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  What True Love Really Is A Poem

There can not be enough words to say How grateful I am that I don’t have to pay The price that you gave In order to save me and the entire world My dear Jesus, you died on a cross To save all the souls of the lost How can I possibly understand How it felt to have in...

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  The River of His Love A Poem

The river which flows within us, is filled by God's agape love, to strengthen, empower and redeem us, from evil, and all the things thereof. His river of love brings us hope ... enriches the heart that was riddled with doubt. It fills the mind with peace within, and...

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  My Love A Poem

I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots. Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes. As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the...

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  My Beloved A Poem

Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant. As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh leaping...

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  Love A Poem

Let all those that put their trust in thee rejoice: let them ever shout for joy, because thou defendest them: let them also that love thy name be joyful in thee. I will love thee, O Lord, my strength. O love the Lord, all ye his saints: for the Lord preserveth the...

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  Living Lovingly A Poem

Lord, I don’t have much to offer, My talents are few and small. But all I am I give to you. Willingly, I heed your call. Use me today, I pray, dear Lord. Make me a blessing as I go. May all I think, or do, or say, Your great love to others show. Lord, I don’t want to...

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  How Loving was I? A Poem

What difference does it make, if all I do is die! Was I foolish, or was I clever? It really doesn't matter, if I really don't live forever! Ah, but Jesus conquered even the grave! So, death is not my master! I am not death's slave! Now, being foolish or being wise,...

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  Heather’s Love A Poem

Inspired by a clean teen ralley at church and by a special high school friend met while riding the bus. The fire of desire becomes only a glowing ember, and mid summer night’s love fades to the coldness of December. But the kindnesses of lovers, the things they do and...

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Growing Old

It's no fun when you're old and gray,  No one wants to listen to what you have to say.  You can't get around the way you used to do,  You must depend on others the whole day through.  It isn't so very funny, just you wait and see,  You may end up in a wheelchair just...

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