Submissions by mbjpancras (M B J Pancras)
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2012 12:18pm
16th Jan 2012 12:18pm
Oh! My Soul! (Ode)
Oh, My Soul! Where art thou when my body lies in rest
That cares and worries have shrouded it day and night?
Wilt thou guard my corpse close sitting with a rod
That the messenger of death shall take it away?
Or wilt thou sleep close to my corpse and escape cares?
For when my body is at rest I know not what happens unto me
Whether my presence on earth is real or a mystery,
Dreams flash across the horizons and they’re strange and eerie,
Is that thou, my soul, art working in my dreams?
Oh, my soul, tell me, is this rest a rehearsal of death imminent
That I...
That cares and worries have shrouded it day and night?
Wilt thou guard my corpse close sitting with a rod
That the messenger of death shall take it away?
Or wilt thou sleep close to my corpse and escape cares?
For when my body is at rest I know not what happens unto me
Whether my presence on earth is real or a mystery,
Dreams flash across the horizons and they’re strange and eerie,
Is that thou, my soul, art working in my dreams?
Oh, my soul, tell me, is this rest a rehearsal of death imminent
That I...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Nov 2011 9:14am
18th Nov 2011 9:14am
The Bible
(Haiku)
Word inspired,
God's Plan for mankind,
Christ Jesus, Central.
Word inspired,
God's Plan for mankind,
Christ Jesus, Central.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Nov 2011 9:07am
18th Nov 2011 9:07am
A Wave That Hit Me
(Haiku)
it was from elsewhere
with the mystery call for JOY
in the Name of Christ.
it was from elsewhere
with the mystery call for JOY
in the Name of Christ.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Oct 2011 4:52pm
30th Oct 2011 4:52pm
On Her Eighth Birthday
(For my Loving Daughter Suzanna Christy)
Seven years before her heart throbbed and mine too,
She was prepared to face to the world with God’s Gift:
Her travail had begun and each of her nerve shivered with thrill,
The Father in Christ in His invisible Presence hath been beside her.
Now I shed tears that speak how she had borne the physical agony,
And my inward eye writes how the day was and today it is.
The tiny blossom within the womb shook the stem of the plant,
And the plant stood fluttering, unshaken, but withstanding.
I now feel how I...
Seven years before her heart throbbed and mine too,
She was prepared to face to the world with God’s Gift:
Her travail had begun and each of her nerve shivered with thrill,
The Father in Christ in His invisible Presence hath been beside her.
Now I shed tears that speak how she had borne the physical agony,
And my inward eye writes how the day was and today it is.
The tiny blossom within the womb shook the stem of the plant,
And the plant stood fluttering, unshaken, but withstanding.
I now feel how I...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Oct 2011 4:50pm
30th Oct 2011 4:50pm
She Shed Tears
I was to leave a while and I have to toil for her,
For it’s my duty destined by HIM as her father.
She lives with her mother, and I’m a little far away.
I lived with my daughter and our love is boundless:
She hugs me, and I too, and my ear- ends are her spongy toys,
She walks with me and I run with her,
And we play every day with love and affection,
She watches me dance, and I hug her child-like utterances.
We play together till the time to part arrives.
She shed tears when the time to part arrived,
And I drank her tears and studied her heart,...
For it’s my duty destined by HIM as her father.
She lives with her mother, and I’m a little far away.
I lived with my daughter and our love is boundless:
She hugs me, and I too, and my ear- ends are her spongy toys,
She walks with me and I run with her,
And we play every day with love and affection,
She watches me dance, and I hug her child-like utterances.
We play together till the time to part arrives.
She shed tears when the time to part arrived,
And I drank her tears and studied her heart,...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Sep 2011 3:07pm
20th Sep 2011 3:07pm
My Fall and His Grace
My sin hangs Him back on the cross,
And the traitor of Heaven clings to me.
I swallowed a little poison out or pleasure,
And my soul towards Him staggers to reach Him.
I let my soul stroll in filth and dirt,
And have carried the mud with me shrouded.
I look like a toad croaking from the ditch,
And I see Him invisibly looking at me,
And He shows His distorted countenance.
I cry unto Him with His Words writ,
And my soul weeps till its tears dry.
I've learnt His blood hath cleansed my soul,
And I can be back with Him with His strength and grace,...
And the traitor of Heaven clings to me.
I swallowed a little poison out or pleasure,
And my soul towards Him staggers to reach Him.
I let my soul stroll in filth and dirt,
And have carried the mud with me shrouded.
I look like a toad croaking from the ditch,
And I see Him invisibly looking at me,
And He shows His distorted countenance.
I cry unto Him with His Words writ,
And my soul weeps till its tears dry.
I've learnt His blood hath cleansed my soul,
And I can be back with Him with His strength and grace,...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Sep 2011 2:47pm
20th Sep 2011 2:47pm
The Passion Of Christ
It’s not My will, but Thy will,
Let Me die on the cross for their sins,
And My blood pave way to eternity;
Yet My Soul is sorrowful unto death.
Abba, take away this cup from Me;
Yet if it’s Thy will, and not My will.
Father, Thy promise Thou made with the serpent
That Thou would put enmity ‘twixt him and a woman,
And I should bruise his head;
Nevertheless he should bruise My heel.
For this is Thy eternal promise for man
Who been formed in Thy image;
But been smashed himself with the deceiver.
Flesh is weak and tempting;
Yet the spirit is...
Let Me die on the cross for their sins,
And My blood pave way to eternity;
Yet My Soul is sorrowful unto death.
Abba, take away this cup from Me;
Yet if it’s Thy will, and not My will.
Father, Thy promise Thou made with the serpent
That Thou would put enmity ‘twixt him and a woman,
And I should bruise his head;
Nevertheless he should bruise My heel.
For this is Thy eternal promise for man
Who been formed in Thy image;
But been smashed himself with the deceiver.
Flesh is weak and tempting;
Yet the spirit is...
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jul 2011 7:39am
25th Jul 2011 7:39am
Shall we say goodbye...?
Like the rays of the sun
Thou pierced my heart of love,
Thou reached deep into my bosom.
I too every petal of the blossom of my thoughts,
And decked thee and thy presence fragrant,
I drenched thee with my poetry.
I lay thee on the ocean of love,
And sang melodies of soulfulness.
Thou hast bathed my heart with thy child-like smile,
Thou hast caressed my heart with thy beautiful eyes,
Thou hast made me a bard of thee,
And I have filled the world with thy name,
And I have made thy name chime ever in my heart.
Each smile of thine is an anecdote...
Thou pierced my heart of love,
Thou reached deep into my bosom.
I too every petal of the blossom of my thoughts,
And decked thee and thy presence fragrant,
I drenched thee with my poetry.
I lay thee on the ocean of love,
And sang melodies of soulfulness.
Thou hast bathed my heart with thy child-like smile,
Thou hast caressed my heart with thy beautiful eyes,
Thou hast made me a bard of thee,
And I have filled the world with thy name,
And I have made thy name chime ever in my heart.
Each smile of thine is an anecdote...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Jul 2011 7:36am
25th Jul 2011 7:36am
The Passion Of Christ
It’s not My will, but Thy will,
Let Me die on the cross for their sins,
And My blood pave way to eternity;
Yet My Soul is sorrowful unto death.
ABBA, take away this cup from Me;
Yet if it’s Thy will, and not My will.
Father, Thy promise Thou made with the serpent
That Thou would put enmity ‘twixt him and a woman,
And I should bruise his head;
Nevertheless he should bruise My heel.
For this is Thy eternal promise for man
Who been formed in Thy image;
But been smashed himself with the deceiver.
Flesh is weak and tempting;
Yet...
Let Me die on the cross for their sins,
And My blood pave way to eternity;
Yet My Soul is sorrowful unto death.
ABBA, take away this cup from Me;
Yet if it’s Thy will, and not My will.
Father, Thy promise Thou made with the serpent
That Thou would put enmity ‘twixt him and a woman,
And I should bruise his head;
Nevertheless he should bruise My heel.
For this is Thy eternal promise for man
Who been formed in Thy image;
But been smashed himself with the deceiver.
Flesh is weak and tempting;
Yet...
909 reads
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