Quotes about exaltation, page 3
A Poem Of Pain is A Different Kind of Poem
A poem of pain is a different kind of poem
Than the poem I would write
But what if this becomes all I have?
What if Pain makes Poetry meaningless?
What if Poetry becomes only the vain self- exaltation
Which gives no help and comfort
To the one one loves?
What if Pain makes Poetry meaningless?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Praise
An Angel has come to me
Manifesting much joy
And I stayed a little coy
On his approaching divinely.
He's brought clear signs of purity
Singing hymns of exaltation
Oh, such a deep incantation
Cherished in serenity.
We were granted blessings
What a deep emotion
Experienced with devotion
On a day of celebration!
poem by Maria C. Costa
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Changes Scare Flesh Mind
changes scare flesh mind
of those I knew as children
some choke on bitter pill ripe age
rebelling at this betrayal flesh
fighting plastic preservation
grace is mine in peace mind
storms of youth thought golden
satisfaction reigns life source pages
soul wealth wisdom works flesh
exaltation perceives salvation
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lovely Slow Sad Music
Lovely slow sad music
Sing it for me more
The last notes will resound
And echo through the floor.
Lovely slow sad music
Help cut the fibers of your skin
To let the rhythms release you
From the passion stored within
Lovely slow sad music
My hands grip the edge of this chair
Exaltation beams from your eyes
I see my lover there.
poem by Aria Ellen
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As we study the Word of God rightly divided we are to understand that God has arranged His dealings with mankind into two programs. We have His prophesied purpose and His secret purpose. Prophecy has to do with the earth and Christ's reign upon it during the millennial kingdom, while the Mystery concerns our exaltation with Christ in the heavenlies.
quote by Paul Sadler
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Sunday Suitor
Meadow floor, ocean view
Laying on thatched dandelions dressed in dew.
You bathe me with nature's flowers
Growing wild after a Spring shower.
Robins sing a romantic tune
Under a blue moon. My lip bathe you into exaltation
Perched robins peer, delighted in our copulation.
Squirrels scurry from their nest
While our hearts rest.
Forever my Sunday Suitor.
poem by Cindy Brazil
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Heart To Heart
We shared a few days heart to heart
Time froze and the Earth stood still
Then destiny chose cast us far apart
‘Fore we lovers dare apply freewill
Cowardice prevailed because…
In truth love is reserved for the brave
Who can act without fear or hesitation
A road to happiness these heroes pave
As Cherubs sing songs with exaltation
There’s no gift greater than a mated pair
And nothing on Earth that doth compare
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Glorious Speech
Glory fires me up with distinction,
Desks of thought bestride me in speech.
A word has more meaning when spoken
Rather than the written variety
That swore their page and added ground
To the basic teachings of our fathers.
Mothers similarly resound on our behalf
To astound the good people into something.
Exaltation is made on us when exalted
And now we spoke regarding our generations
To be wounded by them, as we have been
Wounded eventually.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Bottomless Pit
The bottomless pit is ceasing to be alien,
A championship arrives to be a good play,
Playing is like childhood in a thought,
Playing with me as a ball-game will grow.
Children shall await the disaster of growth,
Growing when it is sudden is special.
The pit so exhausts a soul that emptiness
Shall deliver everybody into an oblivion.
Exaltation appears to the reliable men
As celebratory and ceremonious,
Growth and advancement celebrates.
The bottomless hole or pit is a child,
Like the devouring of an infant.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Pentecost
Our inner parts have begun to yearn,
For the blowing of the trumpet’s sound.
The plantings, for which we did mourn,
Will soon give bounty from the ground.
Filled to the full with Jerusalem’s flock,
The temple energizes with exaltation.
Satisfied with honey out of the rock,
Judea enjoys the finest wheat to satisfaction.
Paul’s stay at Ephesus had been at length,
So a trip to Jerusalem he did make up.
He had to “Sing aloud unto God our strength,
Make a joyful noise unto the God of Jacob.”*
So Paul set sail back across the sea,
For, at the City of David, his heart must be.
* ref: Ps.81: 1
poem by Albert Price
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