It looks like you're new here. If you want to get involved, click one of these buttons!
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
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!)
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?
A LETTER TO YOU FROM SATANI saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores. You awokewithout kneeling to pray. As a matter of fact, you didn't evenbless your meals, or pray before going to bed last night. You areso unthankful, I like that about you. I cannot tell you how glad Iam that you have not changed your way of living, Fool, you aremine.Remember,you and I have been going steady for years. and I stilldon't love you yet. As a matter of fact, I hate you, because I hateGod. 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 foryou. But you have yielded your life to me, and I'm going to makeyour life a living hell. That way, we'll be together twice. Thiswill really hurt God.Thanks to you, I'm really showing Him who's boss in your lifewith 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'sburn together forever. I've got some hot plans for us. This is justa 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 takeit's toll on your life. You look 20 years older, and now, I neednew 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 runsomewhere, confess you sins, and live for God with what little bitof life that you have left. It's not my nature to warn anyone, butto 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.
[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 sinsâ€¦I walk with You a while and do not continueâ€¦I begin to pray and find that there is no depth in it so I leave You and my dialogue with you is cut shortâ€¦but I want You yet at times I do not walk toward You correctlyâ€¦my HABITS destroy meâ€¦my LUKEWARMNESS destroys meâ€¦my LAZINESS defeats meâ€¦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 youâ€¦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]
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 childrenâ€¦
Will He be coming for you too?
thnx lotz coptic4life they were gr8 any1 else
i luv use all and GBU ALL PPLZ :) ;) :D ;D :-*
pray 4 me plz
+in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths. :) ;) :D :-*+
[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
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 :-* :-*
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
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
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!)
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!
rabena ma3akom' :) ;) :D ;D :-*
yess it is my own work i made it for skool :) i hope u liked it
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
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
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
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
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
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
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only son,
that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have
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
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
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
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
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?
but very nice story ;D
good stuff ppl keep them cummin :) ;) :D ;D
FROG :) ;) :D ;D :-*
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
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.
Bolded text is God speaking
"Our Father which art in heaven ..."
"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."
"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 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."
"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 -
wer did u get dat from????