Adam And Eve And Jesus

I wonder how beautiful Eve was. Was she so beautiful
That Adam was swayed by her beauty?
Or was it like an echo of doubt within his own heart?
Or did he believe that Eve was sent by God
As if to say, 'Don't worry about what I said before...
It's OK, go ahead, eat the fruit. It's just fruit.
It can make you wise, but don't worry...
You won't really die...'

Was Eve already pregnant before she ate the fruit?
Was this fruit like a pregnant woman's craving
For something illogical?
Or was it that she was jealous of Adam
Naming the animals and even her as well?

For whatever reason she ate the fruit,
Remember, she was still alive. She didn't fall down dead.
She was still within that same day.
So Adam should have had a brain in his head that said,
'I'll wait till tomorrow! If she's still alive then,

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The Vision Was Quite Clear

The vision was quite clear.
At first, it began with a map.
I was walking in a forest.
I was holding the map in my hands.
Then a wall appeared in front of me,
Stopping me abruptly, halting my journey.
Another wall appeared to my left.
Another wall appeared to my right.
Another wall appeared behind me.
I was trapped and without help I would die.
Above me, I heard something.
An angel flew overhead.
'Help me out of here! ' I asked.
He smiled, 'You do not understand.'
It seemed I must stay awhile.
A few days passed by without release.
I was so hungry yet all I had was the map.
The angel suggested I eat the map.
'How else will you stay alive? ' he asked.
But I knew God gave me the map.

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Eight Syllables

God's here! It's time! He's back again!
The poem's on its way!
When writing time calls for my pen
As I begin to pray!
'I'm ready, Lord! Inspire me,
Let wisdom lead me now! '
And thus God grants new poetry,
To melt my furrowed brow...

Eight syllables were in my mind!
Then six to follow on...
A leap of faith would help unwind
The twirling lights that shone...
Within those lights were mysteries
And prophecies galore,
In hopes to melt the miseries
That life still holds in store...

The first line penned, the second, too,
The phrases set in time,

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Our Lens, Our Friends

From times gone by, each human eye
Has dimmed its daylight gaze,
Thus extra reason we could cry
At what would once amaze...
Beneath our eyebrows gently curled,
Eyes grant us dignity,
To see all things like scrolls unfurled,
Both eyes in harmony...

As time goes by, sight goes awry,
The focus not as clear
And yet no matter how we try,
Things aren't as they appear...
Such sights no longer quite complete,
Though God's light's still supplied,
The food we eat looks not so sweet,
It's somewhat mistified...

As time moves on, Man's learnt the truth
Of optic sciences,

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Trixie The Pixie!

Trixie the Pixie was crying,
She'd simply had enough!
As her tiny heart was dying
Each time she fell in love!

She picked the wrong dude every time,
She hadn't got a clue!
There was no reason and no rhyme
For stupid things dudes do!

She swore she'd never fall again!
She hated dudes to bits!
She hated Bill! She hated Ben!
In fact, she called them TWITS!

But then she found her Romeo
Who swept her off her feet!
She followed him each place he'd go,
Then casually meet!

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Mark My Words!

'You mark my words, ' the Cabbie said,
To his fare for the night,
'Us Christians know what lies ahead
And we will steer you right.'
Then he explained his earnest faith
In Jesus Christ the Lord
And said that He was strong to save,
That's why He is adored.

'You mark my words, ' the Cabbie said,
'Christ is the light of men!
Lord Jesus Christ rose from the dead!
He's coming back again!
The Holy Bible's prophecies
Are meant to put us straight.
They prove Christ is the Prince of Peace
For whom us Christians wait.'

'You mark my words, ' the Cabbie said,
'Lord Jesus died for you!

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Mariya And Son

Mariya the preacher went shopping!
Her son was at her side...
And their Christian tracts were dropping
In places far and wide!
From restaurants to ATMs,
From meters to phone booths!
These tracts like royal diadems
Were sparkling with God's truths!

The sun was shining up above,
The world was bright and new,
Almost as if God spoke with love,
'My Son, I give to YOU! '
Mariya smiling all the time,
Her son as good as gold,
Both walking in God's light sublime,
With winsome faith so bold...

A little child can share God's Word,
With tracts laid here and there,

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You Mark My Words!

'You mark my words, ' the Cabbie said,
To his fare for the night,
'Us Christians know what lies ahead
And we will steer you right.'
Then he explained his earnest faith
In Jesus Christ the Lord
And said that He was strong to save,
That's why He is adored.

'You mark my words, ' the Cabbie said,
'Christ is the light of men!
Lord Jesus Christ rose from the dead!
He's coming back again!
The Holy Bible's prophecies
Are meant to put us straight.
They prove Christ is the Prince of Peace
For whom us Christians wait.'

'You mark my words, ' the Cabbie said,
'Lord Jesus died for you!

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The Rose Fairy

When God created the very first rose,
All the forest fairies were thrilled!
They formed a queue to line up for a smell,
Each swooning at its delightful fragrance.
The king of the fairies called them to his throne,
Reminding them that each flower is blessed,
With each one appointed its own fairy...
But who could they choose for the rose! ?

All the fairies not yet appointed flew near,
Each pointing to herself as the right choice!
Then the queen of the fairies calmed them down,
'Settle down, impetuous ones! ' she said...
So all the female fairies flapped their wings no more,
Settling once again upon the ground...
'Come, come! ' she scolded! 'None of you will do! '
The fairies' faces went blood red with shame!

The king looked at them in turn, loving them all.
Such enthusiasm, such devotion, but who would do?

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The Penitent's Pen

I knew that it was but a dream, yet what a dream I had,
For in the cosmic sleeping stream I sensed that I was sad.
There was this gnawing emptiness, this missing peace within,
A constant need that I confess all kinds of mortal sin...
My eyes upto the Heavens strayed, as if to seek God's word,
As in the dream I knelt and prayed, a miracle occurred.
Upon the sky one word appeared, red letters large and bold,
God's revelation, clouds had cleared, His message to behold.

That word was EASTER, nothing more, the Gospel to reveal,
To share God's royal pardon for a second chance to heal.
Thus Jesus filled my heart anew with love I'd never known
And then I asked what must I do that others could be shown...
A pen was placed into my hand, yet no-one stood nearby,
Then paper laid upon the land with ink in full supply
And so, with pen and paper there, I asked what should I write,
Then Jesus knelt with me in prayer to plead for new insight...

Christ told me secrets hid from Man that God declared to me,
That's how I wrote God had a plan, explained in prophecy.

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