEWARMNESS destroys me…my LAZINESS defeats me…my THOUGHTS destroy me. I always need a power external to me to push me toward You. You are my power and it is You who draw me behind You and so I will run after you…Make haste to help me. If your grace was only for the saints, then I do not have a chance. Strengthn me O Lord, O You who love all, even the sinners of whom I am chief.[/center]
  • here's one of ma favourite poems..jus caz it makes ya think

    Practice What You Preach
    You can know all the scriptures,
    Have all the bibles you can reach,
    But when push comes to shove
    Do you practice what you preach?

    Anyone can go to church
    And collapse on the floor,
    But when Judgment Day comes
    Will you be at Heaven's door?

    You can have the biggest of fits
    And say the Holy Spirit passed through,
    But is that really reflected
    In the things you do?

    You can yell far and wide
    Proclaiming your love for Christ,
    But what have you given him
    When for you He gave his life?

    You can lecture others
    About the wrong things they do,
    But before you look at others
    You need to look at you.

    You can damn all the sinners
    Tell them they're headed south,
    But what have you done lately
    Besides run your mouth?

    You can call yourself a Christian
    Spend all your days at church,
    But while you are praising His name,
    Have you been doing the Lord's work?

    You can boast of good deeds
    To show us the spirit is within
    But why show it to us?
    You should show it to Him!

    You can memorize the bible
    Know it from front to back,
    But you don't use it to regulate others,
    Regulate how you act!

    Take a good look at yourself
    Not at what others do,
    Because when He comes to get his children…
    Will He be coming for you too?
  • ;) ;D :) ;) :D hay guys
    thnx lotz coptic4life they were gr8 any1 else

    i luv use all and GBU ALL PPLZ :) ;) :D ;D :-*
    pray 4 me plz
    FROG

    +in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths. :) ;) :D :-*+
  • awww... well m glad u liked em Fully Rely on God...i hope you all like this one too:

    [center]With arms wide open

    With arms wide open I stood up to pray
    Asking for help and to not fall astray
    Watching for the devil and his evil way
    Asking for goodness and a pure hart where the devil can’t stay
    Asking for forgiveness for the sins of today

    With eyes wide open I read the bible
    Glorifying my God becoming a disciple
    Reading it made me realize and understand
    My faith my knowledge and where I stand
    I wish my relationship with God can expand
    I want to be close to him and hold His hand

    With a heart wide open I took communion
    Asking Christ for forgiveness and reunion
    Recognizing that God has suffered and died for me
    In result of my sins He paid the fee
    With his blood, from sin, I was set free
    Also from the sin of Adam and the apple tree
    [/center]
  • :) ;) :D ;D :o :o :o hay coptic4life
    omg aaaaaawwwwwww that was so so so nice omg that was bootiful whered ya get it from? now im gonna share it wit every1 i no lol thats soo cool thanx man u made ma day :-*

    Luv yas all
    rabena ma3akom :) ;) :D ;D :-* :-*
    FROG
  • aww thx QT... ;) m glad you liked it... My friend rapped it at a Youth Convention Talent show... it got everyone sooo HYPED UP...yalla gurl rabena ma3aki..salaamz!
  • great poems copt4life! really enjoyed.. ;D and omw ron that story almost made me cry.. :'( :'( lol
  • i thought i would share this with u all
    Jesus the Lord Our God
    O so very strong Full of glory beauty and might I try to pray to you every night asking you too have mercy upon me and to bless me and my family asking to bless this country and my church I will always search for you o God whenever the devil is trying to tempt me or take me away from thee for you O lord can protect me for you are O so very strong Full of glory beauty and might and will never be wrong in what you choose for me
  • HEY DUDES
    ok after my sunday scool teacher read me this story i was like shaking - hear it goes;

    HELL IS REAL


    i went into my classroom
    ready for another year at school
    i didnt want the work
    just wanted to hang and be cool


    i had on new clothes
    new sneaks on my feat
    iwas there for class on time
    went to the back and took my seat


    yeah im moving uo
    im already grown
    soon il be graduating
    and out on my own


    i talked to some of my friends
    were all having fun
    said some things i shouldnt have said
    did some stuff i shouldnt have done


    i knew i was different
    i felt god touch my heart
    i knew i should set a standard
    but then id be set apart


    walking to the bus
    i was not looking strenght
    i heard the car tires screeching
    but now its too late


    im standing in this room
    and i can see the heavenly gate
    oh no! i never prayed
    i thought i had time to get it straight


    an angel walked to me
    he had a book in his hand
    i knew it was the book of life
    when will this dream end?


    i told him my name and he began to look
    then he looked at me sadly and said
    your name is not in this book


    angel, this is a dream
    no i cant be dead
    he closed the book and turned away
    he whispered - you couldnt procced ahead


    no, no this cant be realangel, you cant turn me away
    let me talk to god
    maybe he'll let me stay


    he led me to the gate
    jesus came to me
    he did not let me in but said
    beloved what is your need?


    jesus, i cried, please
    dont cast me away from you
    tears ran down his face as he said
    you knew what you needed to do


    lord, please im young
    i never thought i would die
    i thought i had plenty of time
    death caught me by surprise


    lord, i went to church
    please jesus i believe
    he said you would not accept me
    my love you would not recieve


    lord, there were too many hypocrites
    they wernt beng true
    he took a step back and asked
    what does this have to do with you?


    lord my family claimed to be saved
    they wernt real you know.
    he said i died for you
    now i have to go


    i fell to my kneew crying to him
    lord, i plan to be real tomorrow
    i coulnt make him understand
    i had never felt such sorrow


    then it hit me hard, i said
    lord where will i go?
    he looked into my eyes and said
    my child you already know


    please jesus, i begged
    the place is so hot
    it seemed to trouble and grieve him
    he whispered, depart from me - now i know you not


    lord your supposed to be love
    how can you send me to damnation?
    he replied, with your mouth you said you loved me
    but each day you rejected my salvation


    with that in an instant
    day turned into night
    i never knew such torture could be
    now too late, i know the bible is right


    if i can tell you anything
    hell has no age
    its a place of torture
    seperated from God and full of rage


    you know i thought it was funny- a joke
    but this one thing is true
    if you nver accept Jesus Christ
    HELL IS WAITING FOR YOU!!!

    god bless you please pray for me
    bye
  • Jesus walks among us everywhere we go
    Jesus walks amoung us even if we don't know
    Jesus walks amoung us when we're on the streets
    Jesus walks amoung us when we might be getting beat
    Jesus Walks amoung us when in Communion
    Jesus walks amoung us when we are in union
    so don't forget to pray
    or u shall have to pay!

    (i know its kinda corney..I made it up with my Friends Sindy and Laura a while back..lol ;D i'm kinda proud of it!)
  • omw yeah i remember that silvia(confusedsoul) ;D lol
  • thought i would share this with u all
    Jesus the Lord Our God
    O so very strong Full of glory beauty and might I try to pray to you every night asking you too have mercy upon me and to bless me and my family asking to bless this country and my church I will always search for you o God whenever the devil is trying to tempt me or take me away from thee for you O lord can protect me for you are O so very strong Full of glory beauty and might and will never be wrong in what you choose for me

    Very nice! Is this your own work? :)



    i know its kinda corney..I made it up with my Friends Sindy and Laura a while back..lol i'm kinda proud of it!)

    You guys did a nice job! Why dont you post some more of your poems? It's really good stuff.
    :)

    I enjoy reading all the poems and stories but wish people would post their own poems,their own work.That would be such a blessing!
  • :) ;) :D ;Dhay guys this is gr8 thanx for de stuff ppl hay mazza wat sunday skool teacha its not from Anba Abraam is it?? lol i doubt it anyway lol good on yas sylvia nd laura lol yer is ne1 not lyk nd makes good poems i cant lol keep shring guys God Bless Yas

    rabena ma3akom' :) ;) :D ;D :-*
    FROG
  • [quote author=jfranklin link=board=4;threadid=689;start=60#msg20508 date=1108234227]

    thought i would share this with u all
    Jesus the Lord Our God
    O so very strong Full of glory beauty and might I try to pray to you every night asking you too have mercy upon me and to bless me and my family asking to bless this country and my church I will always search for you o God whenever the devil is trying to tempt me or take me away from thee for you O lord can protect me for you are O so very strong Full of glory beauty and might and will never be wrong in what you choose for me

    Very nice! Is this your own work? :)
    Jfranklin
    yess it is my own work i made it for skool :) i hope u liked it
  • wow u guys these are amazing!!!!
  • ok i posted this story on the "confessions" thread a couple of days ago...and people liked it, so im gonna post it again, so others can have the chance to read it
  • THE ROOM


    17 year old Brian Moore was asked to write something

    about Heaven in school. It was his best essay; it

    literally stunned his class. But sadly, it was also

    his last.


    He was killed in a car accident on May 27, 1997. His

    parents pinned this essay in the living room. "I think

    God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to

    find it and make something out of it, " Mrs. Moore

    said of the essay. She and her husband want to share

    their son's vision of life after death.


    "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know

    I'll see him.





    Brian's Essay: The Room...




    In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found

    myself in the room.

    There were no distinguishing features except for the

    one wall covered with small index card files. They

    were like the ones in libraries that list titles by

    author or subject in alphabetical order. But these

    files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and

    seemingly endless in either direction, had very

    different headings. As I drew near the wall of files,

    the first to catch my attention was one that read

    "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping

    through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to

    realize that I recognized the names written on each

    one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where

    I was.



    This lifeless room with its small files was a crude

    catalog system for my life. Here were written the

    actions of my every moment, big and small, in a

    detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and

    curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I

    began randomly opening files and exploring their

    content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a

    sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look

    over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.




    A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends

    I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane

    to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I

    Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have

    Laughed at." Some were almost hilarious in their

    exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers."

    Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My

    Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My

    Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the

    contents.



    Often there were many more cards than I expected.

    Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the

    sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be

    possible that I had the time in my years to fill each

    of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each

    card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own

    handwriting. Each signed with my signature.



    When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have

    watched", I realized the files grew to contain their

    contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet

    after two or th ree yards, I hadn't found the end of

    the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the

    quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that

    file represented.



    When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I

    felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file

    out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and

    drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.

    I felt sick to think that such a moment had been

    recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One

    thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these

    cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to

    destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out.

    Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn

    the cards. But as I took it at one end and began

    pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a

    single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card,

    only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to

    tear it.



    Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to

    its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let

    out a long, self-pitying sigh.




    And then I saw it.. The title bore "People I Have

    Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than

    those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on

    its handle and a small box not more than three inches

    long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it

    contained on one hand.



    And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep

    that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook

    through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out

    of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The

    rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes.

    No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock

    it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the

    tears, I saw Him.



    No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I

    watched helplessly as He began to open the files and

    read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response.


    And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His

    face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to

    intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to

    read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me

    from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His

    eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I

    dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and

    began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm

    around me. He could have said so many things. But He

    didn't say a word. He just cried with me.




    Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files.

    Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file

    and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine

    on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I

    could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card

    from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But

    there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so

    alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written

    with His blood. He gently took the card back. He

    smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I

    don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so

    quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him

    close the last file and walk back to my side.



    He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is

    finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room.

    There was no lock on its door. There were still cards

    to be written.





    "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens

    me."-Phil. 4:13





    "For God so loved the world that He gave His only son,

    that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have

    eternal life."






  • awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww RIP kiddo
  • :) ;) :D ;D GR8 STUFS PPLZ

    GBU ALL
    FROG
  • this STORY is amazing... so meaningful.
  • one of my friends sent me this i hope u like it!
    One Easter Sunday morning Pastor Thomas came to the Church carrying a rusty,
    bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were
    raised and, as if in response,

    Pastor Thomas began to speak..."I was walking through town
    yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this
    bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild
    birds, shivering with cold and fright.



    I stopped the lad and asked, "What you got there, son?"



    "Just some old birds," came the reply.





    What are you gonna do with them?" I asked





    Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered. "I'm gonna
    tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm
    gonna have a real good time."




    But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will
    you do?"





    Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy "They like birds. I'll
    take 'em to them."




    The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for
    those birds, son?"



    Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just
    plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!"




    How much?" the pastor asked again.





    The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?"




    The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill.
    He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.



    The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of
    the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the
    cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars
    persuaded the birds out, setting them free.



    Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then
    the pastor began to tell this story.


    One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had
    just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and
    boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down
    there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got
    'em all!"





    What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.


    Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how
    to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each
    other, how to drink and smoke and curse I'm gonna teach them how
    to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna
    have fun!"





    And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked.
    Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly. "How much do you want
    for them?" Jesus asked.



    Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll
    take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse
    you and kill you. You don't want those people!!"



    How much?" He asked again.


    Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and
    your life."



    Jesus said, "DONE!"

    Then He paid the price.




    The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked
    from the pulpit.
    Notes: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God
    and then wonder why the world's going to hell.




    Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still
    follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God).



    Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail
    and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending
    messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing?
  • Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail
    and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending
    messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing?

    LOL... I hate it when they do that... they make you feel bad about yourself...

    but very nice story ;D
  • lol bishoy, dun do it then, then u dun hav to feel so bad ay lol
    good stuff ppl keep them cummin :) ;) :D ;D

    GB ALL
    FROG :) ;) :D ;D :-*
  • Great Poems by the way, the last two were very moving.

    I also got something in my email a little while ago that i would like to share with you guys and gals. Its really not a poem but its a letter. Read it PLEASE. And Pray that God forgives us and our sins.

    A LETTER TO YOU FROM SATAN

    I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores. You awoke
    without kneeling to pray. As a matter of fact, you didn't even
    bless your meals, or pray before going to bed last night. You are
    so unthankful, I like that about you. I cannot tell you how glad I
    am that you have not changed your way of living, Fool, you are
    mine.

    Remember,you and I have been going steady for years. and I still
    don't love you yet. As a matter of fact, I hate you, because I hate
    God. I am only using you to get even with God. He kicked me out of heaven, and I'm going to use you as long as possible to pay him back.

    You see, Fool, GOD LOVES YOU and HE has great plans in store for
    you. But you have yielded your life to me, and I'm going to make
    your life a living hell. That way, we'll be together twice. This
    will really hurt God.

    Thanks to you, I'm really showing Him who's boss in your life
    with all of the good times we've had. We have been watching dirty movies, cursing people out, stealing, lying, being hypocritical, fornicating, overeating, telling dirty jokes, gossiping, being judgmental, back stabbing people, disrespecting adults, and those in leadership positions, no respect for the Church, bad attitudes.

    SURELY you don't want to give all this up. Come on, Fool, let's
    burn together forever. I've got some hot plans for us. This is just
    a letter of appreciation from me to you. I'd like to say "THANKS"
    for letting me use you for most of your foolish life.

    You are so gullible, I laugh at you. When you are tempted to sin,
    you give in HA HA HA, you make me sick. Sin is beginning to take
    it's toll on your life. You look 20 years older, and now, I need
    new blood. So go ahead and teach some children how to sin. All you have to do is smoke, get drunk or drink while underage, cheat, gamble, gossip, fornicate, and live being as selfish as possible.

    Do all of this in the presence of children and they will do it too.
    Kids are like that.

    Well, Fool, I have to let you go for now. I'll be back in a couple of
    seconds to tempt you again. If you were smart, you would run
    somewhere, confess you sins, and live for God with what little bit
    of life that you have left. It's not my nature to warn anyone, but
    to be your age and still sinning, it's becoming a bit ridiculous.
    Don't get me wrong, I still hate you.

    IT'S JUST THAT YOU'D MAKE A BETTER FOOL FOR CHRIST.
  • these poems are really great
  • OUR DAILY PRAYER
    Bolded text is God speaking
    "Our Father which art in heaven ..."
    "Yes?"
    "Don't interrupt me. I'm praying."
    "But you called me."
    "Called you? I didn't call you. I'm praying. Our Father which art in heaven ..."
    "There ... you did it again."
    "Did what?"
    "Called me. You said, Our Father which art in heaven. Here I am. What's on your mind?"
    "But I didn't mean anything by it. I was, you know, just saying my prayers for the day. I always say the Lord's Prayer. It makes me feel good, kind of like getting a duty done."
    "All right, go on."
    "Hallowed be thy name ..."
    "Hold it! What do you mean by that?"
    "By what?"
    "By hallowed be thy name'?"
    "It means ... it means ... good grief! I don't know what it means. How should I know? It's just a part of the prayer. By the way, what does it mean?"
    "It means honored ... holy ... wonderful."
    "Hey, that makes sense. I never thought about what 'hallowed' meant before. “
    "Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven."
    "Do you really mean that?"
    "Sure, why not?"
    "Doing? Nothing, I guess! I just think it would be kind of neat if you got control of everything down here like you have up there."
    "Have I got control of you?"
    "Well, ... I go to church."
    "That isn't what I asked you. What about your bad temper? You've really got a problem there, you know. And then there's the way you spend your money ...all on yourself. And what about the kind of books you read?"
    "Stop picking on me! I'm just as good as some of the rest of those people at the church."
    "Excuse me. I thought you were praying for my will to be done. If that is to happen, it will have to start with the ones who are praying for it ... like you, for example."
    "Oh, all right. I guess I do have some hang-ups. Now that you mention it, I could probably name some others."
    "So could I."
    "I haven't thought about it very much until now, but I really would like to cut out some of those things. I would like to ... you know ... be really free."
    "Good ... now we're getting somewhere! We'll work together, you and I. Some victories can truly be won. I'm proud of you."
    "Look, Lord, I need to finish up here. This is taking a lot longer than it usually does. Give us this day, our daily bread."
    "You need to cut out the bread. You're overweight as it is."
    "Hey, wait a minute! What is this ... 'Criticize me day?' Here I was doing my religious duty, and all of a sudden you break in and remind me of all my hang-ups."
    "Praying is a dangerous thing. You could wind up changed, you know. That's what I'm trying to get across to you. You called me, and here I am. It's too late to stop now. Keep praying. I'm interested in the next part of your prayer ... (pause). Well, ... go on!"
    "I'm scared to."
    "Scared? Of what?"
    "I know what You'll say."
    "Try me and see."
    "Forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us."
    "What about Ann?"
    "See? I knew it! I knew you would bring her up! Why Lord, she's told lies about me, spread stories about my family. She never paid back the debt she owes me. I've sworn to get even with her!"
    "But your prayer? What about your prayer?"
    "I didn't mean it."
    "Well, at least you're honest. But it's not much fun carrying that load of bitterness around inside, is it?
    "No, but I'll feel better as soon as I get even. Boy, have I got some plans for that neighbor. She'll wish she had never moved into this neighborhood."
    "You won't feel any better. You'll feel worse. Revenge isn't sweet. Think of how unhappy you already are. But I can change all that."
    "You can? How?"
    "Forgive Ann. Then I'll forgive you. Then the hate and sin will be Ann's problem and not yours. You will have settled your heart."
    "Oh, you're right. You always are. And more than I want to revenge Ann, I want to be right with you. Ann, I want to be right with you ... (pause) ... (sigh). All right! All right! I forgive her! Help her to find the right road in life, Lord. She's bound to be awfully miserable now that I think about it. Anybody who goes around doing the things she does to others has to be out of it. Someway, somehow, show her the right way."
    "There now! Wonderful! How do you feel?"
    "Hmmmm ... well, not bad. Not bad at all. In fact, I feel pretty great! You know, I don't think I'll have to go to bed uptight tonight for the first time since I can remember. Maybe I won't be so tired from now on because I'm not getting enough rest."
    "You're not through with your prayer. Go on."
    "Oh, all right. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil." "
    Good! Good! I'll do that. Just don't put yourself in a place where you can be tempted."
    "What do you mean by that?"
    "Don't turn on the TV when you know the laundry needs to be done and the house needs to be picked up. Also, about the time you spend having coffee with your friends ... if you can't influence the conversation to positive things, perhaps you should rethink the value of those friendships. Another thing, your neighbors and friends shouldn't be your standard for "keeping up with" And please don't use me for an escape hatch."
    "I don't understand the last part."
    "Sure you do. You've done it a lot of times. You get caught in a bad situation. You get into trouble and then you come running to me. "Lord, if you help me out of this mess, I promise you I'll never do it again." Do you remember some of those bargains you tried to make with me?"
    "Yes, and I'm ashamed, Lord. I really am."
    "Which bargain are you remembering?"
    "Well, there was the night that Bill was gone and the children and I were home alone. The wind was blowing so hard I thought the roof would go any minute and tornado warnings were out. I remember praying, 'Oh God, if you spare us, I'll never skip my devotions again."
    "I protected you, but you didn't keep your promise, did you?"
    "I'm sorry, Lord. I really am. Up until now I thought that if I just prayed the Lord's Prayer every day, then I could do what I liked. I didn't expect anything to happen like it did."
    "Go ahead and finish your prayer."
    "For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory forever. Amen."
    "Do you know what would bring me glory? What would really make me happy?"
    "No, but I'd like to know. I now want to please you. I can see what a mess I've made of my life. And I can see how great it would be to really be one of your followers."
    "You just answered the question."
    "I did?"
    "Yes, The thing that would bring me glory is to have people like you truly love me. And I see that happening between us. Now that some of these old sins are exposed and out of the way, well, there is no telling what we can do together."
    "Lord, let's see what we can make of me, okay?"
    "Yes, let's see."
    - Anonymous -
  • i like that one safaa...it is great!
  • yea that was incredible
    wer did u get dat from????
  • A LETTER TO YOU FROM SATAN

    I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores. You awoke
    without kneeling to pray. As a matter of fact, you didn't even
    bless your meals, or pray before going to bed last night. You are
    so unthankful, I like that about you. I cannot tell you how glad I
    am that you have not changed your way of living, Fool, you are
    mine.

    Remember,you and I have been going steady for years. and I still
    don't love you yet. As a matter of fact, I hate you, because I hate
    God. I am only using you to get even with God. He kicked me out of heaven, and I'm going to use you as long as possible to pay him back.

    You see, Fool, GOD LOVES YOU and HE has great plans in store for
    you. But you have yielded your life to me, and I'm going to make
    your life a living hell. That way, we'll be together twice. This
    will really hurt God.

    Thanks to you, I'm really showing Him who's boss in your life
    with all of the good times we've had. We have been watching dirty movies, cursing people out, stealing, lying, being hypocritical, fornicating, overeating, telling dirty jokes, gossiping, being judgmental, back stabbing people, disrespecting adults, and those in leadership positions, no respect for the Church, bad attitudes.

    SURELY you don't want to give all this up. Come on, Fool, let's
    burn together forever. I've got some hot plans for us. This is just
    a letter of appreciation from me to you. I'd like to say "THANKS"
    for letting me use you for most of your foolish life.

    You are so gullible, I laugh at you. When you are tempted to sin,
    you give in HA HA HA, you make me sick. Sin is beginning to take
    it's toll on your life. You look 20 years older, and now, I need
    new blood. So go ahead and teach some children how to sin. All you have to do is smoke, get drunk or drink while underage, cheat, gamble, gossip, fornicate, and live being as selfish as possible.

    Do all of this in the presence of children and they will do it too.
    Kids are like that.

    Well, Fool, I have to let you go for now. I'll be back in a couple of
    seconds to tempt you again. If you were smart, you would run
    somewhere, confess you sins, and live for God with what little bit
    of life that you have left. It's not my nature to warn anyone, but
    to be your age and still sinning, it's becoming a bit ridiculous.
    Don't get me wrong, I still hate you.

    IT'S JUST THAT YOU'D MAKE A BETTER FOOL FOR CHRIST.

    That made me feel SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO guilty :'(
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