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All truths begin as hearsay, as far as I'm concerned.

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Tentative Decisions

Now that I can
Release my tensions
Let me make clear
My best intentions
Girls ask and i
Define decision
Boys ask and i
Describe their function
Oh the boys
Want to talk
Like to to talk about those problems
And the girls
Say theyre concerned
And they are
Concerned with these decisions
And its all
Hard logic
To follow and the
Girls get lost
And the boys
Say theyre concerned
But they are
Concerned with these decisions
I wanna talk
I wanna talk as much as I want
Im gonna give
Im gonna give the problem to you
I wanna talk
I wanna talk as much as I want
Im gonna give
Im gonna give the problem to you
Decide, decide
Make up your mind
Decide, decide
I told you what to say
Confuse, confuse
Describe what I found
Confuse, confuse
I told you what to say
Oh the girls
Still want to talk
Want to talk about those problems
And the boys
Say theyre concerned
But they are concerned with these decisions
And its all
Hard logic
I know
And the girls get lost
And the boys

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song performed by Talking Heads
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Inside My Head

This song will discuss four main parts of the brain, the cerebrum, the
cerebellum, the limbic system and the brain stem and one individual's use or
misuse of these parts.
Verse 1:
Inside my head, or inside my brain,
is that part of me which keeps me sane,
which helps me discern between right and wrong,
and other things I'm gonna talk about in this song,
It's time for the people to know, so now I tell 'em,
what goes in my cerebrum and my cerebellum,
the though process that helps me get dressed,
get up and go to school, sit down and take a test,
it helps me determine if a girl is fine,
and the steps necessary to make her mine,
it tells me if something is cold or hot,
and I don't mess it up with crack, coke, or pot,
it helps my hearing, taste, touch and sight,
and smell so that I can tell that everything's alright,
it tells me when to get up and when to go to bed,
this is some of what goes on inside my head,
inside my head, I wonder what might happen,
if the day came and I stopped rappin',
would I still have friends or be all alone,
do they like me for me or for the microphone,
and also, when I go on a date,
to a fancy resteraunt, a hundred dollars a plate,
and people stare, is it because they recognize me,
or are they knee-jerk reacting to what they see,
I'm sorry, let me make it somewhat clear,
do they look with joy or do they look with fear,
do they think 'oh wow, Young MC is near',
or do they think, 'yo, get that nigga out of here',
I don't know, it's an unfortuante case,
that I can't read your mind when I see your face,
but on the other hand, you can't read mine,
so I guess that the status quo's just fine,
for instance, say I'm in a tall building,
looking out the window, what if I illed and,
jumped out, would it really matter to some,
and if they had my funeral, just who would come,
would they cry for me after I was gone,
well don't worry, that's not how I'm gonna move on,
cause I wanna go to heaven after I am dead,
but this is what I goes on inside my head
Chours 2: (spoken)
the cerebrum is the part of the brain which is responsible for thinking,
reasoning, problem solving, and initiating resposes to external stimuli. It
is comprised of four lobes: the frontal, which is concerned with speach and
voluntary muscle activity, the partietal, which is concerned with the
interpetation of sensory stimuli, the temporal, which is concerned with

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Beautiful Lies

Beautiful lies
Take us on the wings of might
Towards the skies infinite
And then dropp us on the heaps of truths-
Brutal truths buried.
Beautiful lies
Get painted on a marvelleous canvas of light
Against the background in twillight
And then shed the shadows of truths-
Barren truths ferried.
Beautiful lies
Send the beams of delight
In the dark chambers made of granite
And then surmount me with truths-
Nightmarish truths married.

Still in the thick coats of beautiful lies
I veil my frame when the Sun is on
And in the cradle of their rhymes
I find my sleep when the Fun is gone.

poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Truth Are Lies.. Lies Are Truth..

speak your truth from your quivering lips
but also your lies comes through them..
your half lies are also your half truths
yet your half truths are also your half lies
what shall you talk about them if your thruth are your lies
and your lieas are your truths
then this world would be filled of noise
being lies and being the truth
until all of us will be lost
what to believe and follow
will it be the half lies
or the half truths?
which one is to choice
the truth is yours but also are the lies..
so let us all live with he truths and the lies
within our hearts within our minds
till we are lost in a maze of half lies and half truths

poem by Villiamor Calventas
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Love truths, love only truths

Love truths, love only truths

Love truths and love only truths
They may be simple but
powerful they are
Lies may be great to your vision
They will burn before a powerful truth
Reject all lies and love only truth
Truth may seem to be a burning fire but
It never hurts its followers
The path of truth may be hard and tideous but
It is the way of the world
The way of truth is the way of nobles
To raise yourself as a noble in the world
Travel in the way of truth
Travel in the way of truth as a traveler of God
The end of your path will be The gates of Heaven
There will be a place for you to talk with your Father
He is waiting for you with pleasures
Travel My Man in the way of truth
He is waiting for you with smile and love

Love truths and love only truths
They may be simple but
powerful they are
Lies may be great to your vision
They will burn before a powerful truth
Reject all lies and love only truth
Truth may seem to be a burning fire but
It never hurts its followers
The path of truth may be hard and tideous but
It is the way of the world
The way of truth is the way of nobles
To raise yourself as a noble in the world
Travel in the way of truth
Travel in the way of truth as a traveler of God
The end of your path will be The gates of Heaven
There will be a place for you to talk with your Father
He is waiting for you with pleasures
Travel My Man in the way of truth
He is waiting for you with smile and love

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poem by Sakthi Ravichandran
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As God Changes Another Heart

We cannot read between each line, for the power of God is divine,
When God enters another heart, from guessing we need to depart,
Every new believer, needs to grow, for the Truths of God to show,
And as the new believer grows; Truths to those about them shows.

It is The Spirit, not any of us, Who draws each one to Christ Jesus,
And as His Spirit begins to reside, God's changes will begin inside,
The heart of the new believer too, just like God did for me and you,
So as The Spirit moves their heart, changing Truths they will impart.

It's God's Spirit, Who will begin, sharing the changing Truths within,
As each believer shares the Truth, in being the Lord's saving proof,
Of a believer's spiritual change, sharing The Truth in Christ's Name,
The truth of just how and when, they, by God, became Born Again.

Encouraged by The Spirit of Christ, they will grow in their New Life,
As The Savior's New Creation, through the Power of His Salvation,
The very power that they received, when God's Truth they believed,
As they came to that saving faith, all by the power of God's Grace.

That Grace that'll help them grow, in the Truths they come to know,
Again, as one more blessed soul, allows The Spirit to take control,
Producing evidence in their life, of changes made by Jesus Christ,
As Christ alone, receives the glory, for yet another Salvation Story.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Teachable For God

Being teachable in God’s eyes, shall lead believers to be wise,
From instruction, read and heard, in the Truths of God’s Word,
God’s instruction we must heed, truly the believer’s daily need,
From The Eternal Word of God, to be lived in this day we trod.

In His wisdom we learn how, to apply instruction here and now,
Knowledge from God, we receive, when His Truths, we believe,
Gaining skill, in how to live, from the Truths the Scriptures give,
Growing from our initial salvation, as we heed God’s revelation.

To live wisely in a world of sin, believers need to use discipline,
Received knowledge of The Lord, as Truth must not be ignored,
But as believers in Jesus Christ, we must apply Truth to our life,
So as to walk in Godly Wisdom, living for His coming Kingdom.

Building a foundation to live by, must be anchored from on high,
As God’s knowledge we embrace, for living in this Age of Grace,
The fear of God, still is has part, in serving God with all our heart,
As Godly Wisdom, will truly begin, through a reverent fear of Him.

Our hearts with wisdom, God shall fill, when we submit to His Will,
Being led by His staff and rod, we’re filled with the Truths of God,
As believers listen and receive, to the Truths we know and believe,
Taught by His Holy Spirit within, we shall live a Godly Life for Him.

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poem by Bob Gotti
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Vision Of Columbus - Book 8

And now the Angel, from the trembling sight,
Veil'd the wide world–when sudden shades of night
Move o'er the ethereal vault; the starry train
Paint their dim forms beneath the placid main;
While earth and heaven, around the hero's eye,
Seem arch'd immense, like one surrounding sky.
Still, from the Power superior splendors shone,
The height emblazing like a radiant throne;
To converse sweet the soothing shades invite,
And on the guide the hero fix'd his sight.
Kind messenger of Heaven, he thus began,
Why this progressive labouring search of man?
If man by wisdom form'd hath power to reach
These opening truths that following ages teach,
Step after step, thro' devious mazes, wind,
And fill at last the measure of the mind,
Why did not Heaven, with one unclouded ray,
All human arts and reason's powers display?
That mad opinions, sects and party strife
Might find no place t'imbitter human life.
To whom the Angelic Power; to thee 'tis given,
To hold high converse, and enquire of heaven,
To mark uncircled ages and to trace
The unfolding truths that wait thy kindred race.
Know then, the counsels of th'unchanging Mind,
Thro' nature's range, progressive paths design'd,
Unfinish'd works th'harmonious system grace,
Thro' all duration and around all space;
Thus beauty, wisdom, power, their parts unroll,
Till full perfection joins the accordant whole.
So the first week, beheld the progress rise,
Which form'd the earth and arch'd th'incumbant skies.
Dark and imperfect first, the unbeauteous frame,
From vacant night, to crude existence came;
Light starr'd the heavens and suns were taught their bound,
Winds woke their force, and floods their centre found;
Earth's kindred elements, in joyous strife,
Warm'd the glad glebe to vegetable life,
Till sense and power and action claim'd their place,
And godlike reason crown'd the imperial race.
Progressive thus, from that great source above,
Flows the fair fountain of redeeming love.
Dark harbingers of hope, at first bestow'd,
Taught early faith to feel her path to God:
Down the prophetic, brightening train of years,
Consenting voices rose of different seers,
In shadowy types display'd the accomplish'd plan,
When filial Godhead should assume the man,
When the pure Church should stretch her arms abroad,
Fair as a bride and liberal as her God;

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Do You See My Truths? .....

naked shall you see me
dressed in twilight

do you see the truth in me now?
you are wrong
for my thoughts are still covered thickly
and each letter
still tries to conceal what my words
shall try to speak

everyday i write the words
the poems that you read
do you claim to see the truths in me now?
you are wrong again
for what i am still belongs to those
unspoken

and in my silence i shower you
with its emptiness
do you see my truths now?
you are wrong again
my silence does not speak everything
there is still the hush of the wind
the chimes of wood and metal
this silence runs and does not stop
and you flag it
and talk to it

do you hear my truths? do you see them now?
you are wrong again
for i have buried all of them in their niches
when you open each
you will find no door
when you go over the windows
you will see what truths might still be there

those dried petals of a rose
those letters with words faded like sunsets
those broken pieces of porcelain and glass
those jigsaw puzzles still
unfilled
those chains with missing links
those buttons that do not fit

do you see my truths now?
i agree, on those dusts, they have now become yours
visible to the caution of
your heart.

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Expostulation

Why weeps the muse for England? What appears
In England's case to move the muse to tears?
From side to side of her delightful isle
Is she not clothed with a perpetual smile?
Can Nature add a charm, or Art confer
A new-found luxury, not seen in her?
Where under heaven is pleasure more pursued
Or where does cold reflection less intrude?
Her fields a rich expanse of wavy corn,
Pour'd out from Plenty's overflowing horn;
Ambrosial gardens, in which art supplies
The fervor and the force of Indian skies:
Her peaceful shores, where busy Commerce waits
To pour his golden tide through all her gates;
Whom fiery suns, that scorch the russet spice
Of eastern groves, and oceans floor'd with ice
Forbid in vain to push his daring way
To darker climes, or climes of brighter day;
Whom the winds waft where'er the billows roll
From the World's girdle to the frozen pole;
The chariots bounding in her wheel-worn streets,
Her vaults below, where every vintage meets;
Her theatres, her revels, and her sports;
The scenes to which not youth alone resorts,
But age, in spite of weakness and of pain,
Still haunts, in hope to dream of youth again;
All speak her happy; let the muse look round
From East to West, no sorrow can be found;
Or only what, in cottages confined,
Sighs unregarded to the passing wind.
Then wherefore weep for England? What appears
In England's case to move the muse to tears?
The prophet wept for Israel; wish'd his eyes
Were fountains fed with infinite supplies;
For Israel dealt in robbery and wrong;
There were the scorner's and the slanderer's tongue;
Oaths, used as playthings or convenient tools,
As interest biass'd knaves, or fashion fools;
Adultery, neighing at his neighbor's door;
Oppression laboring hard to grind the poor;
The partial balance and deceitful weight;
The treacherous smile, a mask for secret hate;
Hypocrisy, formality in prayer,
And the dull service of the lip were there.
Her women, insolent and self-caress'd,
By Vanity's unwearied finger dress'd,
Forgot the blush that virgin fears impart
To modest cheeks, and borrow'd one from art;
Were just trifles, without worth or use,
As silly pride and idleness produce;

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poem by William Cowper
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The difference between hearsay and prophecy is often one of sequence. Hearsay often turns out to have been prophecy.

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Waiting For Sex

(a. bell / v. clarke)
Oh la, oh la la la
Oh la la la, oh la la la, oh la la la
Whatever you say has no effect
On my sense of well-being, I reject
The savage words, that issue forth,
Without meaning.
If youre waiting for sex, then stand in line.
Its merely an extra, you invade my inner space,
And I tear out your guts for garters.
Your eloquence is nothing more than a hearsay.
Your intelligence leaves much to be desired.
Oh, you leave me restless,
You leave me starblind.
Step in to my world, (world)
And I will give you a garland of roses. (give...roses)
Well taste the heavy scent, (scent)
And drift around for endless moments. (around)
But dont bother to come (to come)
If your heart is so full of poison, (heart...poison)
Then one drop of golden sun (drop...sun)
Will melt you down into the worst witch. (down)
Your eloquence is nothing more than hearsay.
Your intelligence leaves much to be desired.
Oh, you leave me restless,
You leave me starblind.
Its elementary, my dear watson, free me
Or the baskervilles will hunt you down tonight.
Youre not the worlds most handsome man, believe me,
A thousand others like you standing by.
Oh, you leave me restless,
You leave me starblind.

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Clockin Gs

Yeah but they need a beat that they can freak to
Huh yaknahmean?
Uhh, bounce, yeah
Uhh.. bounce, yeah
Uhh.. you heard it from hearsay
Uhh.. you heard it from hearsay
[ll cool j]
You wanna bang em bang em bang em til you cant no more
Day-dreamin, bout slidin in that bentley door
Cuban chain tucked in so the backll show
Whip it out in front of chicks, they react to dough
Fo karats in each ear, lettin dude know
That homes still flow like twenty-twos of snow
Yankee over doo-rags, extra wristbands
Pass the heineken, youre not a crist fan
Ice is the tightest, broads breakin they neck and catchin arthritis
To bag a ghetto midas
Jeans saggin down (uh) with the michael vick jersey
The white on whites from uptown
Wifebeater underneath
If its totally necessary, some gold teeth, its on you
Pull up to the club real slow, leanin back on the cell
What the hell, these clowns is pointin at?
[chorus]
(if you got the time.. then Ive got the time) you clockin gs
Youre monopoly, and you property
(tell homes over there to step off) you clockin gs
(if you got the time.. then Ive got the time) you clockin gs
Youre monopoly, and you property
(tell homes over there to step off) you clockin gs
[ll cool j]
Uhh, slide out slow (slowwwww)
Argue on the phone (uh) glance at the chrome (yea)
Hand on your waist just in case its on
Fully prepared to go to war til the break of dawn
Slid a twenty to the bouncer, hold down the car
Rollin up {? } to rush into the bar
Its a simple recipe, i-c-e
S-h-i-n-e equals free p
Mad birds in the jump-off (uh) lookin thirsty
Hot and broke, daddy have mercy
She want prada, the pearl of drawers
The new fendi mink so she can act stink
The camouflage pumas with the crystal stripes
The mz. gatrak joints to keep her weave tight
One clown tried to throw your vibe off all night
Not knowin that you 20 deep, and you aight
[chorus]
[ll cool j]
Its that, head-boppin, neck-jerkin

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Somethin You Wanna Know

Somethin you wanna know
Ask me boy
Ill tell you so
Dont you talk to the world
You can talk to me baby
Somethin you wanna know
Yo left eye
I cant believe he fell for that rumor
All he had to do was come ask you
Sittin all alone cant think of nothin better to do
So yo I keeps callin you
Each disscussions a little bit colder
Seems to me you givin two of those shoulders
Whatever it is and if its nothin
I wish that you would tell me somethin
Got me thinkin Im losin you
Yo so what am I supposed to do
Chorus:
Somethin you wanna know
Ask me boy
Ill tell you so
Dont you talk to the world
You can talk to me baby
Somethin you wanna know
Ask me boy
Ill tell you so
You can talk to your girl
I wont lie to you baby
Scratchin up the phone goin crazy
You think it aint suppose to phase me
Yellin at you for even startin to believe
In any kind of that crap street yap you been receivin
And whats so unfare
You been doggin me out about matters unclear
You cant solve a problem if its trapped inside your mind
Its a conversation blind
Chorus
You know you shouldnt fall for everything that they tell you
Unless you get it straight from the horses mouth (ah)
You know that everything they tell you boy is just hearsay
You gotta be careful when the rumors out
True enough now you know if I were to pick up
A piece of that he say she say stuff
Think about it
I would doubt it as to callin a bluff
But unlike you I wouldnt breaka da rules
By jumpin into concluse
Id eat a steak and potato while thinkin it over later
Leave a tip two quarters and a condom for the waiter
What to do

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Secularism and communalism

Is secularism opposite of
Communalism?
I do not know also
What do you mean by
Economic reforms.
I know only agitation.
Agitation for what
That I can not say.
And I can not say
So many things
Such as how and why
Gandhiji is termed as
Mahatma and bapuji.
Who am I
I can not say
I also can not say
Why giving is not giving me
Pleasure and you want to receive.
I am also not able to
Distinguish inner and outer
Space here in this body.
I can say from hearsay
So many things
But you say hearsay has got
No evidentiary values.
I do not know what is what
And when I utter anything
You termed me in some words
That I am unadble to understand.

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Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie

This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.

This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it
Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman
Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers,--
Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands,
Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven?
Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed!
Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of October
Seize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean
Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand-Pre.

Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient,
Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's devotion,
List to the mournful tradition still sung by the pines of the forest;
List to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of the happy.

PART THE FIRST

I

In the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of Minas,
Distant, secluded, still, the little village of Grand-Pre
Lay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows stretched to the eastward,
Giving the village its name, and pasture to flocks without number.
Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant,
Shut out the turbulent tides; but at stated seasons the flood-gates
Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows.
West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields
Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain; and away to the northward
Blomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the mountains
Sea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty Atlantic
Looked on the happy valley, but ne'er from their station descended
There, in the midst of its farms, reposed the Acadian village.
Strongly built were the houses, with frames of oak and of hemlock,
Such as the peasants of Normandy built in the reign of the Henries.
Thatched were the roofs, with dormer-windows; and gables projecting
Over the basement below protected and shaded the doorway.
There in the tranquil evenings of summer, when brightly the sunset
Lighted the village street and gilded the vanes on the chimneys,
Matrons and maidens sat in snow-white caps and in kirtles
Scarlet and blue and green, with distaffs spinning the golden
Flax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles within doors

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poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Unfounded By Hearsay

I spent five months,
Recuperating in a hospital...
Once.
And feeling depths of isolation,
With drifting expectations.

I have learned much about others,
And their assumptions...
Unfounded by hearsay.
And those weakened by their own beliefs.

Blessed I am to have had experiences,
Many with closed mindsets...
Have yet in their limited realities,
Been exposed to have bestowed.

And I have more of an understanding,
Of those who have managed to live alone...
With a pulling up of their bootstraps,
And to ignore those trapped...
With nothing else to offer but passed judgements,
Within walls of their false comfort zones.
And believing them to remain like that forever.

I have learned much about others,
And their assumptions...
Unfounded by hearsay.
And those weakened by their own beliefs.

If someone lies long enough to themselves,
And feed their lies to others to believe...
Reality,
When it finally arrives...
Is worse than facing a created enemy.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There are no whole truths; all truths are half-truths. It is trying to treat them as whole truths that plays the devil.

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There are no whole truths: all truths are half-truths. It is trying to treat them as whole truths that plays to the devil.

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Believer's Soil

Believers need to have good soil, this, so the enemy cannot foil,
Those plans, which God has for us, as we follow our Lord Jesus;
The soil, being believer's hearts, as The Word, The Spirit imparts,
Eternal Truths, of The Word of God, as we travel this earthly sod,
God's Truth in our heart every day, as we travel life's Narrow Way.

The same soil in which we received, saving Truth, as we believed,
Is the soil in which His Spirit sows, living Truths into all He knows,
Believers in this present life, who've come to faith in Jesus Christ,
Working through the heart of man, as our Lord works out His plan,
Equipping us while upon this sod, to live for the Glory of our God.

In these days the heart soil within, can be tainted by a world of sin,
Seed may be snatched from our heart, even before it gets its start,
Or in a believer, can be found, a heart much like that rocky ground,
It could even be thorny my friend, and choked by cares in the end,
But, may our hearts be rich ground, so God's Truths, may resound.

As believers we now have a task, one, which Satan wants to mask,
Causing believer's soil not to be, filled with God's goals of eternity,
The goals known by the enemy of, God, Who leads us from above,
To foil the plans, which he knows, that in our hearts The Lord sows;
So while led by The Holy Spirit, we must live out Truth as we hear it.

We can't have eyes that cannot see, our purpose in light of eternity,
Or live life with ears that cannot hear, with the end so possibly near,
For at times, when we hear The Word, we act as if we haven't heard;
Hopefully we can humble our hearts, moved by words God imparts,
To allow The Truths that we know, enable us, to be fruitful and grow.

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