|Best Poems About / On GOD
God knows us better than I know me
God knows we love the creator of our sea.
God knows we love color and softness of skin
God knows we try not to intentionally sin.
God knows we love the other half of earth's human gender
God knows we love children and the one from December.
God knows we love all living life
The fish, animals and of course; our loving wife.
God knows us because of the time lent
Even when we sit and just question; where it went.
God is our happiness, tears and joy
Magnificence seen in both the girls and the boys.
God knows we love silence and the word
God knows we love the beauty of a flying bird.
God knows us as we know the creator
God listens, while we human beings put off until later.
God is for each and everyone
God knows when in life we need a special somone.
God of nature and God of our soul
God is earthly singular and universal whole.
12-14-05 Aho Speaks
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Don't Ask God
Dont ask God for wisdom lest he give you folly to teach your heart.
Dont ask God for wealth lest he give you poverty to make you depend on him.
Dont ask God for vision lest he give you blindness to guide your way.
Dont ask God for strength lest he give you weakness to sustain you.
Dont ask God for protection lest he give you adversity, so he can fight for you.
Dont ask God for progress lest he give you stillness so you can know him.
Dont ask God for water lest he give you thirst, so you can seek the living water.
Dont ask God for food lest he give you hunger for righteousness.
Dont ask God for joy, lest he give you mourning to put your heart on eternity.
Dont ask God for beauty lest he give you ashes to teach you how to look inward.
Dont ask God for friends lest he give you enemies so he can be your friend.
Dont ask God for life lest he give you death to mortify your flesh.
Dont ask God for crown lest he give you a cross to save your soul.
In self righteousness,
Dont ask God for anything
Dont ask God for something
Dont ask God for everything
Just ask God for God.
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Is Rebirth On Earth A Myth?
Rebirth may be really true
In my most humble view
This concept is not new
Another birth is surely due
If sins all methodically commit
God will not simply leave it
To escape, God will not permit
Proper reasons, one must submit
If answers are not satisfactory
Suffering is made obligatory
Hell is a punishment factory
Rejecting our cock and bull story
A tiniest creature moves
God's presence, this proves
Life to it, God approves
Its life, a small touch removes
In cruelty, humanity excels
To kill, they conduct rehearsals
They carry hatred in body vessels
On graves, they build their castles
Millions of creatures exist
Invariably, death, all resist
Though God and Nature assist
To sin, circumstances insist
There is surely a hidden law
Which is balancing every flaw
It arrives at a justifiable draw
Justice Triumphs' is a holy saw
A new body, every soul acquires
Certain conditions, this requires
About a life, God enquires
Soul is shifted when life expires
Here soul has no voice
Everything is God's choice
Lives are to God toys
He will punish bad boys
Soul only makes the movement
If it does any wise improvement
It is given a nice compliment
By way of a rich increment
God knows how to interchange
Proper placement, He can arrange
This technique is not at all strange
God does finely a perfect exchange
Souls cannot at all protest
They are given a pucca test
They must do their level best
Via end God will at last arrest
Soul is on Earth permanent
A regular God-sent visitant
God's watch is consistent
Why souls are by God sent?
This question is unanswerable
But souls are by God transferable
This concept is very reasonable
This seems to be highly sensible
Perfect Justice is provided
Everything is by God decided
After in a body, a soul has resided
To enter another body, it is guided
A soul is by god monitored keenly
Whether it has lived very cleanly
Or if it has behaved very meanly
Will be judged by God mainly.
Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman
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A spirit sped
A spirit sped
Through spaces of night;
And as he sped, he called,
He went through valleys
Of black death-slime,
From crevice and cavern
"God! God! God!"
Fleetly into the plains of space
He went, ever calling,
Eventually, then, he screamed,
Mad in denial,
"Ah, there is no God!"
A swift hand,
A sword from the sky,
And he was dead.
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