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We Are

Post No. 893

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We Are

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We are who we are ~

But who are we?

The boy becomes a man,

The girl becomes a woman,

As a stick of wood becomes a tree.

We are all that we were,

Covered with layer upon layer,

Wrapped and swathed

By life’s encounters;

But still the child hid inside

Looks out from time to time

Marvelling at the changes,

The patterns wrought by us

For both good and bad

In this world gone mad!

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©Denise G Allen, 02 November 2015 14:11


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Army of the Lord

Post No. 862

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Army of the Lord

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Mine eyes have seen the glory 
of the coming of the lord,
He is trampling out the vintage
where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He hath loosed the fateful lightning
of His terrible swift sword,
His truth is marching on

Glory! Glory ! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah
Glory! Glory ! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on

Is our life on earth a proving ground

For the fight between good and evil

We cannot doubt that God will win

Because all else depends on Him:

He is the Creator of the universe.

But is mankind ready, willing and able

To take a stand, seemingly against all odds,

To join His army and defeat the evil

Dwelling and swelling in its task

To take control of mankind’s heart.

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©Denise G Allen, 24 August 2015 08:54


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Chains

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Prisoner in the darkness of my soul,

Invisible chains held me in the blackness of that gaol,

Shadows moved around enclosing walls

Circling smoothly, pressing darkly

Black on black against the light.

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Spectres, spirits, ghouls flickered in the gloom,

Encroaching back to back around me in the room.

I cried out to God to help me flee,

Escape the evil that I felt surrounding me

And He… and HE was the One who set me free!

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©Denise G Allen, 13 May 2014 07:12


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Mothers

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Like any sample of humanity

Mothers vary from kind and loving

Generous spirits

To mean, long-suffering

Tartars and martyrs,

From plodding dinosaurs

To social butterflies.

Care-full or care-less

Chances of getting a great mother

Are just as good as they are bad,

But we view one another,

Offspring and mother,

Through rose tinted lenses of love.

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I shall not be putting any more posts on my blog until WordPress have fixed up all their problems, eg. email notifications from other blogs for which I have not asked.

©DGA 14 May 2012 08:25


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Carousel of Seasons

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Swing high, swing low

This is how the seasons go

See-sawing up and down

Like a carousel round and round

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Here today and gone tomorrow

Happy sun and clouds of sorrow

How the weather shapes our mood

How our mood can be subdued

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Light and playful breezes blow

Barely touch the water’s flow

These soft winds become a gale

On the rocks the ships impale

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Fickle weather fickle mood

Do not seem to augur good

We should always be prepared

To stand against the one who dared

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Do evil deeds and sinful feats

 And brings the world to disrepute

And spreads his malevolence

On those around him every one

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©DGA 16 November 2011 17:22


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Bad Boys

Good vs Bad Pictures, Images and Photos

Bad Boys

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Bad boys drew me

Like a moth to a flame,

Chatter and banter

The name of the game.

Exciting, enticing,

Teasing and joking,

Vying for attention,

Heart throbs aplenty,

Too many to mention.

But on the other side

Of the great divide

The good boys,

Mother’s choice,

Far from being dull,

Were the devious,

Hazardous, perilous,

Menaces.

♥♥♥

Good Girl Meets Bad Boy banner Pictures, Images and Photos

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©DGA 03.11.2010 05:00