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Array ( [sid] => 35838 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => IT'S A SAD, SAD THING [time] => 2004-02-22 01:24:47 [hometext] => A Beam in the eye. [bodytext] => It's sad, sad indeed, to hear the things you say,
pretending to be wronged in an undeserving way.
Maneuvering for advantage, you slyly press your case,
all reason left behind, the facts all out of place.

No one's quite as good as you, all virtue in them lacking.
Accuse, accuse you do - Don't you hear the things you're saying?
Your standard is all wrong when it is your neighbor.
God demands perfection; the price of his good favor.

The evil heart you possess, you think lies in another,
while all of your mistakes, you minimize and cover.
Exposure someday will come, right before your eyes,
and just like I did too - Yourself you will despise.

Don't think of this as bad, or that you can't recover.
It's through being broken, we become Christ's brother.
A miracle is this, and a transformation sweet:
God's Spirit working in you to make your soul complete.

Looking back you'll see what a Pharisee you've been;
How it took the work of Christ to save your soul from sin.
Now, forget about the past, be thankful thru' and thru'
that grace has been reserved for such a wretch as you.
- (and me, I pray)

Jere.17:9 "The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked, who can know it? [comments] => 5 [counter] => 232 [topic] => 25 [informant] => Lionel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )

IT'S A SAD, SAD THING

Contributed by Lionel on Sunday, 22nd February 2004 @ 01:24:47 AM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems

It's sad, sad indeed, to hear the things you say,
pretending to be wronged in an undeserving way.
Maneuvering for advantage, you slyly press your case,
all reason left behind, the facts all out of place.

No one's quite as good as you, all virtue in them lacking.
Accuse, accuse you do - Don't you hear the things you're saying?
Your standard is all wrong when it is your neighbor.
God demands perfection; the price of his good favor.

The evil heart you possess, you think lies in another,
while all of your mistakes, you minimize and cover.
Exposure someday will come, right before your eyes,
and just like I did too - Yourself you will despise.

Don't think of this as bad, or that you can't recover.
It's through being broken, we become Christ's brother.
A miracle is this, and a transformation sweet:
God's Spirit working in you to make your soul complete.

Looking back you'll see what a Pharisee you've been;
How it took the work of Christ to save your soul from sin.
Now, forget about the past, be thankful thru' and thru'
that grace has been reserved for such a wretch as you.
- (and me, I pray)

Jere.17:9 "The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked, who can know it?

Copyright © Lionel ... [ 2004-02-22 01:24:47]
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Re: IT'S A SAD, SAD THING (User Rating: 1 )
by loveisendless on Sunday, 22nd February 2004 @ 03:38:56 AM AEST
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A NICE WAY OF PUTTING A PRAYER TO BE SOUGHT! VERY NICE HOW YOU WORDED IT,TOO!!
DAN!!!

Re: IT'S A SAD, SAD THING (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 22nd February 2004 @ 06:14:55 AM AEST
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Good work.
luv, huggs,
emy

Re: IT'S A SAD, SAD THING (User Rating: 1 )
by Stitch on Sunday, 22nd February 2004 @ 08:13:07 PM AEST
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This hit right between the eyes. Thanks.
Stitch

Re: IT'S A SAD, SAD THING (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamWeaver on Monday, 23rd February 2004 @ 01:37:31 AM AEST
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Your message is powerful, and your flow is excellent ... an excellent write ... Jan

Re: IT'S A SAD, SAD THING (User Rating: 1 )
by critterhideaway on Wednesday, 8th September 2004 @ 01:40:31 PM AEST
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Very provocative, Right, We must be clear down sometimes in order for God to take control of our lives. Thank you for these thoughts

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