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Under Construction
The new school prayer- This was written by a teen in Bagdad, Arizona.
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.
If Scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.
Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.
For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the state.
We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.
It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.
We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.
It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot;
My soul please take!
Amen
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God's Gifts
I Asked God
I asked for a flower, He gave me a garden.
I asked for a tree, He gave me a forest.
I asked for a river, He gave me an ocean.
I asked for a friend, He gave me "you"
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Skillet: Hey you I love your soul
Am I a man who knows how to love
When you hate what you fear the most
I'll wash your feet as you spit in my face
Hey you, I love your soul
I'm going love you when you hate
You can't outrun or escape this liquid
My life poured out like water
I'm gonna drown you with maddening forgiveness
Hey you, I love your soul
I can't depend on your hate to define my love
Am I strong enough to love your soul
Love doesn't care to receive what it gives
Bleeding compassion to extreme
Love stretches out to die for its enemies
Hey you, I love your soul
I can't depend on your hate to define my love
Am I strong enough to love your soul
No bounds on the deep, no bounds on the wide
Am I deep enough to love your soul
God I want to swim in the deep of You
God in You I'm strong enough,
Strong enough, strong enough
I can't depend on your hate to define my love
Am I strong enough to love your soul
No bounds on the deep, no bounds on the wide
Am I deep enough to love your soul
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John 3:16
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son. And whoshallever beleiveth in him, shall not perish but have life everlasting.
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The Night Jesus Came
'Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house not a creature was praying, not one in the house. Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care in hopes that Jesus would not come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed not once ever kneeling or bowing a head and Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap watching the late show while I took a nap.
When out of the East there arose such a clatter, I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!
When what to my wondering eyes should appear but angels proclaiming that Jesus was here. With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray I knew in a moment this must be The Day.
The light of His face made me cover my head it was Jesus returning just like He had said and though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.
In the Book of Life which He held in His hand was written the name of every saved man. He spoke not a word as He searched for my name; when He said "It's not here" my head hung in shame.
The people whose names had been written with love He gathered to take to His Father above. With those who were ready He rose without a sound while
all the rest were left standing around.
I fell to my knees, but it was to late, I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate. I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight: Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.
In the words of this poem the meaning is clear; The coming of Jesus is drawing near. There's only one life and when comes the last call, we'll find that the Bible was true after all.
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DC Talk: Jesus Freak
Separated I cut myself clean
From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams
Been apprehended by a spiritual force
And a grace that replaced all the me I've divorced
Saw a man with a tat on his big fat belly
It wiggled around like marmalade jelly
It took me awhile to catch what he said
Cause I had to match the rhythm of his belly with my head
"Jesus Saves" is what he raved in a typical tattoo green
He stood on a box in the middle of the city and he claimed he had a dream
What will people think when they hear that I'm a Jesus Freak
What will people do when they find that it's true
I don't really care if they label me a Jesus Freak
Cause there ain't no disguising the truth
Kamikaze my death is gain
I've been marked by the maker of peculiar display
High and lofty, they see me as weak
Cause I won't live and die
For the power they seek
There was a man from the desert with naps in his head
The sand that he walked was also his bed
The words that he spoke made the people assume
There wasn't too much left in the upper room
With skins on his back and hair on his face
They thought he was crazed by the locusts he ate
The Pharisees tripped when they heard him speak
Until the King took the head of this Jesus freak
People say I'm strange does it make me a stranger
That my best friend was born in a manger
What will people think
What will people do
I don't really care
What else can I say?
There ain't no disguising the truth
Jesus is the way
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Newsboys: Breakfast
hold the milk, put back the sugar
they are powerless to console
we've gathered here to sprinkle ashes
from our late friends cereal bowl
breakfast clubbers say the motto
that he taught us to repeat
"you will lose it in your gym class
if you wait till noon to eat"
back when the chess club said our eggs were soft
every monday he'd say grace and hold our juice aloft
oh, none of us knew his checkout time would come so soon
but before his brain stopped waving he composed this tune
when the toast is burned
all the milk has turned
and captain crunch is waving farewell
when the big one finds you
may this song remind you
that they don't serve breakfast in hell
breakest clubbers drop the hankees
thought to some our friend was odd
when he bought those pine pajamas
his check was good with God
those here without the lord
how do you cope?
for this morning we do'nt mourn
like those who have no hope
oh rise up froot loop lovers
sing out sweet & low
with spoons held high
we bid our brother, "Cheerio!"
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Skillet
This pic is of Skillet...they are an awesome Christian band!! |
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Newsboys: Breathe
tuesday the third
i'll label this entry "mistake"
cheap imitation
my life feels like a fake
a people person
sometimes people annoy me
i'm growning edgy
wednesday's title "avoid me"
breathe on me
breathe the breath of God
breathe on me
till my heart is new
breathe on me
breathe oh breath of life
breathe on me
til i love like you do
thursday the fifth
i title "drivers beware"
tempered-a-mental
and i don't really care
i gave til i bled
you laughed when i fainted
dont to life this life
bitter and tainted
breathe on me
breathe the breath of God
breathe on me
till my heart is new
breathe on me
breathe oh breath of life
breathe on me
til i love like you do
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