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| Eternal Fire There is a fire that is within me. It burns wildly at times, seeking a soul to quench it, but that cannot be done. It is ever-present, not always dominant though. It brings a multitude of emotions, along with its own set of consequences. Generally, the evil flame brings sorrow and pain to my soul, and I am instantly humbled, and I see the wrong that was done. Thus, I seek refuge, someone to soothe my soul, to douse the fire that has spread within me. The thought of You cools the internal temperature down to its lowest, and the enormous load is lifted from my shoulders. The shackles of sin are removed, and I can live and thank the One who put out the fire of sin. |
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| Joy and Bliss What is this joy I feel, This wonderful bliss, That touches me so softly, Like a goodnight kiss. When world and time stand still As I am experiencing this, This pure unbridled joy, This internal bliss? It reminds me of Summer, With its cool nights, And the warmth of the air Meets with the cool street lights, And emotions thickly swell When I absorb their wonderful sights. The wonder of a world just discovered Brings to my soul and my delights, What I've needed all this time; Love that will reach new heights! |
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| Life's Little Contradictions Why must it be this way? Someone please tell me I need to know why Life is so confusing to me. Its all a contradiction, This life we live, Where we are sinners But when I remember what He gives, I wonder why. How can He still love? How does He do it? The light from above Washes our imperfections away. I guess it makes sense, This life we live. All it takes is common sense, In order to understand, That He is perfect, free from sin. The only way we can be that way, Is to let Him live within. Then we will not despair, We will not doubt. Then we will know definitely That He's the one we can't live without. |
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| Sonnet for Coffee What can lift my sullen spirit When the adversities of life Drain my soul? What can speed up the hands of father time When the day crawls like a baby? What can perk up the downtrodden soul, When there's nothing to pick up the pace? Coffee is the thing That can accomplish All these jobs, All these tasks. Coffee can render my mind To be happy and carefree, And can free your soul, To do what it wants to do. |
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