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 Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2006 7:29 pm
technoyoshi I am, You AreThe butterflies in the air,
Show me that you do care.
The clouds in the sky,
Show that you do cry.
I am a tree,
You are the wind.
You blow me and shape me,
Into a perfect specimen.
The stories that you share,
Show me that you do care.
Creatures from bones that were dry,
Show me that you do cry.
I am the water,
You are the current.
To everywhere, you carry me,
Away from what you weren't.
The creations you dare,
Show me that you do care.
The words you imply,
Show me that you do cry.
I am a plant,
You are the sun.
Through your light,
Oh, the food I have won.This song was inspired by an old hymn that I heard the other day, it was saying something about I am... You are..., but I don't remember the anology. That last verse is inspired by my biology class because we just finished with photosynthesis, and I needed another verse. That's cool when you can see God's glory and design all around us. I like this. smile
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 10:14 pm
A Christmas song, made for the shepherds.
The Shepherds Song
We were in the meadow,
Our sheep and us.
An angel came from nowhere,
And said to not cause a fuss.
"Do not be afraid."
"Good tidings I bring."
"For a child is born."
"In whom, great things will you sing."
"Go to Bethlehem,
Go this very minute."
"There is a cloth in a manger,
Look inside, and a baby will be in it."
A whole mess of angels and they sang,
"Glory to God in the highest,
And on earth peace,
Good will towards men."
We went to the town,
Due with haste,
And when we saw this child,
No praise did we waste.
Everywhere we went,
We had to rejoice.
And we worshipped Him,
All of which, by choice.
And a poem:
I Love and I Fear
The the I love and the thing I fear,
Both are the same and both are near.
What I hate and what I hold near.
Is what makes a small little tear.
I can't stand it; I don't know what to do.
Because what I love is oh so true.
What I hate is what the saints all knew.
That in the world, evil grew.
What is dear, I know I must hold.
Because what it is, is good I'm told.
My hate is what the world thinks is bold.
Corruption and destruction is why its so cold.
As I pray, I might as well rot.
Because in this world, its all I've got.
The evils of this world, affect me naught.
Of what I have, hope is a lot.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 9:34 pm
technoyoshi A Christmas song, made for the shepherds. The Shepherds SongWe were in the meadow,
Our sheep and us.
An angel came from nowhere,
And said to not cause a fuss.
"Do not be afraid."
"Good tidings I bring."
"For a child is born."
"In whom, great things will you sing."
"Go to Bethlehem,
Go this very minute."
"There is a cloth in a manger,
Look inside, and a baby will be in it."
A whole mess of angels and they sang,
"Glory to God in the highest,
And on earth peace,
Good will towards men."
We went to the town,
Due with haste,
And when we saw this child,
No praise did we waste.
Everywhere we went,
We had to rejoice.
And we worshipped Him,
All of which, by choice.And a poem: I Love and I FearThe the I love and the thing I fear,
Both are the same and both are near.
What I hate and what I hold near.
Is what makes a small little tear.
I can't stand it; I don't know what to do.
Because what I love is oh so true.
What I hate is what the saints all knew.
That in the world, evil grew.
What is dear, I know I must hold.
Because what it is, is good I'm told.
My hate is what the world thinks is bold.
Corruption and destruction is why its so cold.
As I pray, I might as well rot.
Because in this world, its all I've got.
The evils of this world, affect me naught.
Of what I have, hope is a lot.I love christmas songs. That is really good.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 8:00 am
This is a poem, but technically poems can be songs if you add music. Anyways, this was originally a poem. Enjoy!
Your Eyes
Your eyes are strong yet weak,
They are green, yet blue,
They work wonders and lives,
They are faithful and true.
Your eyes are deep,
So deep I can drown,
Yet they are shallow,
So shallow that I won't fall down.
They are merciful and graceful,
They are powerful, and weak,
In your eyes,
Is the love that we seek.
Your eyes make me wild,
They make me go crazy,
They pick me off my feet,
And keep me from being lazy.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 10:06 pm
Here's my favourite verse in that poem:
"They are merciful and graceful,
They are powerful, and weak,
In your eyes,
Is the love that we seek."
Very nice. It makes you want to contemplate what it's like to look into the eyes of Jesus.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 11:16 pm
Questions I despise
What do I know about you?
Whats wrong and right?
Why do I continue?
Why do I fight?
If I search for answers,
More shall come,
But if I accept what I do not know,
The answer is there and I feel so dumb.
What have I done?
And what should I do?
But I don't know anything,
Yet some reason I do.
If what I know is what I seek,
And the truth is hidden among lies,
Then wouldn't I look in what I know,
Instead of asking what I despise.
All that is and all that was,
Has been created for a reason,
These questions I ask are pointless,
And with that, I end my questioning season.
I honestly don't why I wrote this, but its here, never the less. The title is actually supposed to be saying that I despise questions; not that I despise the questions I was asking . Anyways, enjoy.
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