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I love poetry and songs with a lyrics strong enough to stand alone with out music. I would like to share some here and for you to share any you know of.

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Amazing Grace Lyrics

John Newton (1725-1807)
Stanza 6 anon.

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come;
'Tis Grace that brought me safe thus far
and Grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me.
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

When we've been here ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we've first begun.





(My two favorite stanzas are in bold. I have never heard anyone sing these 2 and can't understand why.)

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A Christian Mandate
Do all the good you can
By all the means you can
In all the ways you can
In all the places you can
To all the people you can
As long as ever you can.

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With Out Jesus



With Out Jesus

My life has no meaning,

My heart has no beat,

The singer has no song,

Or the music a beat,



With out Jesus,

Salvation is lost,

Hope does not matter,

Faith is no more then a word,

Grace could never happen,

Nor could we true love know,



With out Jesus,

I am nothing,

I know not true love,

I have no hope,

No future,



Yet With Jesus,

I have it ALL!!!!

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I CAN'T EVEN WALK
by: Colbert and Joyce Croft


1. I thought number one would surely be me,
I thought I could be what I wanted to be.
I thought I could build on life's sinking sand
But I can't even walk without You holding my hand.

Chorus:
I can't even walk without You holding my hand.
The mountain's too high and the valley's too wide.
Down on my knees, I learned to stand.
And I can't even walk without You holding my hand.

2. I thought I had done a lot on my own.
I thought I could make it all alone.
I thought of myself as mighty big man,
But I can't even walk without You holding my hand.



3. I think I'll make Jesus my One and my All
From now on when I'm in trouble, only His name I'll call
And If I can't trust Him, I'll be less than a man
'Cause I can't even walk without You holding my hand.

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CAN OF WORMS

Are you in
a can of worms today?
Did your day start right?
Did you think to pray?

When trouble arrives
then whom would you blame?
Is God the one?
Is that your game?

If you look to the Lord,
from the moment you wake,
and trust in his guidance
each step of the way,
He’ll faithfully deliver
when the flood rushes through,
and be that protection
to rescue you too.

Copyright © BY JOE MEDREK

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Dr. Jesus

I came to the doctor with ailments galore
Aches & pains, bruises & sores
Told him I was tired of suffering each day
And asked--no begged--that he take the pin away
Little did I know he'd already diagnosed me
Knew my symptoms, the causes, the complete remedy
Yet he listened with patience as I bemoaned my plight
Urged me to have faith that it would be alright
Not sure if I believed him but earnestly hoping
I tried to relax and let Dr. Jesus do his thing.
At the first touch I cringed, and tried to draw back
Surely good medicine didn’t feel like that
I fidgeted in discomfort and wriggled with unease
Not allowing myself comfort, though I knew his expertise
I winced at each movement and flinched at each step
Thoroughly unhappy though his skills were adept
How much time passed i could not quite say
What was taking so long for the pain to go away
Each time i thought the procedure was done
The hurt would begin again as though he’d never begun
Well..maybe it didn’t hurt quite as much as before
But what I wanted was to be completely restored
I struggled with the pain, tried not to cry aloud
Surely in the doctor’s office, that’s not allowed
In the hands of the great healer, why did pain linger on?
Once i have it to Dr, Jesus, shouldn’t all pain be gone?
Like waking from anesthesia I suddenly realized
That Jesus had healed me, but why should I be surprised.
What I didn’t know was that each pain and sting
Were my wounds being dressed, my scars softening
For Jesus, master healer in hi infinite wisdom knew
He had to remove the scarred tissue before he could give me anew
He tended each wound with his patience and love
A feat only divinely possible from above
His hand massaged my heart my spirit restored
He attended each ailment, no malady ignored
His healing comes with a guarantee
That’s good throughout eternity
So if you need an appointment make one today
And rest in perfection as Jesus has His way.

Annette M. Parrott

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Jeremiah 24:7 And I will give them an heart to know me, that I am the LORD: and they shall be my people, and I will be their God: for they shall return unto me with their whole heart.

A God Shaped Hole

I searched, I waited, I fantasized
Schemes I concocted, plans I devised
Confident I could do my part
To fill that God shaped hole in my heart

I begged, I borrowed and compromised
Revised, disguised and advertised
Pursuing the piece to make me whole
To fill that God sized void in my soul

I went to and fro, up and down
Looked here and there, looked all around
Only finding keys to discontentment and strife
Trying to open the God like lock in my life

I sought aid from strangers, family and friends
They only failed me and could not make amends
I could not understand why a fissure was left
As I tried to fill that God shaped cleft

Oh the chasm that plagued me, the emptiness looming
the hollowness weighing, the vacancy dooming
The cavity persisted, the vacuity followed
As I tried to fill that God fitted hollow

So much tmie wasted in pursuit
Not following His footsteps, but my ill chartered route
Seeking Hi hands, yet not His face
Trying to fill that God patterend space

Father please fill this unfilled position
Supply me, occupy me, you're my only ambition
I come to You, Creator, Source of my soul
For only You can fill this God shaped hole.

Dr. Annette M. Parrott

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Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.

Satan laughs, he thinks I'm had
Seeing my countenance, knowing I'm sad
But no matter my plague of feelings Grimm
Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.

Though there is sadness, there is no despair
My hope is in Him, I've nothing to fear
Even as forgotten aches are creeping back in
Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.

I've emptied my heart, all that's left are the moans
Please curtail my suffering, or call me on home
Each moment a struggle, daily chagrin
Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.

My spirit's melancholy but 'tis well with my soul
My flesh it weak but His blood has made me whole
My heart feels as if being torn limb from limb
Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.

I thought you would be the supreme anesthesia
That there would be no more pain since you are my healer
I pray for another dousing, filling to the brim
Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.

Bring me back to where we first did begin
Where my only craving was your touch on my skin
Through my tears, my vision grows dim
Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.

I don't understand why this must be
How have I displeased You that this must happen to me
Your perfect will is why, and Your timing is when
Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.

Salvation in check, peace at rest
My joy may be wavering, but I still know I'm blessed
I resist drowning, and continue to swim
Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.

I lay it in your hands and trust that you will
My unrest-- quiet, my requests--fill
My hands lifted in praise, my mouth spilling hymns
Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.

Annette M. Parrott

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AFFLICTIONS, THOUGH THEY SEEM SEVERE
Words: John New­ton,

Afflictions, though they seem severe;
In mercy oft are sent;
They stopped the prodigal’s career,
And forced him to repent.

Although he no relentings felt
Till he had spent his store;
His stubborn heart began to melt
When famine pinched him sore.

“What have I gained by sin, he said,
But hunger, shame, and fear;
My father’s house abounds with bread,
While I am starving here.

I’ll go, and tell him all I’ve done,
And fall before his face
Unworthy to be called his son,
I’ll seek a servant’s place.”

His father saw him coming back,
He saw, and ran, and smiled;
And threw his arms around the neck
Of his rebellious child.

“Father, I’ve sinned—but O forgive!”
I’ve heard enough, he said,
Rejoice my house, my son’s alive,
For whom I mourned as dead.

Now let the fatted calf be slain,
And spread the news around;
My son was dead, but lives again,
Was lost, but now is found.

’Tis thus the Lord His love reveals,
To call poor sinners home;
More than a father’s love He feels,
And welcomes all that come.