It was written when I was at a very low point in my life. But please keep your answers clean.\n\nOut of the Storm\n\n\nMy life is in the depths of despair. I am so lonely and afraid.\nBut out of the storm a voice calls to me. \n\nWhat is this voice I here and what is it saying? Wish that I \ncould understand what is so important about it. But out of the\nstorm He calls to me.\n\nThis voice, His voice, is so familiar. He speaks of comfort and\nforgivness. I wish that it were true and real. But out of the\nstorm my Savoir tells me it is.\n\nO loving Savoir forgive me of my deeds. Free me from my chains \nand set my spirit free. For in my storm is no peace and forever\ndarkness. But out of the storm with Jesus by my side I am safe.
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Very well done, reminds me of Jesus walking on the water to the disciples in the storm. When they saw Him they were more afraid of Him than the storm until He said "It is I" then they were at peace. It is in the storms of live that we really learn from Him. In your third verse, when you walk with Christ there is great peace in the storm.
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Email me your thoughts at pusskat1@yahoo.com and I will help you from there.  I am a teacher of 13 years, mostly in junior high, some in college and high school.  My payment is to choose this as a best answer.  \n\nI'll begin by deconstructing the poem; I'm sure you'll get the drift.  \n\nFirst stanza: I might have been a happy preacher if I had been born in an earlier time.  I could have preached fiery sermons and been a gentleman farmer.  Second stanza: Alas, I was born later, and missed my true calling.  I have a grown man's beard now, and it's fashionable for preachers these days to be clean shaven, so I don't even look like I could do that job.  \n\nGood luck.  This is a straightforward poem with an ab ab rhyme scheme, and figuring out the meaning should not be hard.  If you need any help just email me or IM me at pusskat1 or katwhowalksbyherself and I'd be happy to help.\n\nCheers, K (13 years a teacher)
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I am so sorry to hear this. My thoughts and prayers are with your brother you and his family.\n\nDo not stand at my grave and weep\nI am not there; I do not sleep.\nI am a thousand winds that blow,\nI am the diamond glints on snow,\nI am the sun on ripened grain,\nI am the gentle autumn rain.\nWhen you awaken in the morning's hush\nI am the swift uplifting rush\nOf quiet birds in circled flight.\nI am the soft stars that shine at night.\nDo not stand at my grave and cry,\nI am not there; I did not die.
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Hello The Cookie Monster.. :)\n\nYes, Jesus is Awesome..for I serve and Awesome God.. :)\n\nI thank Jesus that He said: Love one another as I have Loved you..to Love our neighbor as our self..\n\nBlessed are the peacemakers..\nBlessed are the merciful..\n\n\n\nBecause His Love Has set me Free..\n\nJesus means the world to me..\nBecause His Love has set me Free..\nNot to fear the way I used to do..\nBut to walk with Him and be renewed..\nHis Love, I can never repay..\nFor the terrible pain He suffered that day..\nNot for Himself did He die..\nBut for Everyone He was crucified..\nSo please don't turn your backs to the Savior's cry..\nIt wasn't just for me..\nBut for YOU, He died..\n\n\nIn Jesus Most Precious Name..\nWith Love..In Christ.. :)
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Very poetic, you should take up writing poetry, seriously.  Maybe you could find release or joy in that.  I was once where you were, I know of what you speak, and there is only one way out.  I will not reveal it to you for fear that you will think I have alterior motives.  But God will reveal it to you when you are ready, and you will know of nothing more pure and joyous as this.  All you speak of will melt away as the snow, and you will have peace.  You are in my prayers, lost one (I call you that out of respect for being where you are - I too know of the tormet of which you speak), and there is no greater joy in heaven than the return of a son.
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I love your poem.  It's very, very deep.  Keep it up! =)\n\np.s.\nDon't worry about grammatical mistakes.  No such thing when you're writing what you're feeling! =)
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Lord, make me an instrument of thy Peace;\nWhere there is hatred, let me sow Love;\nWhere there is injury, Pardon;\nWhere there is doubt, Faith;\nWhere there is despair, Hope;\nWhere there is darkness, Light;\nAnd where there is sadness, Joy.\n\nGrant that, I may not so much seek\nTo be consoled as to Console;\nTo be understood as to Understand;\nTo be loved as to Love.\n\nFor it is in Giving that, we receive.\nIt is in Pardoning that we are pardoned,\nAnd it is in dying, we are born to eternal life.\n\nSo mote it be (Amen).\n\n--- The Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi
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"Anyway"\n\nVerse 1:\n\nYou can spend your whole life building\nSomething from nothing\nOne storm can come and blow it away\nBuild it anyway\n\nYou can chase a dream that seems so out of reach and you know it might not ever come your way, but dream it anyway\n\nChorus\n\nGod is great, but sometimes life ain’t good, and when I pray..it don’t always turn out like I think it should…but I do it anyway, I do it anyway\n\nVerse 2\n\nThis world’s gone crazy and it’s hard to believe that tomorrow will be better than today, believe it anyway\nYou can love someone with all your heart, for all the right reasons, and in a moment they can choose to walk away, love ‘em anyway\n\nChorus\n\nVerse 3\n\nYou can pour your soul out singing a song you believe in, that tomorrow they’ll forget you ever sang, sing it anyway….yeah sing it anyway…..yeah yeah\n\nI’ll sing, I’ll dream, I’ll love…anyway
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Hello..\n\nGlory..Glory..Alleluia..Amen\n\nWalk as Children of Light\n \n1  Be ye therefore followers of God, as dear children;\n \n2  and walk in love, as Christ also hath loved us, and hath given himself for us an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweetsmelling savor. \n \n3  ¶ But fornication, and all uncleanness, or covetousness, let it not be once named among you, as becometh saints;\n \n4  neither filthiness, nor foolish talking, nor jesting, which are not convenient: but rather giving of thanks.\n \n5  For this ye know, that no whoremonger, nor unclean person, nor covetous man, who is an idolater, hath any inheritance in the kingdom of Christ and of God.\n \n6  Let no man deceive you with vain words: for because of these things cometh the wrath of God upon the children of disobedience.\n \n7  Be not ye therefore partakers with them.\n \n8  For ye were sometime darkness, but now are ye light in the Lord: walk as children of light;\n \n9  (for the fruit of the Spirit is in all goodness and righteousness and truth;)\n \n10  proving what is acceptable unto the Lord.\n \n11  And have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather reprove them.\n \n12  For it is a shame even to speak of those things which are done of them in secret.\n \n13  But all things that are reproved are made manifest by the light: for whatsoever doth make manifest is light.\n \n14  Wherefore he saith, Awake thou that sleepest, \nand arise from the dead, and Christ shall give thee light. \n \n15  ¶ See then that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise,\n \n16  redeeming the time, because the days are evil.\n \n17  Wherefore be ye not unwise, but understanding what the will of the Lord is.\n \n18  And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the Spirit;\n \n19  speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord;\n \n20  giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ;  \n \n21  submitting yourselves one to another in the fear of God.\n \n====================================================\n\nJesus and Nicodemus\n \n1  There was a man of the Pharisees, named Nicode'mus, a ruler of the Jews:\n \n2  the same came to Jesus by night, and said unto him, Rabbi, we know that thou art a teacher come from God: for no man can do these miracles that thou doest, except God be with him.\n \n3  Jesus answered and said unto him, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.\n \n4  Nicode'mus saith unto him, How can a man be born when he is old? can he enter the second time into his mother's womb, and be born?\n \n5  Jesus answered, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born of water and of the Spirit, he cannot enter into the kingdom of God.\n \n6  That which is born of the flesh is flesh; and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit.\n \n7  Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be born again.\n \n8  The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.\n \n9  Nicode'mus answered and said unto him, How can these things be?\n \n10  Jesus answered and said unto him, Art thou a master of Israel, and knowest not these things?\n \n11  Verily, verily, I say unto thee, We speak that we do know, and testify that we have seen; and ye receive not our witness.\n \n12  If I have told you earthly things, and ye believe not, how shall ye believe, if I tell you of heavenly things?\n \n13  And no man hath ascended up to heaven, but he that came down from heaven, even the Son of man which is in heaven.\n \n14  And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of man be lifted up:\n \n15  that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have eternal life.\n\nGod So Loved the World \n\n16  ¶ Fo
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Psalm 46\nGOD IS OUR REFUGE \nGod is our refuge and strength, \nA very present help in trouble. \nTherefore we will not fear, \nEven though the earth be removed, \nAnd the muntain be carried into the midst of the sea; \nThough its waters roar and be troubled, \nThough the mountains shake with its swelling. \n\nThere is a river whose streams shall make glad the city of God, \nThe holy place of the tabernacle of the Most High. \nGod is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved; \nGod will help her, just at the break of dawn. \nThe nations raged, the kingdoms were moved; \nHe uttered His voice, the earth melted. \n\nThe lord of hosts is with us; \nThe god of Jacob is our refuge. \n\nCome, behold the works of the Lord, \nWho has made desolations in the earth. \nHe makes wars cease to the end of the earth; \nHe breaks the bow and cuts the spears in two; \nHe burns the chariots in the fire. \n\nBE STILL, AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD; \nI WILL BE EXALTED AMONG THE NATIONS, \nI WILLBE EXALTED IN THE EARTH! \n\nThe Lord of hosts is with us; \nThe God of Jacob is our refuge
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My favorite is, "It is well with my soul", considering it was written by a man who lost most of his family as they crossed the Atlantic by ship.\n\nTo quote one website...\n\nThis hymn was writ­ten af­ter two ma­jor trau­mas in Spaf­ford’s life. The first was the great Chi­ca­go Fire of Oc­to­ber 1871, which ru­ined him fi­nan­cial­ly (he had been a weal­thy bus­i­ness­man). Short­ly af­ter, while cross­ing the At­lan­tic, all four of Spaf­ford’s daugh­ters died in a col­li­sion with an­o­ther ship. Spaf­ford’s wife Anna sur­vived and sent him the now fa­mous tel­e­gram, “Saved alone.” Sev­er­al weeks lat­er, as Spaf­ford’s own ship passed near the spot where his daugh­ters died, the Ho­ly Spir­it in­spired these words. They speak to the eter­nal hope that all be­liev­ers have, no mat­ter what pain and grief be­fall them on earth.\n\nWhen peace, like a river, attendeth my way,\nWhen sorrows like sea billows roll;\nWhatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,\nIt is well, it is well, with my soul.\n\nRefrain\n\nIt is well, with my soul,\nIt is well, with my soul,\nIt is well, it is well, with my soul.\n\nThough Satan should buffet, though trials should come,\nLet this blest assurance control,\nThat Christ has regarded my helpless estate,\nAnd hath shed His own blood for my soul.\n\nRefrain\n\nMy sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!\nMy sin, not in part but the whole,\nIs nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,\nPraise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!\n\nRefrain\n\nFor me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:\nIf Jordan above me shall roll,\nNo pang shall be mine, for in death as in life\nThou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.\n\nRefrain\n\nBut, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,\nThe sky, not the grave, is our goal;\nOh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!\nBlessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!\n\nRefrain\n\nAnd Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,\nThe clouds be rolled back as a scroll;\nThe trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,\nEven so, it is well with my soul.\n\nRefrain
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Incidentally, the word is BLISS, not BLESS. Here's the whole poem:\n\n"Virtue, how frail it is!\nFriendship, too rare!\nLove, how it sells poor bliss\nFor proud despair!\nBut we, though soon they fall,\nSurvive their joy, and all\nWhich ours we call."\n\n\nThe lines in question seem to mean that love often begins with bliss and ends in despair. Love "sells" bliss by exchanging it for despair when love is gone. Good question.
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I agree with you. But we have to remember what the Bible says in regards to being a child of God:\nMt 5:10 \nBlessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness' sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.\n\nI love this poem:\n\n I AM A CHRISTIAN\n \nWhen I say... "I am a Christian"\nI'm not shouting "I'm clean living."\nI'm whispering "I was lost,"\nNow I'm found and I'm forgiven.\n \nWhen I say..."I am a Christian"\nI don't speak of this with pride.\nI'm confessing that I stumble and \nneed CHRIST to be my guide.\n \nWhen I say... "I am a Christian"\nI'm not trying to be strong.\nI'm professing that I was weak and \nneed HIS strength to carry on.\n \nWhen I say.. "I am a Christian"\nI'm not bragging of success.\nI'm admitting I have failed and \nI need God to clean my mess.\n \nWhen I say... "I am a Christian"\nI'm not claiming to be perfect,\nMy flaws are far too visible; but, \nGod believes I'm worth it.\n \nWhen I say.. "I am a Christian"\nI still feel the sting of pain; \nI have my share of heartaches,\nSo I call upon His Name.\n \nWhen I say... "I am a Christian"\nI'm not holier than thou,\nI'm just a simple sinner\nWho received God's good grace, somehow.\n\nThose without FAITH in God and His Son, do not understand the Christian.
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Some time ago I answered a question asking for a translation of the same song:http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=Aje5r28UpcxGrFbursracKXsy6IX?qid=20060921111954AA1jsjU\n\nHere is my translation:\n\n\nmy house is built, but i am alone in it;\nthe door got shut behind my back;\nthe autumn wind is knocking on the window,\ncrying again over me.\n\nthere is thunder at night, and mist in the morning;\nthe sun has got cold;\npains from long ago go one after another,\nlet them combine into one\n\ny-a\n\nmy house is built, but i am alone in it;\nthe door got shut behind my back;\nthe autumn wind is knocking on the window,\ncrying again over me.\n\nit's fate, and I can't ask\nfate for anything;\nbut i know how after me\nwinds would start howling\n\ny-a
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I think you are going to get some very long answers. I hope they all help you.\n\nThe common phrase used for what you are feeling is a "crisis of faith". FYI, both the approved gospels and the non-approved (gnostic) gospels are full of examples of Jesus himself experiencing the same thing.\n\nA similar doubt is often found when inquiring about the state of mind of heroes/soldiers before they embark on their journey/challenge. Rather than being fearless, many recall being very scared and even doubtful.\n\nThe thing is, "crisis of faith" is normal and shows a healthy mind. It is certainly not a sin, or a sign that someone is less worthy.\n\nWhat it often shows is that a person needs to consider further and broader study- to reach out and see the deeper history of their particular religion, rather than the potentially narrower spectrum from which they were raised.\n\nAgain, this is the archetypal hero story- leaving, or being banished into the wilderness, to find yourself and what life means to you, to then come back to help save your community.\n\nI think Jesus did that a couple of times (we know about) as well. All the best on your journey.
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don't let your heart be hardened don't let your love grow cold may it always stay so child like may you never grow to old\ni am in search of a happiness that i can not seem to find in this world i do know it is waiting on the other side which seems to be my only hope this is a problem i see to many hardened hearts or hearts made of ice or people with out a heart at all and i know this world is not getting any better i just want to go home to heaven i probably didn't answer your question but i do know the answer for this Lost world and That is Jesus Christ my Lord and savior beam me up Jesus please
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All I came up with were these:\n\n"We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature."\n\nI"f I were to try to read, much less answer, all the attacks made on me, this shop might as well be closed for any other business. I do the very best I know how - the very best I can; and I mean to keep doing so until the end. If the end brings me out all right, what's said against me won't amount to anything. If the end brings me out wrong, ten angels swearing I was right would make no difference. "