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<rss version="0.92"><channel><title>Welcome</title><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/</link><description>This is my blog and I want to dedicate it to the Lord. I hope that I can fill it to the max, and show of His wonderful Grace to me.</description><language>en-UK</language><docs>http://backend.userland.com/rss092</docs><image><title>Welcome</title><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/64/01b60add991c66b93472ae26862b78_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>The Closed Door</title><description>	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Look at me clearly and full in the face&lt;br&gt;
And don't shake your head in disgust and disgrace&lt;br&gt;
I, want to show you, the right way to go&lt;br&gt;
Listen to me, and don't say no!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;I'll forever be vigilant and stand at your door&lt;br&gt;
I want what's the best, not to lay down the Law,&lt;br&gt;
I've stood here forever, just calling your name,&lt;br&gt;
All I ever want is your love to gain,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;You keep turning your back and facing the wall,&lt;br&gt;
You can see me die, but you can't hear me call,&lt;br&gt;
I gave you a Book, so that you could turn around,&lt;br&gt;
So my Spirit could work, and say, "It's you I've found"&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;I can see what you do with your life at your feet&lt;br&gt;
I can hear what you say to your friends in the street,&lt;br&gt;
So, I'll stand out here waiting, all through the night,&lt;br&gt;
I'll stand out here calling, till you see the light,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;You do know about me, and my love for you,&lt;br&gt;
And the sacrifice I made, was made for you too,&lt;br&gt;
There was no other way of you, meeting me,&lt;br&gt;
I want us to be friends, like we ought to be,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;I've heard you pray, when troubled times chime&lt;br&gt;
Then pray no more, when things are fine,&lt;br&gt;
I want you more than that, such as your heart,&lt;br&gt;
Anything else shall be turned down flat,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;I love you, and want you to open up your door,&lt;br&gt;
I bought you, and paid for you, many years before,&lt;br&gt;
So, I'll stand here, and wait for you, to bid me come in,&lt;br&gt;
And the blessings you'll receive, will soon flood in,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;So here is the question, I'll ask you anew,,&lt;br&gt;
Opened or Closed,,,,,, What will you do?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/06/04/the_closed_door~853488/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/06/04/the_closed_door~853488/</link><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jun 2006 17:15:56 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Remembrance</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=590756"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/756/590756_8cd40ab91e_s.jpg" align="" alt="memoboard1" vspace="5" hspace="140"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Remember all the things we used to do&lt;br&gt;
Remember how we walked and talked&lt;br&gt;
How can I dismiss all the good times&lt;br&gt;
When I was away, it was me you sought&lt;br&gt;
Remember the evenings and days, by my side&lt;br&gt;
I remember them so well&lt;br&gt;
Remember picking me up, in your strong loving arms,&lt;br&gt;
No matter, how many times I fell&lt;br&gt;
Remember the time, when I told you this,&lt;br&gt;
That my innermost feelings, just wanted to be loved&lt;br&gt;
I needed the reassurance of your gentle touch&lt;br&gt;
Then I got the feeling, like I knew I would&lt;br&gt;
I got the feeling of your love all around&lt;br&gt;
From deep within me, without making a sound&lt;br&gt;
And then something happened, we drifted apart&lt;br&gt;
The further the distance, the more pain in my heart&lt;br&gt;
I knew what I was missing&lt;br&gt;
And yet, I was too stubborn to say&lt;br&gt;
Alone with my slumbering wretchedness,&lt;br&gt;
On my makeshift bed, I lay&lt;br&gt;
I wanted to be loved and yet was rejected&lt;br&gt;
I wanted your friendship, as I needed you&lt;br&gt;
The pain was so unbearable&lt;br&gt;
I needed your assurance, as I had been a fool.&lt;br&gt;
Remember me, as I cling to your name&lt;br&gt;
I know that things, will not be the same&lt;br&gt;
How many times have I said these words to you&lt;br&gt;
I'm sorry,,,,,,,,, so sorry, can I start anew&lt;br&gt;
And yet you forgive me, Every,, single time,&lt;br&gt;
No matter what trials I go through&lt;br&gt;
You're always there by my tender side&lt;br&gt;
Whispering,,,,,,, Hello,,,, I love you.&lt;br&gt;
Now I hear you, as my silent tears fall&lt;br&gt;
Thank-you for listening Lord, You are indeed, My All.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/06/02/remembrance~848546/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/06/02/remembrance~848546/</link><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jun 2006 12:13:21 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Friendship</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=589983"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/983/589983_b2ed65419a_s.jpg" align="" alt="friendship disk" vspace="5" hspace="160"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;A friend of pleasure that I count all gain&lt;br&gt;
A soul of leisure that yields no pain&lt;br&gt;
A fragment of time I haven't shared in vain&lt;br&gt;
A friend that I've loved still the same&lt;br&gt;
A counselor of woe out of a troublesome mind&lt;br&gt;
A caresser of feelings, that is soothing and kind&lt;br&gt;
A friend in a billion, I think you'll find&lt;br&gt;
That eases all worries, time after time,&lt;br&gt;
A solitary place, where I can go to be free&lt;br&gt;
With me, with my Friend, on bended knee&lt;br&gt;
A fashionable place where I go to be free&lt;br&gt;
Where I sit with my friend, and he hears me.&lt;br&gt;
A safer place, I have not found&lt;br&gt;
With my head buried close to the ground&lt;br&gt;
A silent whisper can still the sound&lt;br&gt;
Where still and quietness, is heard all around,&lt;br&gt;
A quiet disregard, of the world and its ways&lt;br&gt;
A fortunate time, in these last final days&lt;br&gt;
My friend will help me, keep the world all away&lt;br&gt;
So my friend will keep by me, and together we'll stay&lt;br&gt;
And in my quietness I see his face on that hill&lt;br&gt;
The face of my Lord, loving me still&lt;br&gt;
Knowing the pain, that he paid in full my bill&lt;br&gt;
And knowing inside, it was my Fathers will&lt;br&gt;
So captivated and fooled by the world and its wrong&lt;br&gt;
Thinking and believing it was where I belonged&lt;br&gt;
Untill I heard of the Lord, of him dying on that tree&lt;br&gt;
A sacrifice of sovereignty, and he did it all for me&lt;br&gt;
He called me to him, as he did love me so&lt;br&gt;
He called, and he called me, and did not let me go&lt;br&gt;
And now the blood has covered, the seeds, the world has sown&lt;br&gt;
And the knowledge of his love, has indeed been made known.&lt;br&gt;
Oh sure, a selfish life indeed was led&lt;br&gt;
The harsh words that I had spoken, and the things that I had said&lt;br&gt;
A cold and weary heart, was ruled by my head&lt;br&gt;
And the sins of my life indeed, I had surely fed&lt;br&gt;
So cold and weary, and sick and sore&lt;br&gt;
My heart wasn't filled, and wanted all the more&lt;br&gt;
Blinded by my sin, scrambling on the floor,&lt;br&gt;
Until I heard a knocking, and scrambled to find the door&lt;br&gt;
And that is when I saw the light, as I asked him to come in&lt;br&gt;
The Lord of Heaven, and of Earth, had covered all my sin,&lt;br&gt;
And I saw him in his fullness, with Glory all around&lt;br&gt;
And I stood still for one moment,,,,, and hardly made a sound&lt;br&gt;
And so when I speak with my heart open wide&lt;br&gt;
I see my friend there, and in him I confide,&lt;br&gt;
He'll always be there, and in my heart he'll abide&lt;br&gt;
Of course I'll always know, that for me he chose and died&lt;br&gt;
And I know he became alive, as he lives within my heart&lt;br&gt;
And I know he'll never leave me, or decide, to depart&lt;br&gt;
His love is engraved deep, within, inside my heart&lt;br&gt;
And now I know I have to stop, so that Jesus can make a start.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/06/02/friendship~847698/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/06/02/friendship~847698/</link><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jun 2006 00:01:32 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>My Cry</title><description>	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Oh Lord,, for it is a simple tune I sing,&lt;br&gt;
Forever to you my cares I bring,&lt;br&gt;
I cling to you oh help me please,&lt;br&gt;
Help my soul, Oh Lord, at ease.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;It is but a problem I face this nigh,&lt;br&gt;
My crippled heart is an aching sigh&lt;br&gt;
My soul it reaches to only but you&lt;br&gt;
Help me Lord if thou wilt do.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Hold me father as I cry my tears&lt;br&gt;
Unforgiving of sin, I cry out in fear&lt;br&gt;
Too many doubts about the journey thus far&lt;br&gt;
Hold me Lord, on your promised Star.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;I yearn for freedom, for normal in mind&lt;br&gt;
Tighter it goes, like clockwork I wind&lt;br&gt;
Increasing the pressure of a sprung metal coil,&lt;br&gt;
Daily it happens, and daily my toil.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;I know I can cling to the promise of yours&lt;br&gt;
Of never leaving or forsaking what's yours&lt;br&gt;
And I cling to this promise, and hold on to it tight&lt;br&gt;
It will help me get through, the rest of this night.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/29/my_cry~839351/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/29/my_cry~839351/</link><pubDate>Mon, 29 May 2006 23:51:36 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Sin</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=580285"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/285/580285_9bef7a2484_s.jpg" align="" alt="sin" vspace="5" hspace="140"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Sin,,, it is a real problem a foe we can't defeat&lt;br&gt;
An enemy in disguise a force we cannot beat&lt;br&gt;
It is everywhere around us within the people that we see,&lt;br&gt;
Like a virus within our own the pleasures from which we flee,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;We grapple head to head, this foe we can't bring down,&lt;br&gt;
Struggling to get free, this umpteenth time around,&lt;br&gt;
It hacks into our minds and searches for the weak&lt;br&gt;
It manipulates our thoughts from which we dare not speak&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;And it reaches in, and gnaws away, in an unrelenting fashion,&lt;br&gt;
But we dare not feed it, no we daren't for fear to turn our passion,&lt;br&gt;
We endure and carry onwards with this gnawing in our minds&lt;br&gt;
The only way we can soften it, is in Jesus Christ we find&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;We fight for all that's Holy to live lives from His Book&lt;br&gt;
To read and pray through every page from Sin would have us pluck&lt;br&gt;
Our eyes are fixed on Jesus the Saviour of our Soul&lt;br&gt;
And as a thankful ready people we give to him our all,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;And if we stray today to look around and take our eyes off Him&lt;br&gt;
Satan pounces as an angry dog and stirs the pleasures within,&lt;br&gt;
We try to wrestle with him and put him to the ground&lt;br&gt;
But if we are not focused inevitability will be found&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;And when we awaken with our faces in the dirt&lt;br&gt;
And the light within dims and our whole body hurts&lt;br&gt;
And our Soul is screaming from the Hurt that's within&lt;br&gt;
And we try and run from, the sepid stench of Sin,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;We try to remember of where we went awry&lt;br&gt;
We realise our foolishness so back to Christ we cry.&lt;br&gt;
So of course the Lord He welcomes,  back to His open arms&lt;br&gt;
We tell Him of our wrong to Him He puts to bed our calms&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;And when we see His smiling face and the Glories that surround&lt;br&gt;
We cannot help but throw ourselves at His feet onto the ground&lt;br&gt;
It is so much an endurance this fight to keep our Soul&lt;br&gt;
But Satan will try and steal it, so the Love of Christ we hold.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;And  we endure to carry onward with this gnawing in our mind&lt;br&gt;
And we rest our problems with this Jesus&lt;br&gt;
The Saviour of Mankind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/29/sin~836690/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/29/sin~836690/</link><pubDate>Mon, 29 May 2006 01:18:33 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Presents from the World</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=578979"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/979/578979_ed24bbd216_s.jpg" align="" alt="presents- 3" vspace="5" hspace="160"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Fisher of wishes&lt;br&gt;
And dreamer of dreams,&lt;br&gt;
Hoping upon hope,&lt;br&gt;
As nothings what it seems,&lt;br&gt;
Dreaming for some better days,&lt;br&gt;
In oh so many ways&lt;br&gt;
Captivated by the world,&lt;br&gt;
And the issues it seems to raise,&lt;br&gt;
But the hoper in us all,&lt;br&gt;
And the dreamers of desire,&lt;br&gt;
Wish for better things,&lt;br&gt;
In all that we admire,&lt;br&gt;
And the hopers within us all,&lt;br&gt;
Will reach out and stand tall,&lt;br&gt;
And persevere and admire,&lt;br&gt;
Till the objects we require,&lt;br&gt;
And nothing seems to say,&lt;br&gt;
Hold on, there's a better way,&lt;br&gt;
As we clamber for our places,&lt;br&gt;
In our modern day to day,&lt;br&gt;
Filling up our hearts,&lt;br&gt;
Of desires, which to hold,&lt;br&gt;
Trying to fill with joy,&lt;br&gt;
And get from Winters cold,&lt;br&gt;
And yet nothing seems to fill,&lt;br&gt;
Our empty barren soul,&lt;br&gt;
It is yearning for that something,&lt;br&gt;
To fill that empty hole,&lt;br&gt;
And you can't seem to fill,&lt;br&gt;
From what the world has to give,&lt;br&gt;
So look up to the Heavens,&lt;br&gt;
In order that we should live,&lt;br&gt;
And look at what God has offered,&lt;br&gt;
And look at what He's done,&lt;br&gt;
He gave to us his peace,&lt;br&gt;
Through his Eternal Son.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/28/presents_from_the_world~835460/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/28/presents_from_the_world~835460/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 May 2006 16:03:36 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>New Love</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=575683"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/683/575683_fa13a1f16a_s.jpg" align="" alt="heart" vspace="5" hspace="140"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;p class="center"&gt;As I clambered for my place on this Planet I called my home&lt;br&gt;
My empty heart and saddened face, discontented did I moan,&lt;br&gt;
With my heart full of sadness and Tear-drops full of woe,&lt;br&gt;
No joy abounds with gladness, as the tear-drops overflow,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;My life was but dependant, to feel alive once more&lt;br&gt;
Wallowing in discontentment, numbing the pain of war,&lt;br&gt;
This war of right and wrong that raged within my soul&lt;br&gt;
Numbing it to a new song that rages within us all,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;But for most,,,,,, start a new start, as they hear the words of love&lt;br&gt;
A renewing of their own heart by Grace from up above,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;And so,,,,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Last night I talked of bad times and took rest on solid ground&lt;br&gt;
And agreed to follow the Son of God cos He's the King I've crowned,&lt;br&gt;
And I asked him for forgiveness for the error of my ways,&lt;br&gt;
And both my Eyes were opened up, now my heart shall surely stay&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;And yesterday I saw him for the first time in my while&lt;br&gt;
And this morning when I woke, I had that everlasting smile,&lt;br&gt;
And I'll always know how much He cares, and that He's my number one,&lt;br&gt;
The journey was made so clear to me, by his,, eternal Son,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;So now I talk of good times, which far outweigh the bad,&lt;br&gt;
And whenever I start to feel low, I see the friend I have,&lt;br&gt;
And I see Him for all his Glory, and I feel Him in my heart,&lt;br&gt;
And this is where I have to stop,&lt;br&gt;
So that Jesus can make a start.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/27/new_love~832303/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/27/new_love~832303/</link><pubDate>Sat, 27 May 2006 06:55:57 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Revelation</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=573445"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/445/573445_0346607031_s.jpg" align="" alt="revelation" vspace="5" hspace="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Sing a song, a new song&lt;br&gt;
To the beating of your heart&lt;br&gt;
Forever going onwards&lt;br&gt;
The midst of time departs&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Gather up your promises&lt;br&gt;
And look to Heaven above&lt;br&gt;
Grasp within your own heart&lt;br&gt;
This gift of timeless love&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;For He is, the gift of all Salvation&lt;br&gt;
As He holds the keys of time&lt;br&gt;
You can, now, become a new creation&lt;br&gt;
When you say, that "Jesus is mine"&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;So cross the carnal boundaries&lt;br&gt;
And enter His Salvation&lt;br&gt;
And sing a song, a new song&lt;br&gt;
To this "Timeless Revelation"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/26/revelation~829901/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/26/revelation~829901/</link><pubDate>Fri, 26 May 2006 06:56:35 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Glory Wars</title><description>	&lt;p class="center"&gt;High above the world unseen&lt;br&gt;
With my life at my command&lt;br&gt;
Watching the rivers of death run by&lt;br&gt;
In this green and pleasant land&lt;br&gt;
Rivers of blood, that are shed by man,&lt;br&gt;
As they trickle slowly by,&lt;br&gt;
Caused by Wars near and far,&lt;br&gt;
There is no reason why&lt;br&gt;
Death is so absalute&lt;br&gt;
As I walk this green and pleasant land&lt;br&gt;
But death is all about me&lt;br&gt;
In all this land I find&lt;br&gt;
But greeness can be seen&lt;br&gt;
Against the speckled spots of blood&lt;br&gt;
The greeness of the trees&lt;br&gt;
As they climb gently within the wood&lt;br&gt;
But on the riverbanks&lt;br&gt;
There tells a different story&lt;br&gt;
Of man and all his wisdom&lt;br&gt;
Causing Wars for all his Glory&lt;br&gt;
Yet, I can come here&lt;br&gt;
To find the truth and reason why&lt;br&gt;
The Laws of the Governments&lt;br&gt;
The Truth they cannot hide&lt;br&gt;
But all about me, there is greed&lt;br&gt;
A sinful thing, I know,&lt;br&gt;
The German army knew this&lt;br&gt;
As they lay dying in Russian snow&lt;br&gt;
But yet the wind does softly blow&lt;br&gt;
And the ripples of life go by&lt;br&gt;
These Wars will get more common,&lt;br&gt;
And more men shall surely die.&lt;br&gt;
So on this letter I will write&lt;br&gt;
Of life not yet seen&lt;br&gt;
And yet all the Wars on earth&lt;br&gt;
Will never see where I have been&lt;br&gt;
And gently down the riverside&lt;br&gt;
At the graveyard I will stand&lt;br&gt;
And yet I look about me&lt;br&gt;
And see a green and pleasant land. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/25/glory_wars~828786/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/25/glory_wars~828786/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2006 17:45:40 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Thoughts</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=545051"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/051/545051_1120ba5a68_s.jpg" align="" alt="thoughts" vspace="5" hspace="140"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;When you go home today and you rest in your bed&lt;br&gt;
These may be your thoughts as they fly round your head&lt;br&gt;
As you lie in your bed with your thoughts late this night&lt;br&gt;
And you reflect on the day that has passed by your sight&lt;br&gt;
And you wonder of the morrow and all its delight&lt;br&gt;
And your head seems heavy as your thoughts take flight&lt;br&gt;
You wonder to much,, how you'll get through it all&lt;br&gt;
As the days melt to years and they are taking their toll&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;And the world so it seems,, is to be having a ball&lt;br&gt;
But your world is darkened by the worries you hold&lt;br&gt;
This bleak life of yours has the responsibility of one&lt;br&gt;
And you fumble for your happiness but you are undone&lt;br&gt;
And the daylight dawns , but still you see dark&lt;br&gt;
And your energy weakens you, in making your mark&lt;br&gt;
You don't see the dawn and you don't see the light&lt;br&gt;
For you're blinded by your grasp, and its just within sight&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Focusing on darkness where the light never shone&lt;br&gt;
You endevour too see a glimmer, but you are undone&lt;br&gt;
You don't see your focus, and that it was, still the same&lt;br&gt;
As it was when you were younger, now you're focusing in vain&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Money riches glory power, you may never will attain&lt;br&gt;
Even if you did, still your focus would be the same&lt;br&gt;
The things of life you count on, you don't require at all&lt;br&gt;
Jesus is the only one, that can save you from your fall&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;At the moment you are playing a pawn in the devils evil game&lt;br&gt;
Grab on hold of Jesus, who will deliver you from your shame&lt;br&gt;
Jesus came  and died for you, and came and lived as man&lt;br&gt;
And He came with one objective, to Save, of course He can&lt;br&gt;
He came and bled and died for you, a savior through and through&lt;br&gt;
He lived and breathed and died in pain, it was all just for you&lt;br&gt;
Of course I do not wish to say He will give you what you grasp&lt;br&gt;
He will of course give his dying Love, and that my friend will last&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;If you truly are repentant and cry forgiveness in your plea&lt;br&gt;
He will give you by His Grace a Saviour, a Saviour to which to flee&lt;br&gt;
But beware my friend of this of fresh battles which to win&lt;br&gt;
Your soul may be sanctified but you still will have sin&lt;br&gt;
But in the path of Gods love, the deed has been done&lt;br&gt;
The despair of life is over, and the war  is won&lt;br&gt;
So, as you lie in your bed, with your thoughts late at night&lt;br&gt;
And you reflect on the day that has passed by your sight&lt;br&gt;
And you wonder of the morrow and all its delight&lt;br&gt;
Rest on this Saviour, and watch the rest take flight&lt;br&gt;
You now have a choice about which pathway you should go&lt;br&gt;
Just go the way of Jesus, Its Him you ought to know&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/thoughts~799717/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/thoughts~799717/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 May 2006 21:00:50 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>The Mask</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=544441"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/441/544441_850f104994_s.gif" align="" alt="changingmask" vspace="5" hspace="200"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;If you could hold a mirror to your face&lt;br&gt;
And peer within its view&lt;br&gt;
What would the image say&lt;br&gt;
If it could clearly speak to you&lt;br&gt;
And as you look ever closer&lt;br&gt;
So, much to magnify&lt;br&gt;
What person would you see&lt;br&gt;
As you see reflections eye&lt;br&gt;
Would you see your real self&lt;br&gt;
Or a portion of that said&lt;br&gt;
Or would you see someone else&lt;br&gt;
With a mask around their head&lt;br&gt;
We all wear these masks from time to time to time&lt;br&gt;
And I believe that I am wearing mine&lt;br&gt;
As I am reading out this line&lt;br&gt;
This Mask of mine shows confidence&lt;br&gt;
Though a nervous wreck inside&lt;br&gt;
It is a mask for this moment&lt;br&gt;
and my real self is denied&lt;br&gt;
With all of our masks on,&lt;br&gt;
To the World we can convey&lt;br&gt;
That we are having a great time&lt;br&gt;
And an exciting fun-filled day&lt;br&gt;
We can appear hard as nails&lt;br&gt;
When we know we are weak&lt;br&gt;
We give ourselves false courage&lt;br&gt;
When we can barely speak&lt;br&gt;
We can hold back faint tears&lt;br&gt;
Till every one finally goes,&lt;br&gt;
And we tell our friends, we like them&lt;br&gt;
when clearly the opposite shows.&lt;br&gt;
We tell people we haven't&lt;br&gt;
When its plain to see we have&lt;br&gt;
And we hate to show our feelings&lt;br&gt;
just in case they see and laugh&lt;br&gt;
And at the end of each day&lt;br&gt;
The Mask goes on the shelf&lt;br&gt;
We are left with the person we are,&lt;br&gt;
There is, no one else&lt;br&gt;
Who can ask, who is, the real me,&lt;br&gt;
I guess we all have to look&lt;br&gt;
deep in that mirror and See!!!!  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/the_mask~799149/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/the_mask~799149/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 May 2006 17:12:04 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Question... ... .</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=544312"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/312/544312_c0ce7459b3_s.jpg" align="" alt="roses" vspace="5" hspace="140"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;As you hung up there&lt;br&gt;
On that guilty cross of shame&lt;br&gt;
Bleeding and dying&lt;br&gt;
For the sake of my name&lt;br&gt;
Did you hear my voice calling&lt;br&gt;
As you hung there alone&lt;br&gt;
As your final breath sighed,&lt;br&gt;
And your heart lost its groan?&lt;br&gt;
Did you say to yourself,&lt;br&gt;
I am doing it for you,&lt;br&gt;
Was I worth all the pain,&lt;br&gt;
That your body went through?&lt;br&gt;
How could you love me,&lt;br&gt;
A wretch such as I,&lt;br&gt;
To give yourself up,&lt;br&gt;
For your body to die?&lt;br&gt;
I know that you did it,&lt;br&gt;
And died on that tree,&lt;br&gt;
But how could you love&lt;br&gt;
A wretch such as me?&lt;br&gt;
You know who I am&lt;br&gt;
And the person inside&lt;br&gt;
You even knew this&lt;br&gt;
when you hung up to die.&lt;br&gt;
And with all this,&lt;br&gt;
And the pain you went through,&lt;br&gt;
What an act of forgiveness&lt;br&gt;
To say, I LOVE YOU.!!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/question~799047/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/question~799047/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 May 2006 16:33:52 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Love is Love</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=544457"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/457/544457_02d76d4fc7_s.jpg" align="" alt="love" vspace="5" hspace="140"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Love lasts forever, I've been told today&lt;br&gt;
Love lasts forever, or so, they say&lt;br&gt;
Love lasts a lifetime, which, yours or mine&lt;br&gt;
Love incomprehensible, from the beginning of time&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Love reaches out, across the largest void&lt;br&gt;
Love reaching you, you should not avoid&lt;br&gt;
Love has its own spoils, unless absolutely true&lt;br&gt;
Love lasts forever, as love would do&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Love is so patient and love is so kind&lt;br&gt;
In my heart always, this love you will find&lt;br&gt;
Love does not envy, nor does it boast&lt;br&gt;
Love is in my heart, so my heart plays the host&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Love is neither proud or is it ill spoken&lt;br&gt;
Love is not self-seeking, neither plays token&lt;br&gt;
Love is not easily angered, nor keeper of wrong&lt;br&gt;
Love is a passenger train, where my love does belong&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Love delights not in evil, but loves all the truth&lt;br&gt;
Love is a subtle wine, like a sweet Vermouth&lt;br&gt;
Love always protects, and love always does trust&lt;br&gt;
Love goes on always, as love, love must&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Love always hopes and will always persevere&lt;br&gt;
Love does not hide from the presence of fear&lt;br&gt;
Love never fails, as I was told today&lt;br&gt;
I suppose they could be right,&lt;br&gt;
In the words that they say.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/13/love_is_love~797028/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/13/love_is_love~797028/</link><pubDate>Sat, 13 May 2006 18:26:05 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>The Coming Day</title><description>	&lt;p class="center"&gt;I do not know whether you have heard or not,&lt;br&gt;
That life as we know it will pretty much stop&lt;br&gt;
You may not have heard about the upcoming motion,&lt;br&gt;
Which everyone will know about from ocean to ocean,&lt;br&gt;
From everyone here to the end of town,&lt;br&gt;
From the city to the country the Truth will come round&lt;br&gt;
From person to person, from Peter to Paul&lt;br&gt;
To the people in the town, the Truth will call,&lt;br&gt;
It isn't in the papers nor in the evening news&lt;br&gt;
Nor is it in the minds of man, who is adamant to refuse,&lt;br&gt;
But before you walk on by and walk away from here&lt;br&gt;
There is something I want to tell you and I'll make it quite clear&lt;br&gt;
The Truth has given us, life with sight speech and sound&lt;br&gt;
He has spoken creation, which is all to be found,&lt;br&gt;
He has given us abilities to enjoy the fruits from Him&lt;br&gt;
Which we take in our abundance, to satisfy our whim&lt;br&gt;
We enjoy this person, most eagerly each and every day&lt;br&gt;
 But do we stop and thank Him or do we turn away,&lt;br&gt;
Do we give to Him all Honour from our hearts do we lift&lt;br&gt;
Do we thank and praise Him, for each and every gift&lt;br&gt;
Our eyes have clouded vision, for we do not see our God&lt;br&gt;
There is stumbling all around as all we see is fog&lt;br&gt;
He is the reason I'm telling you, of events to soon unfold&lt;br&gt;
The Bible tells, His coming, so the scriptures word will hold&lt;br&gt;
And the Gates of Heaven shall open, with a shout to be heard&lt;br&gt;
It is  spoken within the Bible, each and every  word&lt;br&gt;
He shall charge with a triumph from Heaven down to earth&lt;br&gt;
And take with Him all, who had received their second Birth&lt;br&gt;
And every knee shall bow on that glorious final day&lt;br&gt;
Jesus Christ is the Lord, everyone shall say&lt;br&gt;
Then will come the Judgement for access to be with Him&lt;br&gt;
And everyone will give accounts, of their willful acts of Sin&lt;br&gt;
And the King shall speak, and you'll have nothing to say&lt;br&gt;
And if you don't know Jesus, you will be banished far away&lt;br&gt;
An eternity is spoken of, this I am quite  certain&lt;br&gt;
Your view of God shall be covered, like a window with a curtain&lt;br&gt;
Now,,,, is the allotted time, so make you peace with Him&lt;br&gt;
Do not pass by today, and make your choice for Sin&lt;br&gt;
No man knows the hour that day will finally come&lt;br&gt;
For that day is coming soon, and God's will will be done&lt;br&gt;
Do not ponder and decide, to make your peace tomorrow&lt;br&gt;
For if the Lord does come tonight, your soul will reap its sorrow&lt;br&gt;
So reach out for Him now and take Him by the hand&lt;br&gt;
For He will guide us both on, into the Promised land   &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/13/the_coming_day~796216/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/13/the_coming_day~796216/</link><pubDate>Sat, 13 May 2006 12:54:17 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>My Cry</title><description>	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Oh Lord,, for it is a simple tune I sing,&lt;br&gt;
Forever to you my cares I bring,&lt;br&gt;
I cling to you oh help me please,&lt;br&gt;
Help my soul, Oh Lord, at ease.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;It is but a problem I face this nigh,&lt;br&gt;
My crippled heart is an aching sigh&lt;br&gt;
My soul it reaches to only but you&lt;br&gt;
Help me Lord if thou wilt do.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Hold me father as I cry my tears&lt;br&gt;
Unforgiving of sin, I cry out in fear&lt;br&gt;
Too many doubts about the journey thus far&lt;br&gt;
Hold me Lord, on your promised Star.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;I yearn for freedom, for normal in mind&lt;br&gt;
Tighter it goes, like clockwork I wind&lt;br&gt;
Increasing the pressure of a sprung metal coil,&lt;br&gt;
Daily it happens, and daily my toil.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;I know I can cling to the promise of yours&lt;br&gt;
Of never leaving or forsaking what's yours&lt;br&gt;
And I cling to this promise, and hold on to it tight&lt;br&gt;
It will help me get through, the rest of this night.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/13/my_cry~796212/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/13/my_cry~796212/</link><pubDate>Sat, 13 May 2006 12:52:55 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Oh what a life</title><description>	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Oh what a life we lead&lt;br&gt;
We yearn to struggle and succeed,&lt;br&gt;
Telling ourselves it is what we need,&lt;br&gt;
Oh what a life driven by greed.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;This simple life plods on and on,&lt;br&gt;
And people forget about the life that's gone,&lt;br&gt;
Content in living just for fun,&lt;br&gt;
Man and Sin, together as one. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;And the Truth is disappearing fast,&lt;br&gt;
Counting the days, as if it won't last,&lt;br&gt;
"Don't bother me now, I'm having a blast,&lt;br&gt;
What!! The Truth, thats all in the past,"&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;And man searches for what isn't there,&lt;br&gt;
Alone with his Sin, feeling uncomfortably bare,&lt;br&gt;
And Man says, "I don't," And yet he really does care,&lt;br&gt;
Oh What a Life!!!! &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/09/oh_what_a_life~786389/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/09/oh_what_a_life~786389/</link><pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2006 12:15:10 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Middle Ground</title><description>	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Are you sitting alone, or standing about?&lt;br&gt;
Would you rather stay inside, or rather go out?&lt;br&gt;
Are you at the crossroads of life, and just plain stuck?&lt;br&gt;
Would you rather go this way, or rather go that?&lt;br&gt;
Are you sitting it out, just where you're sat?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;You have choices to make, about which way to go,&lt;br&gt;
Down the rivers of life, and where you should row,&lt;br&gt;
Stand up and be counted gainst God's Holy flock,&lt;br&gt;
Through the storms of the tempest, you'll stand as rock&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Place your feet on dry land, where you'll make your new home&lt;br&gt;
With God at your side, you are never alone,&lt;br&gt;
So make your direction, and make it with speed,&lt;br&gt;
To the foot of our Lord, It's Him that you need!! &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/09/middle_ground~786369/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/09/middle_ground~786369/</link><pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2006 12:09:56 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Song</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Inspired from the Sainsbury's ad a few years ago&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Song&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Sing to the Lord&lt;br&gt;
A different song&lt;br&gt;
Make it glorious&lt;br&gt;
And Oh, so long&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Add all the harmonies&lt;br&gt;
Of unsung years,&lt;br&gt;
And mix it slightly,&lt;br&gt;
Make it music to his ears,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Add the flavoring&lt;br&gt;
Of our own weak hearts,&lt;br&gt;
Being submissive to His Laws,&lt;br&gt;
Right from the start,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Proclaim all our Guilt&lt;br&gt;
And ask the Lord to come in,&lt;br&gt;
Realizing for once,&lt;br&gt;
The blemished scent, of Sin.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/02/song~770696/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/02/song~770696/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 May 2006 14:39:50 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>The Unknown Soldier</title><description>	&lt;p class="center"&gt;If I was a soldier&lt;br&gt;
On the trodden fields of War&lt;br&gt;
And if I was a Captain&lt;br&gt;
With armoured Troops before&lt;br&gt;
And if I was engulfed&lt;br&gt;
In a trench knee deep in mud&lt;br&gt;
Then my idea of life&lt;br&gt;
Should be well understood&lt;br&gt;
And so a calm contemplation&lt;br&gt;
Comes about me&lt;br&gt;
Sinking in the mud&lt;br&gt;
Bullets flying over me&lt;br&gt;
And I sense to sing a melody&lt;br&gt;
Of timely rhyme and reason&lt;br&gt;
Of a reassuring hope&lt;br&gt;
That is given to all this Season&lt;br&gt;
And as I fight for Life&lt;br&gt;
On the Front Line of War&lt;br&gt;
A life so miserable&lt;br&gt;
As I fight for God, King and Corps&lt;br&gt;
Although I see my comrades&lt;br&gt;
Fight a War such as this&lt;br&gt;
I feel a calm contemplation,&lt;br&gt;
Yes, Eternal bliss,&lt;br&gt;
So from the Front Line&lt;br&gt;
I write a section just for thee&lt;br&gt;
And all I ask is for Peace and Love&lt;br&gt;
And just to remember me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/02/the_unknown_soldier~770673/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/05/02/the_unknown_soldier~770673/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 May 2006 14:29:55 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Closer Lord</title><description>	&lt;p class="center"&gt;
Lord bring me closer&lt;br&gt;
Closer to that Eternal Love&lt;br&gt;
Which abounds in fulness&lt;br&gt;
Lord, please, if you would&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;So I beckon thee of refreshment,&lt;br&gt;
I plea&lt;br&gt;
From down in the darkness,&lt;br&gt;
Onto bended knee&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;For acknowledgement of love&lt;br&gt;
Is always relief&lt;br&gt;
Refresh this servant Lord,&lt;br&gt;
Of his grief.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;And so I'll continue to love&lt;br&gt;
Only you&lt;br&gt;
And to keep you Commands&lt;br&gt;
Like you want me to&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;For Love in me&lt;br&gt;
Is to keep all the while&lt;br&gt;
Its the utmost commitment,&lt;br&gt;
In that extra mile.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/04/30/closer_lord~766967/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/04/30/closer_lord~766967/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Apr 2006 20:13:48 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Crucified Love</title><description>	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Jesus Christ, the Lord of lives&lt;br&gt;
Gave up his reign and chose to die&lt;br&gt;
In place of all who would come to him&lt;br&gt;
And acknowledge the fact that they had sin&lt;br&gt;
And so we celebrate this Easter time&lt;br&gt;
Acknowledging the Love that was so Divine&lt;br&gt;
We worship the King who died on a tree&lt;br&gt;
So that we as a people might be set free&lt;br&gt;
And God made man a likeness of his own&lt;br&gt;
The Lord knew this as his whole body groaned&lt;br&gt;
Love immeasurable, we cannot conceive&lt;br&gt;
To pontificate, understand or even perceive&lt;br&gt;
It was Love that held him high up there&lt;br&gt;
Not the nails or the jeers, it was a Love that cared&lt;br&gt;
A Love so immeasurable, it stands the test of time&lt;br&gt;
This Love held him there, this man with no crime&lt;br&gt;
And all about him the people rejoiced&lt;br&gt;
Killing our Lord with laughter in their voice&lt;br&gt;
Together as one, they cheered with delight&lt;br&gt;
Knowing in their hearts, that their Law was right&lt;br&gt;
Stripped of his clothes and naked in their sight&lt;br&gt;
So that we might be clothed in raiment of white&lt;br&gt;
And the Lord hung there, on that guilty cross of shame&lt;br&gt;
Bleeding and dying, a man with no blame&lt;br&gt;
He was made to look, like a fool on a hill&lt;br&gt;
And he hung there and he bled there loving us still&lt;br&gt;
And Heaven denied him and Earth denied him too&lt;br&gt;
In spiritual darkness was this man for you&lt;br&gt;
And Jesus cried out for his Father whom he loved&lt;br&gt;
The farthest corner of  heaven, that's where his Father stood&lt;br&gt;
The pain he went through was nothing compared&lt;br&gt;
To the abandonment he felt from his Father he shared&lt;br&gt;
Forsaken from God and darkness in the land&lt;br&gt;
Spiritual destitution, was all he had at hand&lt;br&gt;
He bore the whole of Hell, on his shoulders for all the Earth&lt;br&gt;
And he suffered and he loved to give us second Birth&lt;br&gt;
He hung his head and cried out in vain&lt;br&gt;
What an act of Love for the sake of our name&lt;br&gt;
And three days later the Lord rose up again&lt;br&gt;
With no pain and no suffering and no shame&lt;br&gt;
He's victorious over Death, which can't keep him down&lt;br&gt;
Victorious over sins and triumphant is the sound&lt;br&gt;
And we rejoice in it in the Grace that we've found&lt;br&gt;
The fantastic part is Jesus, and he is still around&lt;br&gt;
And so the Blood it runs so thick and free&lt;br&gt;
Just as his Love does for you and for me.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/04/30/crucified_love~766959/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/04/30/crucified_love~766959/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Apr 2006 20:10:40 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Giant Despair</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;For those of you in the know, this was written after reading Pilgrims Progress.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;This is the story of  Giant Despair,&lt;br&gt;
Someone in your life, you've to be very aware,&lt;br&gt;
If he catches you sleeping, in the job you're doing,&lt;br&gt;
He will drag you back, and put you to ruin,&lt;br&gt;
You have to brave the storm and not to sleep,&lt;br&gt;
Or Giant Despair, will upon you creep,&lt;br&gt;
And take you back to his Giant lair,&lt;br&gt;
When trouble will come, and you'll be deeply scared,&lt;br&gt;
This happened to the pilgrims in this tale,&lt;br&gt;
Who slept through the storm, the wind and the hail,&lt;br&gt;
Only to find themselves sleeping the day,&lt;br&gt;
Woken up, dragged off, and have nothing to say,&lt;br&gt;
And down in the dungeon where the rats smelled fear,&lt;br&gt;
Were Christian and Hopeful, who had both shed a tear,&lt;br&gt;
Knowing inside of the foolish thing they'd done,&lt;br&gt;
Of sleeping the night and into the morning sun,&lt;br&gt;
And the Giant unbolted the great iron door,&lt;br&gt;
Presumably he had done so many times before,&lt;br&gt;
With a club in his hands he beat them hard,&lt;br&gt;
He left them battered, and slammed the door, real hard,&lt;br&gt;
Left with their sorrow, and left with their pain,&lt;br&gt;
They weren't going to make this foolish mistake again,&lt;br&gt;
They should have fought onwards through the wind and the rain,&lt;br&gt;
But all they could think about, was the Giant who brought them pain,&lt;br&gt;
Next day the Giant walked in with amazement in his eye,&lt;br&gt;
He had beaten them enough and expected them both to die,&lt;br&gt;
He told them, they were never, no never going to escape,&lt;br&gt;
If they tried indeed, both the pilgrims he would break,&lt;br&gt;
If they did not wish to die, as they hadn't had no food,&lt;br&gt;
He offered them poison, that they should wisely use,&lt;br&gt;
Then Christian begged and pleaded with this Giant,&lt;br&gt;
That he would have mercy, and asked him, to relent,&lt;br&gt;
And the Giant was mad, and could have beaten them up,&lt;br&gt;
But in the bright summer weather, he found his strength was spent,&lt;br&gt;
The Giant then left, and they both began to brood,&lt;br&gt;
What shall we do, we are going to die, for lack of food,&lt;br&gt;
If the Giant is ill, maybe, just maybe, he won't lock the door,&lt;br&gt;
The King may show us a way of escape, let us wait a little more,&lt;br&gt;
That evening the Giant thundered down once again,&lt;br&gt;
Only to find them not dead,,, only in a lot of pain,&lt;br&gt;
Despair was very angry, and had some terrible words to say,&lt;br&gt;
And as Christian looked and heard, poor Christian fainted away,&lt;br&gt;
In the morning the Giant dragged them both to the open yard,&lt;br&gt;
There was bones of pilgrims, from places near and far,&lt;br&gt;
It surely was indeed, the most dreadful sight they'd seen,&lt;br&gt;
He was going to kill them said the Giant with an enormous beam,&lt;br&gt;
Then he beat them, he beat them black and blue,&lt;br&gt;
And the poor pilgrims did not know what they were going to do,&lt;br&gt;
Now Christian,,, had the Key of Promise, about himself,&lt;br&gt;
Which he had forgotten about, such as his despair, of spiritual health,&lt;br&gt;
They both began to pray, their prayer to the King,&lt;br&gt;
They prayed to him earnestly, of Despairs downfall He would bring,&lt;br&gt;
And the King heard of his little pilgrims plight,&lt;br&gt;
And then sent out an angel, to see them, clothed in raiment bright,&lt;br&gt;
The angel then whispered words into Christians ear,&lt;br&gt;
Although Christian did not see him, Christian did hear,&lt;br&gt;
And he remembered that Discretion, had given him a key,&lt;br&gt;
And that it would open every lock, and undoubtedly set them free,&lt;br&gt;
The Giant upon hearing their escape, pounded upon the stair,&lt;br&gt;
But the Giant fell heavily to the ground, within the Giants lair,&lt;br&gt;
The Giant lay upon the ground as they managed to get free,&lt;br&gt;
And they ran across the meadows, for their king they were going to see,&lt;br&gt;
This is a chapter, in a Christians walk in time,&lt;br&gt;
Making us aware, as we fight the front line,&lt;br&gt;
There are pitfalls abundant, in our journey to the King,&lt;br&gt;
Be aware at all times, for in his name we should cling.
 &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/04/30/giant_despair~766950/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/04/30/giant_despair~766950/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Apr 2006 20:08:04 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>A Friend</title><description>	&lt;p class="center"&gt;A friend of pleasure that I count but gain&lt;br&gt;
A soul of leisure that yields no pain&lt;br&gt;
A fragment of time I haven't shared in vain&lt;br&gt;
A friend that I've loved still the same&lt;br&gt;
A counsellor of woe out of a troublesome mind&lt;br&gt;
A caresser of feelings that is soothing and kind&lt;br&gt;
A friend in a billion I think you'll find&lt;br&gt;
That eases all worries time after time&lt;br&gt;
A solitary place where I can go to be free&lt;br&gt;
With me with my friend on bended knee&lt;br&gt;
A fashionable place where I go to be free&lt;br&gt;
Where I sit with my friend, and he hears me&lt;br&gt;
A safer place I have not found&lt;br&gt;
With my head buried close to the ground&lt;br&gt;
A silent whisper can still the sound&lt;br&gt;
Where still and quietness is heard all around&lt;br&gt;
A quiet disregard of the world and its ways&lt;br&gt;
A fortunate time in these last final days&lt;br&gt;
My friend will help me keep the world all away&lt;br&gt;
So my friend will keep by me, and together we'll stay&lt;br&gt;
And in my quietness I see his face on that hill&lt;br&gt;
The face of my Lord loving me still&lt;br&gt;
Knowing the pain, that he paid in full my bill&lt;br&gt;
And knowing inside it was my Fathers will&lt;br&gt;
So captivated and fooled by the world and its wrong&lt;br&gt;
Thinking and believing it was where I belonged&lt;br&gt;
Until I heard of the Lord of him dying on that tree&lt;br&gt;
A sacrifice of Sovereignty, and He did it all for me&lt;br&gt;
He called me to him as he did love me so&lt;br&gt;
He called and he called me and did not let me go&lt;br&gt;
And now the blood has covered, the seeds the world has sown&lt;br&gt;
And the knowledge of his Love, has indeed, been made known&lt;br&gt;
Oh sure, a selfish life indeed was led&lt;br&gt;
The harsh words I had spoken, and the things that I had said&lt;br&gt;
A cold and weary heart was ruled by my head&lt;br&gt;
And the sins of my life indeed, I had surely fed&lt;br&gt;
So cold and weary and sick and sore&lt;br&gt;
My heart wasn't filled and wanted all the more&lt;br&gt;
Blinded by my sin, scrambling on the floor&lt;br&gt;
Until I heard a knocking and scrambled to find the door&lt;br&gt;
And that is when I saw the light as I asked him to come in&lt;br&gt;
The Lord of Heaven and of Earth had covered all my sin&lt;br&gt;
And I saw him in his fullness with Glory all around&lt;br&gt;
And stood still for one moment and hardly made a sound&lt;br&gt;
And so when I speak with my heart open wide&lt;br&gt;
I see my friend there and in him I confide&lt;br&gt;
He'll always be there and in my heart He'll abide&lt;br&gt;
Of course I'll always know, that for me, he chose and died&lt;br&gt;
And I know he became alive, as He lives within my heart&lt;br&gt;
And I know He'll never leave me, or decide to depart&lt;br&gt;
His Love is engraved deep within inside my heart&lt;br&gt;
And now I know I have to stop, so that Jesus can make a start.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/04/30/a_friend~766941/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/04/30/a_friend~766941/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Apr 2006 20:05:00 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Creator</title><description>	&lt;p class="center"&gt;My lord is saviour and King of all Kings&lt;br&gt;
He's my friend and protector and helps me bear all things&lt;br&gt;
He's the King of Creation, the King from the start&lt;br&gt;
He's the Alpha and Omega, He's the King of my heart&lt;br&gt;
He's my Friend and redeemer, a love to behold&lt;br&gt;
He warmed up my heart, that which was cold&lt;br&gt;
He's loyal and honest, Himself can't deny&lt;br&gt;
He's the peace in my heart, a love you can't buy&lt;br&gt;
He stands by his word right from the start&lt;br&gt;
Not like we people who deny things in part&lt;br&gt;
And yet we deny that, and sweep it all up&lt;br&gt;
We say it's not true, and it sounds made up&lt;br&gt;
You cannot get away from the fact that remains&lt;br&gt;
Where did we come from, who, is to blame&lt;br&gt;
There has to be something more than we have&lt;br&gt;
There's got to be more than having a laugh&lt;br&gt;
How do we know what is wrong and what's right&lt;br&gt;
What seperates the darkness from the sunlight&lt;br&gt;
God gave us these things right from his heart&lt;br&gt;
He gave us his Son so we could make a new start&lt;br&gt;
And the Lord brought a smell of heaven&lt;br&gt;
To this world full of fume&lt;br&gt;
And he gave to us His blessed Peace&lt;br&gt;
And yet we say there is no room&lt;br&gt;
And he gave us all a place to live and all Creation too&lt;br&gt;
And he smiles upon us day to day as He reaches out to you&lt;br&gt;
And all the winds the sun and the rain&lt;br&gt;
All sing in harmony as they sing out his name&lt;br&gt;
They sing of Gods goodness to all of Gods glory&lt;br&gt;
To his signature in the Heavens of an untold story&lt;br&gt;
And the wind whispers his name as it blows through theair&lt;br&gt;
And the sun warms up your day getting rid of despair&lt;br&gt;
And then the rain comes, and washes away your thirst&lt;br&gt;
And the cycle starts again,when the clouds heal their burst&lt;br&gt;
And all around you, you see of God's Love&lt;br&gt;
Given to you in fullness from his love up above&lt;br&gt;
Like a painter he paints, all the days that go by&lt;br&gt;
And he loves you and He sees you with his all seeing eye&lt;br&gt;
And so, the Lord gave you a smell of heaven&lt;br&gt;
To savour every day&lt;br&gt;
And the Lord wants you to respond to him&lt;br&gt;
In a most positive way. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/04/30/creator~766358/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/04/30/creator~766358/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Apr 2006 15:15:03 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>The Vine of Love</title><description>	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Its not that long&lt;br&gt;
Your hands caressed mine&lt;br&gt;
Your words of true love&lt;br&gt;
Wrapped my heart in its vine&lt;br&gt;
Your beauty enveloped me&lt;br&gt;
Body and soul&lt;br&gt;
As the vine of your love&lt;br&gt;
Found its way to my soul&lt;br&gt;
In the earlier days&lt;br&gt;
Of your loves first touch&lt;br&gt;
Grew the vine within&lt;br&gt;
And I loved you much&lt;br&gt;
Your eyes, your voice,&lt;br&gt;
Your soul, your mind&lt;br&gt;
Up through the crevices&lt;br&gt;
Your love would wind&lt;br&gt;
Filling the cracks&lt;br&gt;
And the chips of my past&lt;br&gt;
Holding to my heart&lt;br&gt;
So sure and fast&lt;br&gt;
You made me aware&lt;br&gt;
Of your love for me&lt;br&gt;
And in your loving arms&lt;br&gt;
I wanted to be&lt;br&gt;
My rose, my tulip&lt;br&gt;
My loving vine&lt;br&gt;
My heart embraced&lt;br&gt;
In your love devine&lt;br&gt;
I love you so much&lt;br&gt;
My darling wife&lt;br&gt;
I will gladly love you&lt;br&gt;
Through all of my life&lt;br&gt;
You are my meet&lt;br&gt;
My end&lt;br&gt;
My darling friend&lt;br&gt;
My comfort, joy&lt;br&gt;
My ear to lend&lt;br&gt;
My tulip, rose&lt;br&gt;
My loving flower&lt;br&gt;
To you my all&lt;br&gt;
My trust empower.&lt;br&gt;
So until our end&lt;br&gt;
Or our Lords return&lt;br&gt;
Only for you love&lt;br&gt;
Will my love still burn.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/04/30/the_vine_of_love~766351/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/04/30/the_vine_of_love~766351/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Apr 2006 15:11:15 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Prayerless Day</title><description>	&lt;p class="center"&gt;I sit down and close my eyes&lt;br&gt;
And my thoughts just drift away&lt;br&gt;
Drifting across the stars and Galaxies&lt;br&gt;
Thoughts of yesterday&lt;br&gt;
I think of how it was that I&lt;br&gt;
Could behave in such a way&lt;br&gt;
Reacting on emmotions tide&lt;br&gt;
From what the people say&lt;br&gt;
I bow my head in despair of this&lt;br&gt;
I am ashamed to say&lt;br&gt;
Yesterday was not a breeze&lt;br&gt;
That gently blew away&lt;br&gt;
I learned of Maturity&lt;br&gt;
From the wise man in the street&lt;br&gt;
Then I did not show it,&lt;br&gt;
Am I too slow to teach&lt;br&gt;
I am placed within an environment&lt;br&gt;
With foes on every side&lt;br&gt;
And I begin to let myself down again&lt;br&gt;
As my mouth opens wide&lt;br&gt;
I bow my head in despair of this&lt;br&gt;
Of  the yesterday that was&lt;br&gt;
A prayerless morning had come and gone&lt;br&gt;
That is why because&lt;br&gt;
And I scream in indignation&lt;br&gt;
In my fight against the foe&lt;br&gt;
And my chip atop my shoulder&lt;br&gt;
Will not seem to go&lt;br&gt;
I sit alone in silence&lt;br&gt;
With the quiet all around&lt;br&gt;
Soon will come the morning&lt;br&gt;
When darkness runs aground&lt;br&gt;
My head is bowed in despair of this&lt;br&gt;
Will Christ help me, turn away from this&lt;br&gt;
And so it is with relief I say&lt;br&gt;
That I have wrestled long and hard&lt;br&gt;
And my pain is put at ease now&lt;br&gt;
With my wrestling with the Lord&lt;br&gt;
And I do not want to waste this day&lt;br&gt;
And shame my Lord again&lt;br&gt;
I have put my finest armour on&lt;br&gt;
I am now ready for the same  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/04/30/prayerless_day~766340/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/04/30/prayerless_day~766340/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Apr 2006 15:06:35 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Vanity Fair</title><description>	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Are you searching for that certain something&lt;br&gt;
That will make your life complete&lt;br&gt;
Or are you trying to find the Answer&lt;br&gt;
To make your dreams seem sweet &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Are you searching for a reason&lt;br&gt;
That makes the day fly by&lt;br&gt;
Summer Winter, Spring and Autumn&lt;br&gt;
Go through your fleeting sigh &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Maybe the World will have the Answer&lt;br&gt;
To the Questions that you find&lt;br&gt;
Swooping and diving in every direction&lt;br&gt;
Questions of every kind &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;The World will try and numb you&lt;br&gt;
Into forgetting they're even there&lt;br&gt;
Come and join the fun and frolics,&lt;br&gt;
Here at Vanity fair &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;You'll be greeted by new horizons&lt;br&gt;
And goals atop a hill&lt;br&gt;
You'll search for new and wanted goods,&lt;br&gt;
To give a moments thrill &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;This fair will hold up treasures&lt;br&gt;
Like never seen before&lt;br&gt;
This Fair will tell you what you need,&lt;br&gt;
It's what you're looking for &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;And the Fair will hold up countless things&lt;br&gt;
To capture you're attention&lt;br&gt;
You will happily go along with it&lt;br&gt;
Too many times to mention &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;And as you stop and look around&lt;br&gt;
You'll see the hearts of men&lt;br&gt;
Relishing themselves in evil deeds&lt;br&gt;
Over and Over again &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;You will know that in your own heart&lt;br&gt;
That this is all too wrong&lt;br&gt;
Trapped within this Fair of sorts&lt;br&gt;
You see you're weak, it's strong &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;And so you take your stride so easy&lt;br&gt;
In this modern Day to day&lt;br&gt;
But my friend it soon will stop and cease&lt;br&gt;
And the rest be taken away &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Now, we all have been given&lt;br&gt;
The greatest gift of all&lt;br&gt;
To every man woman and child,&lt;br&gt;
To all, both young and all &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;This Gift my friend is Jesus&lt;br&gt;
He died to save our plight&lt;br&gt;
He set us free from darkness&lt;br&gt;
And gave us all new light &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;So, let this Gift of life,&lt;br&gt;
Change you from within&lt;br&gt;
And once you see his glory&lt;br&gt;
You will realise where you've been &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Vanity Fair has kept you&lt;br&gt;
From the Glory that you'll find&lt;br&gt;
And all your questions will be answered,&lt;br&gt;
And released from your mind &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;This world it seems, has kept you&lt;br&gt;
From knowing the risen Lord&lt;br&gt;
And kept you far away from Him&lt;br&gt;
So all the more ignored &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;This Lord He came and died&lt;br&gt;
And hung upon a tree&lt;br&gt;
To shine the light of life&lt;br&gt;
For all, for you and me &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;He defeated Death and Conquered it&lt;br&gt;
To save us from our Sin&lt;br&gt;
He'll cover yours as well my friend&lt;br&gt;
Just ask Him to come in, &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;It is this Sin that's dangerous&lt;br&gt;
As we flirt around with it&lt;br&gt;
We may never know the Love of God&lt;br&gt;
If we never once submit &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;And it seems to hold us back&lt;br&gt;
From these choices that we make&lt;br&gt;
Are you for the Lord or not,&lt;br&gt;
My friend your Soul's at stake
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/04/30/vanity_fair~766335/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/04/30/vanity_fair~766335/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Apr 2006 15:04:47 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Backslider</title><description>	&lt;p class="center"&gt;
I can hear my final calling&lt;br&gt;
To my final resting place&lt;br&gt;
The years of torture will be over&lt;br&gt;
With this life no more to waste &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;I branded myself a "Hypocrite"&lt;br&gt;
As myself I looked upon,&lt;br&gt;
The lies and all the deceit,&lt;br&gt;
My Lord,,,,, the devil has won &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;But I know that I am saved,&lt;br&gt;
And set free from my plight,&lt;br&gt;
But after all the years of torture,&lt;br&gt;
I have given up the fight &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;I need to count my blessings&lt;br&gt;
And sort them one by one&lt;br&gt;
And when the counting's over&lt;br&gt;
The counting will be done &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;Both my eyes have clouded vision,&lt;br&gt;
As I fake my Love for God&lt;br&gt;
My heart is clouding over,&lt;br&gt;
And all I see is fog &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;I appear in Church quite frequently,&lt;br&gt;
To search for what I've lost&lt;br&gt;
To climb that hill backwards,&lt;br&gt;
At such an incredible cost &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;But until I stop the world,&lt;br&gt;
And playing with earthly things&lt;br&gt;
I will always be discontented,&lt;br&gt;
Until he is,,,&lt;br&gt;
My Everything.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/04/30/backslider~766326/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/04/30/backslider~766326/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Apr 2006 15:01:21 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>The King is Coming</title><description>	&lt;p class="center"&gt;From the beginning of time when the world was made&lt;br&gt;
When man had grown selfish, and the pleasures he craved,&lt;br&gt;
Our King in the Heavens, and His one and only Son,&lt;br&gt;
Saw the plight of mans sin, and knew what had to be done.&lt;br&gt;
From the beginning of time, the path was prepared,&lt;br&gt;
For a King to be born with no Sin to bare,&lt;br&gt;
The King of course was the Lord Jesus Christ,&lt;br&gt;
To be born of a Virgin, and save man from his plight.&lt;br&gt;
So God from the Heavens, looked down to earth,&lt;br&gt;
And saw the virgin Mary, a woman of worth,&lt;br&gt;
He sent the Angel Gabriel, to a town in Galilee,&lt;br&gt;
To bring God's news to Mary, the favored one he'd see.&lt;br&gt;
Mary was greatly troubled, and wondered of the greeting,&lt;br&gt;
A great and substantial shock, of an Angel she was meeting,&lt;br&gt;
The Angel then gave news to her, of the coming of a Son,&lt;br&gt;
Mary did not understand this news, as no wrong had she done.&lt;br&gt;
The Angel then explained to her, of the power of the LORD,&lt;br&gt;
That nothing is impossible, there was nothing untoward,&lt;br&gt;
Mary buckled,,,, As she realized, and truly understood,&lt;br&gt;
She answered to the Angel, as only a servant could.&lt;br&gt;
Mary told the Angel, "May it be, as you have said,"&lt;br&gt;
Once these words were spoken, the angel then left,&lt;br&gt;
Mary had been blessed, as she had truly believed,&lt;br&gt;
Soon to give birth to a Son, Jesus the Nazarene.&lt;br&gt;
The bringer of hope and the bringer of peace,&lt;br&gt;
The settler of all worries, and misery to cease,&lt;br&gt;
This is the beginning of a story of Love,&lt;br&gt;
Of GOD sending Jesus, being sent from above!!&lt;br&gt;
So Jesus was born, in a soft manger bed,&lt;br&gt;
Just as the Old Testament prophets, had said,&lt;br&gt;
Away in the fields keeping watch on their sheep,&lt;br&gt;
Shepherds by night, trying their best not to sleep,&lt;br&gt;
Suddenly an Angel appeared, and Glory shone around them,&lt;br&gt;
And gave them news of a King, who waited in Bethlehem,&lt;br&gt;
After this the Angel left, as they talked with each other,&lt;br&gt;
They then went to Bethlehem, for their King to discover.&lt;br&gt;
They found the Man-child, just as been told,&lt;br&gt;
Wrapped up warm in clothes, to keep out the cold,&lt;br&gt;
The shepherds then went out, and spread the whole word,&lt;br&gt;
And all the people were amazed, of what they had heard.&lt;br&gt;
This has been the story of the birth of our Lord,&lt;br&gt;
Someone who is to be cherished, Loved and adored,&lt;br&gt;
So whilst Christ, our Lord, was walking on this earth,&lt;br&gt;
He touched many hearts, to give them second birth.&lt;br&gt;
There are many, many, mighty acts of love, He has done,&lt;br&gt;
And many, many, peoples hearts, He's so rightly won.&lt;br&gt;
And now He's up in Heaven, the life we still yet breathe,&lt;br&gt;
Is given us to glorify, and worship endlessly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/04/30/the_king_is_coming~766307/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://christianpoet.blog.co.uk/2006/04/30/the_king_is_coming~766307/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Apr 2006 14:53:23 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>The Testimony</title><description>	&lt;p class="center"&gt; Working away on a bare factory floor&lt;br&gt;
No real friends had I got no future in store&lt;br&gt;
Nobody liked me, I can't blame them you see&lt;br&gt;
I was selfish and immature, I cared only for me&lt;br&gt;
I could win fights with words, no problem at all&lt;br&gt;
Finding peoples weak point, that was my goal&lt;br&gt;
I got my kicks from all this, why, I haven't a clue&lt;br&gt;
I think I wanted to be hated between me and you&lt;br&gt;
I would hold my head high when people looked on,&lt;br&gt;
Defiant and cocky, I knew I had won&lt;br&gt;
I didn't need friends, I was a loner till the end&lt;br&gt;
And to be alone in my life, I was willing to spend&lt;br&gt;
But I swore I would change my outlook on life&lt;br&gt;
As it wasn't worth all this trouble and strife&lt;br&gt;
But I couldn't, I was stuck in a rut, and I couldn't get out&lt;br&gt;
Alone in my world I wondered about life and whats it about&lt;br&gt;
I knew a guy at work, he was a Christian of the deepest intent&lt;br&gt;
He was morally upright and he said what he meant&lt;br&gt;
I'd see him taunted of his conviction on the shop floor&lt;br&gt;
He'd smile and walk courteously out of the door&lt;br&gt;
Unlike me, I would have gone for the kill&lt;br&gt;
I had trouble in keeping my stubborn toungue still&lt;br&gt;
I built up my courage and walked over to him&lt;br&gt;
I didn't know at the time I was convicted of sin&lt;br&gt;
I asked him this, is life mapped out&lt;br&gt;
And if its so, please tell, whats it all about&lt;br&gt;
He looked at me curiously we hadn't spoken for ages&lt;br&gt;
"Yes in a way", he said, "Look at these pages"&lt;br&gt;
The pages belonged to the book of the LORD,&lt;br&gt;
He explained what they meant, and, he meant every word&lt;br&gt;
He showed me Romans 8 verse 28&lt;br&gt;
And I couldn't get enough, we talked until late,&lt;br&gt;
The next day I walked in, with questions in my mind&lt;br&gt;
What about "Adam and Eve, the Dinosaurs, the fall of mankind"&lt;br&gt;
He answered every question, I never questioned the Book,&lt;br&gt;
I took it as the word of God, and worth a second look&lt;br&gt;
He asked, what was stopping me from being born again,&lt;br&gt;
I hadn't got a clue, but I couldn't answer then,&lt;br&gt;
I rummaged round my head, for something to conflict&lt;br&gt;
You worh, get married, grow old and die,,, thats it!&lt;br&gt;
The Bible added a new dimension though, a light I hadn't seen&lt;br&gt;
I walked through endless pages, places I hadn't been&lt;br&gt;
He said, "God loves you, and wants you to follow him"&lt;br&gt;
And automatically, life didn't seem to be quite so dim,&lt;br&gt;
So on that night in 84, I gave my life to God,&lt;br&gt;
I realised where I was before him, I realised where I stood&lt;br&gt;
I was a Sinner to the utmost degree&lt;br&gt;
Thats why Christ had to die on that bloodstained tree&lt;br&gt;
The next day, I told my new Brother at what I had done,&lt;br&gt;
Well pleased He was, then taught what was to come,&lt;br&gt;
Subject to ridicule and the expense of their jeers,&lt;br&gt;
Hold these problems up to Christ, and he will definitely hear.&lt;br&gt;
I didn't gain any friends as I had really wanted&lt;br&gt;
I was jeered, laughed at, pushed and taunted,&lt;br&gt;
I had a new "Adversary" to deal with I hadn't counted on&lt;br&gt;
But the problems I had I held up to Gods Son,&lt;br&gt;
And if I hold fast to the cross and give Jesus my all&lt;br&gt;
I'm less likely to sway and less likely to fall&lt;br&gt;
As a Christian goes, I've fallen quite a lot&lt;br&gt;
But what picks me up is the love that I've got&lt;br&gt;
I still haven't many friends, just me and my dog&lt;br&gt;
The friendship, the love of "JESUS CHRIST", and the whole family of God&lt;/p&gt;
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