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  • #99637
    Stu
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    Better add something remotely on-topic:

    Dear God,
    hope you got the letter, and…
    I pray… you can make it better down here.
    I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer
    but all the people that you made in your image, see
    them starving on their feet 'cause they don't get
    enough to eat from God,
    I can't believe in you…

    Dear God,
    sorry to disturb you, but…
    I feel… that I should be heard loud and clear.
    We all need a big reduction in amount of tears
    and all the people that you made in your image, see
    them fighting in the street 'cause they can't
    make opinions meet about God,
    I can't believe in you…

    Did you make disease, and the diamond blue?
    Did you make mankind after we made you?
    And the devil too!

    Dear God,
    don't know if you noticed, but…
    your name is on a lot of quotes in this book,
    and us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look,
    and all the people that you made in your image
    still believing that junk is true.
    Well I know it ain't, and so do you, dear God,
    I can't believe in
    I don't believe in
    I won't believe in heaven and hell.
    No saints, no sinners, no devil as well.
    No pearly gates, no thorny crown.
    You're always letting us humans down.
    The wars you bring, the babes you drown.
    Those lost at sea and never found,
    and it's the same the whole world 'round.
    The hurt I see helps to compound that
    Father, Son and Holy Ghost
    is just somebody's unholy hoax,
    and if you're up there you'd perceive
    that my heart's here upon my sleeve.
    If there's one thing I don't believe in…
    it's you…
    Dear God.

    Andy Partridge

    Stuart

    #99638
    charity
    Participant

    Perhaps if we could dissolve God back to the substance of things he hoped for,
    There then may we begin to see that men may be judged and finally responsible for every act done under the sun on the earth?
    I believe that was how it was meant to be, the Earth was always only for Men, why do they mock a name,  as it said, they turned and create “God”, just to be responsible for their vile acts.
    And Men said Let us Make God In the Image of Man

    Holy Mary Mother of “
    “God”
    My God My God
    Why have you forsaken “god”

    The mocked story of a life
    Destroyed the truth

    I guess thats whats happends in the end
    Flocks of sheep come each week
    To bow before the most blood thirsty act to worship?

    All Inherit a porton of God, as Jesue said he did….Power to create…and Influence the earth from BC to AD.

    charity

    #99639
    charity
    Participant

    Quote (Stu @ June 29 2008,06:25)
    Better add something remotely on-topic:

    Dear God,
    hope you got the letter, and…  
    I pray…       you can make it better down here.  
    I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer  
    but all the people that you made in your image, see  
    them starving on their feet 'cause they don't get  
    enough to eat from God,  
    I can't believe in you…  

    Dear God,  
    sorry to disturb you, but…  
    I feel…    that I should be heard loud and clear.  
    We all need a big reduction in amount of tears
    and all the people that you made in your image, see  
    them fighting in the street 'cause they can't  
    make opinions meet about God,
    I can't believe in you…  

    Did you make disease, and the diamond blue?  
    Did you make mankind after we made you?  
    And the devil too!  

    Dear God,  
    don't know if you noticed, but…  
    your name is on a lot of quotes in this book,  
    and us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look,  
    and all the people that you made in your image  
    still believing that junk is true.  
    Well I know it ain't, and so do you, dear God,  
        I can't believe in  
        I don't believe in  
     I won't     believe in    heaven and   hell.  
    No saints, no sinners, no devil as well.  
    No pearly gates, no thorny   crown.  
    You're always letting us humans   down.  
    The wars you bring, the babes you drown.  
    Those lost at sea and never    found,  
    and it's the same the whole world 'round.  
    The hurt I see helps to compound that  
    Father, Son and Holy Ghost  
    is just somebody's unholy   hoax,  
    and if you're up there you'd perceive  
    that my heart's here upon my sleeve.  
    If there's one thing I don't believe in…  
    it's you…  
    Dear God.

    Andy Partridge

    Stuart


    Somebody once said that there is a cure for everything if you know where to look, and certainly our ancestors looked and passed on their discoveries to the future generations with conviction.

    Do you wounder how our words will sound to the future generations?
    The words of our bible are over 2000 years old, and they don’t get changed to often on use, but yet the context and meaning of what was said may alter, as the likes of this.

    This little rhyme that seems to have a Christian touch and brand to it, yet also very superstitious start for the life a child.

    The inercent baby's fate and fortune, is always in the parents hands, and is in attutude more than voiced,
    people can believe anything, that helps them decide?

    Monday’s child is fair of Face
    Tuesday’s child is full of grace
    Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
    Thursdays child has far to go
    Fridays child is loving and giving
    Saturday’s child works hard for its living
    And a child that’s born on the Sabbath day
    Is fair and wise and good and Gay.

    Superstitons seem to govern our lives, and nearly always predict the future, and when frequently quoted in rhymes,
    as they live form decade to deacade

    take care stuart

    #99640
    charity
    Participant

    A Prayer for the Children… by Ina J.
    Hughes

    We pray for the children
    who put chocolate fingers everywhere, who like to be tickled,
    who stomp in puddles and ruin their new pants, who sneak Popsicles before supper,
    who erase holes in math workbooks, who can never find their shoes.

    We pray for children
    who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions, who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish,
    who give hugs in a hurry and forget their lunch money, who cover themselves with Band-Aids and sing off-key,
    who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink, who slurp their soup.

    And we pray for those
    who never get dessert, who watch their parents watch them die,
    who have no safe blanket to drag behind, who can’t find any bread to steal,
    who don’t have any rooms to clean up, whose pictures aren’t on anybody’s dresser, whose monsters are real.

    We pray for children
    who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
    who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
    who like ghost stories, who shove dirty clothes under the bed,
    who never rinse out the tub, who get visits from the tooth fairy,
    who don't like to be kissed in front of the school,
    who squirm in church or temple or mosque and scream in the phone,
    whose tears we sometimes laugh at and whose smiles can make us cry.

    And we pray for those
    whose nightmares come in the daytime, who will eat anything, who aren't spoiled by anybody,
    who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep, who live and move, but have no being.

    We pray for children who want to be carried, and for those who must.

    For those we never give up on, and for those who never get a chance.

    For those we smother with our love, and for those who will grab the hand of anybody
    kind enough to offer it.

    #99641
    lineon
    Participant

    Humanitarian Stand off

    Who are you lieing too?
    To the world?
    Too yourself?
    You tell us the earth is moving on
    We are leaping into the future
    We know everything about anything—-
    While you are standing on my brothers head
    While you are abusing my sister
    While you are slautering my babies
    The old folk you leave standing on their heads.

    You dogs of war
    My earth you have slautered
    You have ryped my trees
    My riviers you have poisoned
    My insects, my fish, my animals,
    My birds you have decimated.
    You dogs of war you touch all
    My sky, my clouds,
    My air you stain while you breath
    Your foul breath is not welcome here, just for some.

    Who is your God?
    You have no God.
    You wear your unbelief on your forehead
    Your pride, your arrogance,
    Your faults— you have none.
    You dogs of war what can you blame?
    My belief you will blame
    LORD is His name.
    My Lord is your belief
    Whom you hate.

    Lineon

    #99642
    Not3in1
    Participant

    Charity – you're killing me!
    That Prayer for Children was haunting…..

    #99643
    charity
    Participant

    Quote (Not3in1 @ July 01 2008,17:31)
    Charity – you're killing me!
    That Prayer for Children was haunting…..


    sorry my friend…are you okay?  ???

    #99644
    Not3in1
    Participant

    Quote (charity @ July 01 2008,18:27)

    Quote (Not3in1 @ July 01 2008,17:31)
    Charity – you're killing me!
    That Prayer for Children was haunting…..


    sorry my friend…are you okay?  ???


    Oh, sure. It's just parts of the prayer were so very sad. I could just see these little children in need of love and protection. I guess the mother in me was aching for them! Bring them all to my house! :laugh:

    #99645
    Irene
    Participant

    Quote (charity @ June 30 2008,10:52)
    A Prayer for the Children… by Ina J.
    Hughes

    We pray for the children
    who put chocolate fingers everywhere, who like to be tickled,
    who stomp in puddles and ruin their new pants, who sneak Popsicles before supper,
    who erase holes in math workbooks, who can never find their shoes.

    We pray for children
    who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions, who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish,
    who give hugs in a hurry and forget their lunch money, who cover themselves with Band-Aids and sing off-key,
    who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink, who slurp their soup.

    And we pray for those
    who never get dessert, who watch their parents watch them die,
    who have no safe blanket to drag behind, who can’t find any bread to steal,
    who don’t have any rooms to clean up, whose pictures aren’t on anybody’s dresser, whose monsters are real.

    We pray for children
    who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
    who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
    who like ghost stories, who shove dirty clothes under the bed,
    who never rinse out the tub, who get visits from the tooth fairy,
    who don't like to be kissed in front of the school,
    who squirm in church or temple or mosque and scream in the phone,
    whose tears we sometimes laugh at and whose smiles can make us cry.

    And we pray for those
    whose nightmares come in the daytime, who will eat anything, who aren't spoiled by anybody,
    who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep, who live and move, but have no being.

    We pray for children who want to be carried, and for those who must.

    For those we never give up on, and for those who never get a chance.

    For those we smother with our love, and for those who will grab the hand of anybody
    kind enough to offer it.


    Charity I will pray for all children, especially those that are in War stricken countries, they suffer. And what for. So very sad.
    Irene

    #99646
    Stu
    Participant

    Quote (lineon @ July 01 2008,14:56)
    Humanitarian Stand off

    Who are you lieing too?
    To the world?
    Too yourself?
    You tell us the earth is moving on
    We are leaping into the future
    We know everything about anything—-
    While you are standing on my brothers head
    While you are abusing my sister
    While you are slautering my babies
    The old folk you leave standing on their heads.

    You dogs of war
    My earth you have slautered
    You have ryped my trees
    My riviers you have poisoned
    My insects, my fish, my animals,
    My birds you have decimated.
    You dogs of war you touch all
    My sky, my clouds,
    My air you stain while you breath
    Your foul breath is not welcome here, just for some.

    Who is your God?
    You have no God.
    You wear your unbelief on your forehead
    Your pride, your arrogance,
    Your faults— you have none.
    You dogs of war what can you blame?
    My belief you will blame
    LORD is His name.
    My Lord is your belief
    Whom you hate.

    Lineon


    For whose benefit is this rant?

    Stuart

    #99647
    lineon
    Participant

    Quote (Stu @ July 01 2008,11:03)

    Quote (lineon @ July 01 2008,14:56)
    Humanitarian Stand off

    Who are you lieing too?
    To the world?
    Too yourself?
    You tell us the earth is moving on
    We are leaping into the future
    We know everything about anything—-
    While you are standing on my brothers head
    While you are abusing my sister
    While you are slautering my babies
    The old folk you leave standing on their heads.

    You dogs of war
    My earth you have slautered
    You have ryped my trees
    My riviers you have poisoned
    My insects, my fish, my animals,
    My birds you have decimated.
    You dogs of war you touch all
    My sky, my clouds,
    My air you stain while you breath
    Your foul breath is not welcome here, just for some.

    Who is your God?
    You have no God.
    You wear your unbelief on your forehead
    Your pride, your arrogance,
    Your faults— you have none.
    You dogs of war what can you blame?
    My belief you will blame
    LORD is His name.
    My Lord is your belief
    Whom you hate.

    Lineon


    For whose benefit is this rant?

    Stuart


    You did not read this rant
    Otherwise you would know.

    Lineon

    #99648
    lineon
    Participant

    O! wondrous God
    Whom your Church delights in
    With Whom they seek shelter.
    Your Strenght is universal
    Your Love is everywhere.
    Your flock is small
    Yet we will endure and wait for you.
    With a living Law that shows us sin
    And a Holy Spirit that grants us strength.

    'Hold onto My call, I do not call in vain
    For a wondrous universe is waiting
    For My creation.'
    'I call for you, for you are My children
    Adam of old he was the start
    Jesus is the begining and end of the Church.'
    'You will endure for this is your calling.
    A test for your endurance,
    Do not grow in shallow soil, but in fertile ground.'

    Lineon

    #99649
    lineon
    Participant

    Hi Charity

    I smiled and I smiled and smiled and smiled.

    That cat!

    Lineon

    #99650
    charity
    Participant

    Quote (Not3in1 @ July 01 2008,18:37)

    Quote (charity @ July 01 2008,18:27)

    Quote (Not3in1 @ July 01 2008,17:31)
    Charity – you're killing me!
    That Prayer for Children was haunting…..


    sorry my friend…are you okay?  ???


    Oh, sure.  It's just parts of the prayer were so very sad.  I could just see these little children in need of love and protection.  I guess the mother in me was aching for them!  Bring them all to my house!   :laugh:


    Yep me too, the youth are the future!  
     OH the patience, the pain as they fall and stand,
    Mom ALWAYS TELLS THEM HOW CLEVER THEY ARE!
    They don't want you see where they really are, so as long as they are growing and learning from everything happening, all is okay?

    GROWTH is always connected to pain, that’s natural, not a punishment, as we have been often lead to believe as children supposedly need to suffer, the Acton of discipline is grossly twisted and looks more like revenge, justified and sealed as righteous?? “sigh” and of coarse we have the 80 kilo 3 year olds running around the earth, mentally un developed, creating more children, while still trying to receive the.. its okay to be who you are, and you don’t have to control everything around you to be happy development. Stages of personal happiness.

    charity

    #99651
    charity
    Participant

    Quote (lineon @ July 02 2008,16:19)
    Hi Charity

    I smiled and I smiled and smiled and smiled.

    That cat!

    Lineon


    Hi LO
    yer me too, OH the courage to keep walking,
    the focus OF not to just run FOR YOUR LIFE
    I tell you my dog, wont be stoped, she would be after that cat……never could train her!!!, she has a will of her own, and its free choice….she has taught me the greatest things, she is cute and her paws will hardly touch the ground all at once,… when she plays.

    #99652
    Stu
    Participant

    Quote (lineon @ July 01 2008,23:02)
    You did not read this rant
    Otherwise you would know.

    Lineon


    Why would I have asked if I had not read it?

    Stuart

    #99653
    lineon
    Participant

    Quote (Stu @ July 02 2008,11:50)

    Quote (lineon @ July 01 2008,23:02)
    You did not read this rant
    Otherwise you would know.

    Lineon


    Why would I have asked if I had not read it?

    Stuart


    Then you must know the answer. :cool:

    Lineon

    #99654
    lineon
    Participant

    The curtain is drawn
    The signs are beginning to appear on the wall
    Of what is dead and what is left
    And of what is still to be born.

    The lightning cracks
    The thunder-booms roll in the sky
    Into a meaningless sound
    The rain pours
    The wind howls
    Trees and flowers
    Heave and bend to the motion
    Birds collide head long with the water
    In a panic stricken flight they seek shelter
    Desert animals do not stir
    They stand and savor this elusive liquid
    Their joy blossoms when all has ended.

    We are in this desert
    Savoring our Lords Water.

    Lineon

    #99655
    charity
    Participant

    Gitanjali – Song Offerings by Rabindranath Tagore

    15

    I am here to sing thee songs, In
    this hall of thine I have a corner
    seat.
    In thy world I have no work
    to do; my useless life can only
    break out in tunes without a
    purpose.
    When the hour strikes for
    thy silent worship at the dark
    temple of midnight, command
    me, my master, to stand before
    thee to sing.
    When in the morning air the
    golden harp is tuned, honour me,
    commanding my presence.

    #99656
    Stu
    Participant

    Quote (lineon @ July 03 2008,00:06)

    Quote (Stu @ July 02 2008,11:50)

    Quote (lineon @ July 01 2008,23:02)
    You did not read this rant
    Otherwise you would know.

    Lineon


    Why would I have asked if I had not read it?

    Stuart


    Then you must know the answer. :cool:

    Lineon


    No.

    Stuart

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