1.True knowledge GOD abundantly provides.
His people he instructs and o so pstiently guides!
He graciously endowed us with freewill.
He kindly seeks into our hearts his truth to instill.

2. And step by step, in his own way and time,
By means of holy spirit he reveals things sublime. His "faithful steward" keeps us well informed,
And by such loving care and guidance our hearts are warmed.

3.Instructive guidance clarifies wrong views,
And righteoushearted ones with strength and power it impues.
If we adjustments in obediance make,
Jehovah God will lead us for his own dear names sake.

4. We gratefully accept his helping hand, That his advancing light of truth we may understand. Jehovah God, he is our greatest friend; Assuredly he'll guide us in this time of the end.

SONG NUMBER 203 (Psalm 31:3) Jehovah Leads His People

BRAVELY PRESS ON (1 Timothy 1:12)

1.He that is faithful, he that is loyal.
Never will give away to fear,
But gives witness of truth with all boldness,
Showing the Kingdom is here.

chorus
Then let's go forth. Bravely press on. Advancing truth be ourlight. Thus says Jehovah: "I'll strengthen and help you: battle for truth and for right."

2. Faithful is the force that moves us to action;
Love prompts to faithfulness now.
Zeal for our King keeps active in service;
Selfish ambition must bow.

chorus
Then let's go forth. Bravely press on. Advancing truth be ourlight. Thus says Jehovah: "I'll strengthen and help you: battle for truth and for right."


3. Daily Jehovah, mighty in battle,
Exhorts us faithful to be
Till Armageddon destroys this old system
And he has gained the victory.

chorus
Then let's go forth. Bravely press on. Advancing truth be ourlight. Thus says Jehovah: "I'll strengthen and help you: battle for truth and for right."

I quite like this one but I was never sure of the rythmn,



The Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want.
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; He leadeth me
The quiet waters by.

My soul He doth restore again;
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness,
Even for His own Name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale,
Yet will I fear no ill;
For Thou art with me; and Thy rod
And staff my comfort still.

My table Thou hast furnishèd
In presence of my foes;
My head Thou dost with oil anoint,
And my cup overflows.

Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me;
And in God’s house forevermore
My dwelling place shall be

Ben

This is a tebetan song of belief and freedom
perfect for this new thread.


The red palace [the Potala] on the mountaintop
Is the abode of the all-knowing one.
Though the all-knowing one dwells in India.
His blessings are all over.
The light rays of the pale Moon
Have pervaded the whole world.
His great blessings
Have made our snowy land of Tibet free,
Have made our snowy land of Tibet free

Opal Princess x

I really like this one... so mystical... magical and so true...

The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran 1883-1931

Beauty

And a poet said, "Speak to us of Beauty."

Where shall you seek beauty,
and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?

The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle.
Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us."
And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.
Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us."

The tired and the weary say, "beauty is of soft whisperings.
She speaks in our spirit.
Her voice yields to our silences
like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow."
But the restless say,
"We have heard her shouting among the mountains,
And with her cries came the sound of hoofs,
and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions."

At night the watchmen of the city say,
"Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east."
And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say,
"we have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset."

In winter say the snow-bound,
"She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills."
And in the summer heat the reapers say,
"We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves,
and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."

All these things have you said of beauty.
Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,
But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.

It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,
But rather an image you see though you close your eyes
and a song you hear though you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark,
nor a wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden for ever in bloom
and a flock of angels for ever in flight.

People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and your are the mirror.

Dingo Brains

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*Psalms 98:1

Sing to Jehovah a new song,
For wonderful are the things that he has done.
His right hand, even his holy arm, has gained salvation for him.

The 169th Song (From the "Sing Praises to Jehovah" song book of Jehovah's Witnesses

1. Sing to God the Lord a song of gladness that is new;
Tell of al the great things he's done and yet will do.
2. Make a joyous shout to God Jehovah, all the earth;
Sing to God your praises with jubilance and mirth.
3. Let the mighty sea and all that therein is roar praise,
Let those on the earth now exulting voices raise.

(*The New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures)

This one is a very pagan song by the band Elven


Lyrics to "The Dragon"


The Dragon flies on wings of night
With scales that glisten in moonlight
And frightful teeth of pearly white
The dragon flies among us...

She skims the liquid velvet skies
With blue--green scales and silent cries
A queer green fire burns in her eyes
The dragon seeks companions...

Her siren calls all men to dare
To fly with her in darkened air
To go with her to her secret lair
The dragon's fire ignites them...


Careful what you say and do
Sometimes dreams will come true
Magic done can have a cost
And not replace the life … you've lost…


The Dragon flies…
On silent skies…
With wings of darkness…
And fiery breath!
The dragon seeks…
Your soul to keep…
Be careful what you want…
It might want you!

And many follow where she leads
They seek her passion for their needs
With armor bright and stomping steeds
She gladly takes them with her...

And when they find themselves a bed
With thoughts of her wild in their head
They realize they were pixie led!
The dragon smiles there, waiting…

For dragon is Leahnnan sidhe
A faerie dark and bad she be
She locks the door that has no key
Her laughter breaks the silence….


If you would with THIS dragon be
From home and family you'll flee…
Forever lost in magic be
The dragon's pet…FOREVER

When you go flying…
With dragons……….

Opal Princess xx

Crystal
-Stevie Nicks
Do you always trust your first initial feeling
Special knowledge holds truth bears believing
I turned around
And the water was closing all around
Like a glove
Like the love that had finally, finally found me
Then I knew
In the crystalline knowledge of you
Drove me thru the mountains
Thru the crystal-like clear water fountain
Drove me like a magnet
To the sea


How the faces of love have changed turning
the pages
And I have changed oh, but you...you remain
ageless
I turned around
And the water was closing all around
Like a glove
Like the love that had finally, finally found me
Then I knew
In the crystalline knowledge of you
Drove me thru the mountains
Thru the crystal-like clear water fountain
Drove me like a magnet
To the sea

Lord I lift your name on high..................
~*Sammy and Kelli*~

:bow: That was magical Tutu!

Ben

G
All who are thirsty
Bm7
All who are weak
C2
Come to the fountain
Am7 Am7/B C D
Dip your heart in the stream of life
G
Let the pain and the sorrow
Bm7
Be washed away
C2
In the waves of his mercy
Am7 Am7/B C D
As deep cries out to deep
(we sing)

G C2
Come Lord Jesus come
(repeat 3 times)
G C2
Holy Spirit come
(repeat 3 times)
Am7 Am7/B C
As deep cries out to deep
(repeat 2 times)
~*S&K*~

Might seem strange to have a Queen song in here but it has real religious meaning for me. This is for Alison, Sweet sixteen, beautiful bridesmaid, brutally murdered.


No-One But You (Only The Good Die Young)


A hand above the water
An angel reaching for the sky
Is it raining in heaven -
Do you want us to cry?

And everywhere the broken-hearted
On every lonely avenue
No-one could reach them
No-one but you

One by one
Only the Good die young
They're only flying too close to the sun
And life goes on -
Without you...

Another Tricky Situation
I get the drowin' in the Blues
And I find myself thinkin'
Well - what would you do?

Yes! - it was such an operation
Forever paying every due
Hell, you made a sensation
You found a way through - and

One by one
Only the Good die young
They're only flyin' too close to the sun
We'll remember -
Forever...

And now the party must be over
I guess we'll never understand
The sense of your leaving
Was in the way it was planned?

And so we grace another table
And raise our glasses one more time
There's a face at the window
And I ain't never, never sayin' goodbye...

One by one
Only the Good die young
They're only flyin' too close to the sun
Cryin' for nothing
Cryin' for no-one
No-one but you

Ben xxx

You Are My Rock
CHORUS:
A D F#m E
Lord, let Your rain fall down,
A D F#m E
'Cause You are my rock, You are my rock.
A D F#m E
Wash a-way the sand and the clay,
A D F#m E
'Cause You are my rock, You are my rock.


CHORUS 2:
A D F#m E
And when I fall and need something stable,
A D F#m E
You are my rock, You are my rock.
A D F#m E
I fall on my knees and lay down at Your table,
A D F#m E (A E)
'Cause You are my rock, You are my rock.


BRIDGE:
D
And when I fall, You pick me up and bring me there.
E
And when I'm down on my knees
D E
You'll pick me up and bring me back where You're my rock.


ENDING:
A D
He's a big God.

~S&K~

Do not Stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the sun that you see glow.

I am the birds in circled flight;
I am the moon that shines so bright.

I am the twinkle in the sky at night;
I am the rain that falls so light.

I am the gentle autumn breeze;
I am the one, who now is free.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Words can mesmerize, can bind, can inflame the passions, can awaken the spirit and stir the slumbering soul...if you know a poem or saying which speaks to things to often left unspoken....please post here :rainbow:

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

-Robert Frost

Little blue-eyed girl, not yet three years old, made to run the length of her parent's yard, back and forth, should she have stopped, she was severely beaten and made to run again. Finally collapsing from the exhaustion and pain, she died. Which gave out first, I wonder, her legs or her spirit?


One tale of millions told, one tear shed in an ocean of tears...

Had you lived, you would have been about four now, I guess. I can not now recall your name but I remember your life and your pain...this is for you...

Angel
By Sarah Mclachlin
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
Need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
The memories seep through my veins Maybe empty and weightless and maybe
I can find some peace tonite

Refrain
In the arms of the Angels
Far away from here
From this dark hotel room
And the endlessness that you feel
You were pulled from teh wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of the Angels
May you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight life
Everywhere you turn
Vultures and theives at your back
Storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
That will make up for all that you lack
Don't make no difference
Escape one last time
Easier to believe
And that sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees

Greeneyes...your poetry reminds me of R Frost (my favorite poet). He used alot of nature theme to symbolize emotion. I think the power in such symbolism comes from our primal connection to nature, however dormant it may be, its still there and the poetry helps us feel it again. Perhaps?


RELUCTANCE
by Robert Frost

Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question "Whither?"

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?

The Day is Done
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.

I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
That my soul cannot resist:

A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.

Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.

For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.

Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.

Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.

Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.

And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.

Snow Dreams

Turning off the light,
I close the door softly.
I've kissed you goodnight,
Your eyes shut lightly.
I've listened to your breathing,
You've fallen fast asleep.
Your warm, comforted, relaxed,
Slumber, for it's your time to dream.
I walk outside to sit upon the steps,
The cool sweet wind carries my breath.
The snow has fallen blankets of white,
With quiet silence I take in this night.
As the light of the moon dances shadows upon the snow,
I listen to the calmness of the wind that gently blows.
The thoughts of the day I have laied aside.
There is nothing that exists,
But this calm snowy night.