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Come with me to the foot of the Cross,
Where the Son of Man redeemed our loss
A man of no import, wealth or fame,
His body strewn on a wooden frame.
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All that I treasure cannot be measured
when I gaze into your eyes,
Like heavenly diamonds that radiate beauty,
through your lips the universe sighs.
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I walked through fields of emerald green along a path of stones,
suddenly a butterfly came to me I was on my way back home.
She fluttered rainbows in the air her eyes so fixed on me,
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I began traveling at the speed of thought
my body weary my consciousness fraught,
with the realization that we are more
than stardust at our very core.
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The Spirit of Christmas
In what we believe,
God's gift to the world
Through Christ we receive.
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How you elude me! How you delude me with the appearance
of knowing your essence!
Your nature, one of succession and progression is at the core of my future position, yet you cry out with infinite regression!
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The Transformation
She was born, shrouded to a world that knew her not,
Her essence, hidden, except to her Creator who sought
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As I look inward, deep introspection revealing my inner vision, My thoughts illuminate my imperfections with precision. My love though distant and seemingly obscure,
unable to upbraid, uphold and endure.
The race I run with Time though long,
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I live to see another day
for which I'm grateful still,
My eyes though old, my body weak
My spirit it cannot kill.
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His name was Andy, oh what a dandy, how he longed to be seen,
His thoughts and feelings, hung on a ceiling, permeated the silkscreen.
His work through repetition of color and addition, give a hint of the machine in all,
But upon introspection, points in the direction that it's just Andy Warhol.
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The Best Poem Of Gene Simia
The Empty Tomb
Come with me to the foot of the Cross,
Where the Son of Man redeemed our loss
A man of no import, wealth or fame,
His body strewn on a wooden frame.
Come with me to the foot of the Cross,
Where the sin of the world as an albatross
Lie bare to the multitude for all to see,
The mysteries of eternity.
Come with me to the foot of the Cross,
Where even his garments were sold and tossed
His cry of thirst in ear shot of all,
Was met, with the taste of gall.
Come with me to the foot of the Cross,
A nail, the spear, in time embossed
He cries 'Forgive them for they know not what they do,
The raiment being torn in two.
Come with me to the foot of the cross,
Questioning agony of a mothers loss
'Mother behold your Son' he cries
The earth awash in rumbling sighs.
Come with me to the foot of the Cross,
The guards shout, 'This was the Son of God'
Transforming power through the shedding blood,
Their hearts changed as in a raging flood.
Come with me to the mountain Tomb,
Where kept inside this earthly womb
The temple of the living God,
Whose feet upon the earth once trod.
Come with me to the mountain Tomb,
A vigilant guard to be assumed
Whose watch though long could not foresee,
The earth contained eternity.
Come with me to the mountain Tomb,
The nightly watch of men attuned
The shock of boulder, rock and stone,
Cast aside, answers unknown.
Come with me to the empty Tomb,
where the Son of Man was thought to loom
All that was left were garments stained,
The precious blood upon them remained.
Come with me to the empty Tomb,
'He Has Arisen! ' as a flower in bloom
The memory of His promise that his Temple would be raised,
Filled their hearts with joy, to God be all the praise!
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