<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228</id><updated>2011-12-13T15:46:49.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dads poems</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-3659212949520286392</id><published>2011-12-13T15:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:46:49.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;a poem by me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not cancer, flu, cold or blister,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not my brother nor my sister,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not my lifetime partner... no,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not my worst day of woe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's me smart ol' me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My worst and meanest enemy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiku:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just think about it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace and joy come from true prayer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing else ...really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-3659212949520286392?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3659212949520286392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/12/poem-by-me-not-cancer-flu-cold-or_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not cancer, flu, cold or blister,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not my brother or my sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not my lifetime partner... no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not my worst day of woe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's me smart ol' me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My worst and meanest enemy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiku:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just think about it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace and joy come from true prayer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing else ...really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-1921625554645341277?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1921625554645341277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-8927905103533462654</id><published>2011-12-13T15:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:44:32.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" &gt;Haiku:&lt;br /&gt;Just think about it,&lt;br /&gt;Peace and joy come from  true prayer,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else ...really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" &gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Not cancer, flu, cold or blister,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Not my brother or my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Not my lifetime partner... no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Not my worst day of woe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But it's me smart ol' me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My worst and meanest enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-8927905103533462654?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8927905103533462654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/12/haiku-just-think-about-it-peace-and-joy_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/8927905103533462654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/8927905103533462654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/12/haiku-just-think-about-it-peace-and-joy_13.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-6346190973226226646</id><published>2011-12-13T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:43:57.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Haiku:&lt;br /&gt;Just think about it,&lt;br /&gt;Peace and joy come from  true prayer,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else ...really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Not cancer, flu, cold or blister,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Not my brother or my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Not my lifetime partner... no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Not my worst day of woe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But it's me smart ol' me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My worst and meanest enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-6346190973226226646?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6346190973226226646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/12/haiku-just-think-about-it-peace-and-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/6346190973226226646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/6346190973226226646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/12/haiku-just-think-about-it-peace-and-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-1143025203805981048</id><published>2011-11-25T03:11:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T03:12:20.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt; &lt;div id="id_4ecf76cf880af4134047156" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;Title:  The Husband The Dad&lt;br /&gt;I never sailed at ship at sea,&lt;br /&gt;I never climbed a  mount,&lt;br /&gt;I never ran for miles and miles,&lt;br /&gt;Some fears I won't  surmount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never parachuted,&lt;br /&gt;Or even bungie jumped,&lt;br /&gt;I  never slept out in the open,&lt;br /&gt;Most times I have been stumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  adventure is to love you,&lt;br /&gt;That's my ship at sea,&lt;br /&gt;My achievement is to show  you God,&lt;br /&gt;A great explorer I'll be.&lt;br /&gt;By me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-1143025203805981048?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1143025203805981048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/11/title-husband-dad-i-never-sailed-at_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/1143025203805981048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/1143025203805981048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/11/title-husband-dad-i-never-sailed-at_25.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-1444607501628934941</id><published>2011-11-25T03:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T03:11:51.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt; &lt;div id="id_4ecf76cf880af4134047156" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;Title:  The Husband The Dad&lt;br /&gt;I never sailed at ship at sea,&lt;br /&gt;I never climbed a  mount,&lt;br /&gt;I never ran for miles and miles,&lt;br /&gt;Some fears I won't  surmount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never parachuted,&lt;br /&gt;Or even bungie jumped,&lt;br /&gt;I  never slept out in the open,&lt;br /&gt;Most times I have been stumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  adventure is to love you,&lt;br /&gt;That's my ship at sea,&lt;br /&gt;My achievement is to show  you God,&lt;br /&gt;A great explorer I'll be.&lt;br /&gt;By me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-1444607501628934941?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1444607501628934941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/11/title-husband-dad-i-never-sailed-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/1444607501628934941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/1444607501628934941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/11/title-husband-dad-i-never-sailed-at.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-1637271576897551624</id><published>2011-11-12T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T13:59:15.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" &gt;A Haiku;&lt;br /&gt;By now said the  tree,&lt;br /&gt;I should be taller, stronger&lt;br /&gt;Sapling said ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" &gt;you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-1637271576897551624?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1637271576897551624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/11/haiku-by-now-said-tree-i-should-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/1637271576897551624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/1637271576897551624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/11/haiku-by-now-said-tree-i-should-be.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-1601740086094519493</id><published>2011-11-12T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T14:27:46.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Appointed times and places I must be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's for my good I lovingly comply,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When hard times come I'll never ask God why,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bad that ever comes is good for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The biggest enemy I'll ever see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's me, still sin's a difficult deny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's me. to random comes my smiling eye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E'en know I am a christian thourghly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being in Gods kingdom changes life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's plenty faith and hope and love for all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kill, destroy and steal will n'er come near,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You rest now be at peace give up the strife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now prepare for God, I heard HIS call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Fathers narrow path I will not fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-1601740086094519493?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1601740086094519493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/11/appointed-times-and-places-i-must-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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this new new day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hopeful I can ascend to where,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are LORD if I may.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Troubles come with no path clear ahead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to know, i'd like to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But results are the Fathers results,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And repairs are the Father fixes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on I go for I heard him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-6293371430202677391?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6293371430202677391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-now-another-venture-of-prayer-will.html#comment-form' 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forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "  &gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;If I refrain from looking for the rain,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;If I forget to sit and soak some sun,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;If that e'er happens I will be the one,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;To know my life that day did have no gain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Forget to smile at you and I look plain,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;If I decide in life I haven't won,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I'll know that day I left some tasks undone,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I'll backtrack off that horrible path if Vain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;A thankful outlook is a treasure great,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;The ones have this have a hope, a rock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;These full wise hearts have joy beyond their years,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Though trouble comes it ne'er will change their state.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I often look and take my fruitful stock,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Of joy or sadness what creates my tears?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;---By me----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-3967837451671414019?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3967837451671414019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-i-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/3967837451671414019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/3967837451671414019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-i-forget.html' title='If I forget'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-609068974560192781</id><published>2011-08-18T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T17:43:56.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Between</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have the rightousness of Christ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fullness I'll have some day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HIS rightousness freely priced,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh fill me Father  ..yay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it seems somewhere between holy and depraved  I sit.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere between glory and sin I run my marathon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The great fan club i had is gone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only member me ...is not any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sill I thank God and I give HIM my gift &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenacity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-609068974560192781?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/609068974560192781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/08/somewhere-between.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/609068974560192781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-862458208748165949?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/862458208748165949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/07/quiet-listening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/862458208748165949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/862458208748165949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/07/quiet-listening.html' title='quiet listening'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-7580168688103512629</id><published>2011-07-23T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T18:08:34.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>King and Priests</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;a poem: In my free hymn style. The first four verses in a 3 , 4  pentameter, hymn style rhyming as you can. And the last 5 or 6 lines in a free style with a one or two word ending sentence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my mind I am a King,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With honor, integrety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stride through life with joy I sing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praising Gods soveriegnty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when I begin to look,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then I see actually,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems I am thwrated and foiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I do know who I am not:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not a devourer and loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A haiku:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The true beauty once beheld,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cycle of forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-7580168688103512629?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7580168688103512629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/07/king-sand-priests.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/7580168688103512629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/7580168688103512629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/07/king-sand-priests.html' title='King and Priests'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-9095583578678722924</id><published>2011-05-30T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T07:50:03.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div id="id_4de3ac348b1f22194833812" class="text_exposed_root" style="display: inline; "&gt;This is a free hymn poem, a style I made up...&lt;br /&gt;We love you LORD with all our heart,&lt;br /&gt;But we must now confess,&lt;br /&gt;We see you dimely only in part,&lt;br /&gt;a miracle a mystery sucess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder how this can happen,&lt;br /&gt;We know we belong with the Father,&lt;br /&gt;And surely we know the Father only in part,&lt;br /&gt;Yet we love HIM so much,&lt;br /&gt;This is only one of Heavens great treasures.&lt;br /&gt;Just wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;haiku: What I learned....&lt;br /&gt;HE pulls all the strings,&lt;br /&gt;And HE can hide very well,&lt;br /&gt;Even when HE 's found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;‎2:30 am haiku;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep has sped away,&lt;br /&gt;Wakeful with a thankful in heart,&lt;br /&gt;God is good INDEED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Look beyond this day oh man with joy,&lt;br /&gt;You actions now will reap to you the truth,&lt;br /&gt;How did you love and heal the old the youth?&lt;br /&gt;You think your joy will change oh wonder boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the only things we can take out of this life is our character. Treat it as your treasure, my fruits of the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;the permanent vacation;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;An empty house no people flies or fleas,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;The dishes they get done in minutes now,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;My dinner is still cooked for three, somehow,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I'm happy 'cause my hearts near redwood trees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;It's spring now where I live but Oh deep freeze,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;There is a coldness here a sacred cow,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;To bluntness full of lies they'll all kowtow,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;To meet one full of love is a rare fresh breeze.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;My Dad had tried for years to prosper here,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I finally get the message years to late,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;If struggle is our lot I'll go to where,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;The hand of God made beauty to endear,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;East side Detroit no more I'll take your bait,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;In Redwoods I will sing The LORDS good Prayer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-9095583578678722924?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/9095583578678722924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-is-free-hymn-poem-style-i-made-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/9095583578678722924'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-748401848022653861?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/748401848022653861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-noisy-silence-tells-me-i-am-not_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/748401848022653861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/748401848022653861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-noisy-silence-tells-me-i-am-not_06.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-6453604835265374883</id><published>2011-02-06T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T08:50:42.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem from Pslam 17</title><content type='html'>What do I hold in high esteem and treasure?&lt;div&gt;And is it right to make this valuable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and should this wond'rus thing make my life full?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh did I build a lie filled life of pleasure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see my belly's full I have some leisure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My children satisfy my life's not dull,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll pass on stuff and that's commendable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My portion in this life is of good measure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;King David said that he'll be satisified,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when he awakes- his likeness is like HIS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He'll see the righteousness upon Gods face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think a greater goal no man  has tried,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so off I go to change my goal to this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to Dwell under HIS wings, be filled with grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-6453604835265374883?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-7803452897398347394</id><published>2011-01-01T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:21:44.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hen where,what,why ask?&lt;div&gt;You know the answer, just think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wisdom freely gives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-7803452897398347394?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7803452897398347394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/01/who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/7803452897398347394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/7803452897398347394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2011/01/who.html' title='Who?'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-4611620981342951456</id><published>2010-12-30T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T06:54:27.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Just how can I see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I forget my mirror face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;At times I just sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-4611620981342951456?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4611620981342951456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-how-can-i-see-i-forget-my-mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/4611620981342951456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/4611620981342951456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-how-can-i-see-i-forget-my-mirror.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-5678731003544777648</id><published>2010-11-20T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T20:28:01.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It is the best decision one can make,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;begin each morning;start a brand new day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gift another chance, past flee away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't even visit Mr. pasts old wake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you just woke this morning bake a cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And celebrate and laugh and maybe play,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another chance you have, yippee yay!,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to grow in love for God and praise and pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see we're creatures of eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll live for ever ever and then some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Father don't make junk not a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So get yourself together for you see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though your body's wore and tore and  sore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The treasure is your bond with God don't quit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-5678731003544777648?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5678731003544777648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2010/11/christian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/5678731003544777648'/><link rel='self' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I think I'll try again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;As I have a thousand times before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sure I'll fail but in a million years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'll still be on this road,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Walking along singing a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Not many are like me,that have fail plenty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But I vowed to try and try and try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'll walk with God the best I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;On this road this road,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Walking along, singing a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When you see me walk on by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just know I'm giving it a try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm smiling and hopeful in my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I may not feel this way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But I'm walking this rough road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Limping along. singing a new song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cause I heard his voice one day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He assured me he's the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He assured me He's the truth and the life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just by the depth of his voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I know I'll always be on this road, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Jogging along singing his new song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-5950917814637665115?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5950917814637665115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-simple-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/5950917814637665115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/5950917814637665115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-simple-song.html' title='My Simple Song'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-5316984332111645056</id><published>2010-11-04T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T15:33:51.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a sonnet for Antonette</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My song of Antonette:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I imangine blessed Mary I,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can see that she would have to be so great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She would have to raise HIM t'was her fate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her love and wisdom one ne'er can deny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I see another MARY in my minds eye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She knows just when to act and when to wait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her love and wisdom wins she's ne'er irate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughters talent's high as the wondrus sky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the hand of God is on Anns life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has great peace, she shines HIS hope to all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she's around all things will turn out fine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She'll make a blessed mother blessed wife,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has great love for family that's her call,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gods ways in Ann they perfectly entwine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Written by your Dad November 4, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-5316984332111645056?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5316984332111645056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2010/11/sonnet-for-antonette.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/5316984332111645056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/5316984332111645056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2010/11/sonnet-for-antonette.html' title='a sonnet for Antonette'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-1928894307304457158</id><published>2010-07-10T17:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T17:25:38.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotts turn, the sixth son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There was a young hero named Scott,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An artists touch he has got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He takes care of business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He plays with all coolness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our gift our God has brought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-1928894307304457158?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1928894307304457158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2010/07/scotts-turn-sixth-son_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/1928894307304457158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/1928894307304457158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2010/07/scotts-turn-sixth-son_10.html' title='Scotts turn, the sixth son'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-1390047141790191282</id><published>2010-07-05T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T03:14:51.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oil limericks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There was a big oil leak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It went on for more than a week,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They dispursed the oil,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Causing nature to spoil,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I think our out look may look bleak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whats the little fishes gonna do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the're looking for food in goo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess they'll die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye little fishies bye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your neighborhood turned black from blue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was an oil spill, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It came from a long long drill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the must have forgot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A spill it is not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAKE UP it's not the time to chill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there could a hurrician that is black,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it could be right on track,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to rain on our lakes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we can't afford mistakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is oil we have to attack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was an avenger named God, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who in his wisdom gave angels a nod,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let the gulf now turn black,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause true leadership they lack,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their wisdom is all a facade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is one that knows what to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he has the right break through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he's not in charge,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this gush will get large,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say find him this man and his crew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The president, he is a smart man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He doing what ever he can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has a clue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About what to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is your oil battle plan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was once a country with hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they drilled the continental slope,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The equiptment got broke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was oil and smoke,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this country can't cope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was some oil from BP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow it leaked in the sea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Who cares we're still rich,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just a small glitch",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said the men in charge with glee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There once was a people that played,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They hardly ever prayed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big leak got bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most never got sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In their happy little world they stayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some on the coast could not work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause this oil thing went berserk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were sad they were mad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and this was bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BP's shareholders ne'er lost their smirk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-1390047141790191282?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1390047141790191282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2010/07/oil-limericks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/1390047141790191282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/1390047141790191282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2010/07/oil-limericks.html' title='oil limericks'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-521230239721336863</id><published>2010-06-25T18:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T18:37:52.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an oil limerick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a big oil leak,&lt;br /&gt;It went on for more than a week,&lt;br /&gt;They dispursed the oil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;Causing nature to spoil,&lt;br /&gt;Now I think our out look may look bleak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-521230239721336863?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/521230239721336863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2010/06/oil-limerick_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/521230239721336863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/521230239721336863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2010/06/oil-limerick_25.html' title='an oil limerick'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-8344199319899714587</id><published>2010-06-25T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T18:37:48.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an oil limerick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a big oil leak,&lt;br /&gt;It went on for more than a week,&lt;br /&gt;They dispursed the oil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;Causing nature to spoil,&lt;br /&gt;Now I think our out look may look bleak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-8344199319899714587?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8344199319899714587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2010/06/oil-limerick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/8344199319899714587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/8344199319899714587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2010/06/oil-limerick.html' title='an oil limerick'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-9202213187023427551</id><published>2010-06-25T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T15:54:25.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five of my sons, little limericks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;There is a young Chris with game,&lt;br /&gt;His demeanor though looks pretty tame,&lt;br /&gt;but when he gets going,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;His valor start showing,&lt;br /&gt;He gives honor to his surname.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A sure footed youth He was,&lt;br /&gt;This Eric showed peace because,&lt;br /&gt;His discernment is keen,&lt;br /&gt;The Devils lies easily seen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He's awesome... that's what he does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A young pizza maker named Mike,&lt;br /&gt;Made pizza's that everyone liked,&lt;br /&gt;He's promoted one day,&lt;br /&gt;To manager... they say,&lt;br /&gt;The best pizzas are still made by Mike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There is a talent named Nick,&lt;br /&gt;Who can find any lost thing quick,&lt;br /&gt;One day he'll find gold,&lt;br /&gt;What a sight to behold,&lt;br /&gt;outsmarting that Leprechaun Mick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" size="13px" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There is a true genius named Luke,&lt;br /&gt;Who's success is surely no fluke,&lt;br /&gt;when things get real tough,&lt;br /&gt;He has the right stuff,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The girls also say He's cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-9202213187023427551?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/9202213187023427551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2010/06/five-of-my-sons-little-limericks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/9202213187023427551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/9202213187023427551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2010/06/five-of-my-sons-little-limericks.html' title='Five of my sons, little limericks'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-8833103991078912690</id><published>2009-11-24T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:03:04.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Rev&amp;amp;c=21&amp;amp;v=23&amp;amp;t=KJV#23"&gt;Rev 21:23&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb [is] the light thereof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the night time,&lt;br /&gt;Do flowers forget the sun?&lt;br /&gt;Can we forget God?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-8833103991078912690?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8833103991078912690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/11/rev-2123-and-city-had-no-need-of-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/8833103991078912690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/8833103991078912690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/11/rev-2123-and-city-had-no-need-of-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-7588071233133346508</id><published>2009-11-21T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T17:03:54.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fo real</title><content type='html'>Rom 3:10 As it is written, There is none righteous, no, not one:&lt;br /&gt;Rom 3:11 There is none that understandeth, there is none that seeketh after God.&lt;br /&gt;Rom 3:12 They are all gone out of the way, they are together become unprofitable; there is none that doeth good, no, not one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU will not murmur.&lt;br /&gt;It's His rules, His way, His grace.&lt;br /&gt;Surely, word, fosho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-7588071233133346508?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7588071233133346508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/11/fo-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/7588071233133346508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/7588071233133346508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/11/fo-real.html' title='Fo real'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-4456167516067155308</id><published>2009-11-17T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:44:49.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Play time is over,&lt;br /&gt;A loser keeps on playing,&lt;br /&gt;When holiness calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-4456167516067155308?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4456167516067155308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/11/play-time-is-over-loser-keeps-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/4456167516067155308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/4456167516067155308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/11/play-time-is-over-loser-keeps-on.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-887440598310077701</id><published>2009-10-30T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:50:27.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Genesis 1:3     And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.&lt;br /&gt; Gen 1:4    And God saw the light, that [it was] good: and God divided the light from the darkness. &lt;br /&gt;Haiku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say"Be Light,"&lt;br /&gt;nothing happens, I'm not God.&lt;br /&gt;Mabey I'm the light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-887440598310077701?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/887440598310077701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/10/genesis-13-and-god-said-let-there-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/887440598310077701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/887440598310077701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/10/genesis-13-and-god-said-let-there-be.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-4615315946227094044</id><published>2009-10-28T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T01:36:18.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Rev&amp;amp;c=22&amp;amp;v=5&amp;amp;t=KJV#5"&gt;Rev 22:5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there shall be no night there; and they need no candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God giveth them light: and they shall reign for ever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun is setting?&lt;br /&gt;truely the earth turns away&lt;br /&gt;the Light shines always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-4615315946227094044?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4615315946227094044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/10/rev-225-and-there-shall-be-no-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/4615315946227094044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/4615315946227094044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/10/rev-225-and-there-shall-be-no-night.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-8442355621830091044</id><published>2009-10-24T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:31:33.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Mal&amp;amp;c=3&amp;amp;v=6&amp;amp;t=KJV#6"&gt;Mal 3:6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I [am] the LORD, I change not; therefore ye sons of Jacob are not consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is coming trees,&lt;br /&gt;It gets cold your leaves will fall,&lt;br /&gt;You need this to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-8442355621830091044?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8442355621830091044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/10/mal-36-for-i-am-lord-i-change-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/8442355621830091044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/8442355621830091044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/10/mal-36-for-i-am-lord-i-change-not.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-7841822953013893780</id><published>2009-10-18T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T06:41:29.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1Cr 13:10 But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.&lt;br /&gt;1Cr 13:11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.&lt;br /&gt;1Cr 13:12 For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.&lt;br /&gt;1Cr 13:13 And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these [is] charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiddin the beauty,&lt;br /&gt;Eyes see not what the mind hides.&lt;br /&gt;I see. It looks dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-7841822953013893780?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7841822953013893780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/10/1cr-1310-but-when-that-which-is-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/7841822953013893780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/7841822953013893780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/10/1cr-1310-but-when-that-which-is-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-126147294647046285</id><published>2009-10-06T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:52:07.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero of mine</title><content type='html'>It's like the night time when the sun should shine,&lt;br /&gt;It's like it's cloudy on brightest day,&lt;br /&gt;I see the glimpses of the rainbow's ray,&lt;br /&gt;Only when I pray oh Hope Divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deaths shadow valley twisted me like twine,&lt;br /&gt;I prayed a prayer of praise with out delay,&lt;br /&gt;Devourer was then rebuked away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Twas&lt;/span&gt; by the Lord of Hosts hero of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that moment on I changed my mind,&lt;br /&gt;For I heard HIS voice in mine own ears,&lt;br /&gt;The few words that he said baptized my soul,&lt;br /&gt;HIS voice had depth, command was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;loving kind&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad HE is my shepherd, glad with tears,&lt;br /&gt;No burdens now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rejoice&lt;/span&gt; I will be whole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-126147294647046285?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/126147294647046285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/10/hero-of-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/126147294647046285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/126147294647046285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/10/hero-of-mine.html' title='Hero of mine'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-2330544663893393279</id><published>2009-10-03T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:08:50.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>narrow gate</title><content type='html'>Mat 7:13 "Enter by the narrow gate; for wide [is] the gate and broad [is] the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat 7:14 Because [fn] narrow [is] the gate and difficult [is] the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiku;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So comfortable,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wide easy straight road,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not narrow and rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Jesus says there are few that find it. In Noah's day it was only 8 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-2330544663893393279?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2330544663893393279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/10/narrow-gate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/2330544663893393279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/2330544663893393279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/10/narrow-gate.html' title='narrow gate'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-557088942884891472</id><published>2009-09-24T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T12:33:52.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/l%20comm/27"&gt;Luk 12:27&lt;/a&gt; Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/study/tsk/tsk.cfm?b=Luk&amp;amp;c=12&amp;amp;v=28&amp;amp;t=KJVHYPERLINK/study/tsk/tsk.cfm?b=Luk&amp;amp;c=12&amp;amp;v=28&amp;amp;t=KJVHYPERLINK/lconc/28HYPERLINK/lconc/28HYPERLINK/lcomm/28HYPERLINK/lcomm/28"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/l%20vrsn/28HYPERLINKHYPERLINKHYPERLINK#dict/28"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/l%20comm/28"&gt;Luk 12:28&lt;/a&gt; If then God so clothe the grass, which is to day in the field, and to morrow is cast into the oven; how much more [will he clothe] you, O ye of little faith? &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/study/tsk/tsk.cfm?b=Luk&amp;amp;c=12&amp;amp;v=29&amp;amp;t=KJVHYPERLINK/study/tsk/tsk.cfm?b=Luk&amp;amp;c=12&amp;amp;v=29&amp;amp;t=KJVHYPERLINK/lconc/29HYPERLINK/lconc/29HYPERLINK/lcomm/29HYPERLINK/lcomm/29"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/l%20vrsn/29HYPERLINKHYPERLINKHYPERLINK#dict/29"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/l%20comm/29"&gt;Luk 12:29&lt;/a&gt; And seek not ye what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink, neither be ye of doubtful mind. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/study/tsk/tsk.cfm?b=Luk&amp;amp;c=12&amp;amp;v=30&amp;amp;t=KJVHYPERLINK/study/tsk/tsk.cfm?b=Luk&amp;amp;c=12&amp;amp;v=30&amp;amp;t=KJVHYPERLINK/lconc/30HYPERLINK/lconc/30HYPERLINK/lcomm/30HYPERLINK/lcomm/30"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/l%20vrsn/30HYPERLINKHYPERLINKHYPERLINK#dict/30"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/l%20comm/30"&gt;Luk 12:30&lt;/a&gt; For all these things do the nations of the world seek after: and your Father knoweth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrayed with glory&lt;br /&gt;And Solomon was not close&lt;br /&gt;Lilies like themselves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-557088942884891472?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/557088942884891472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/09/luk-1227-consider-lilies-how-they-grow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/557088942884891472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/557088942884891472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/09/luk-1227-consider-lilies-how-they-grow.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-5338163192847819495</id><published>2009-09-15T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:10:47.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1Cr 13:12   For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. &lt;br /&gt; 1Cr 13:13   And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these [is] charity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the bee wonder?&lt;br /&gt;Lord how do I be a bee?&lt;br /&gt;nope, never, nada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-5338163192847819495?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5338163192847819495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/09/1cr-1312-for-now-we-see-through-glass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/5338163192847819495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/5338163192847819495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/09/1cr-1312-for-now-we-see-through-glass.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-417724456137637639</id><published>2009-08-15T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:48:10.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rev 3:17&lt;br /&gt;Because you say, 'I am rich, have become wealthy, and have need of nothing'--and do not know that you are wretched, miserable, poor, blind, and naked-- &lt;br /&gt; Rev 3:18&lt;br /&gt;I counsel you to buy from Me gold refined in the fire, that you may be rich; and white garments, that you may be clothed, [that] the shame of your nakedness may not be revealed; and anoint your eyes with eye salve, that you may see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inward and hidden?&lt;br /&gt;Our Father sees all  our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Prosper knowing this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-417724456137637639?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/417724456137637639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/08/rev-317-because-thou-sayest-i-am-rich.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/417724456137637639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/417724456137637639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/08/rev-317-because-thou-sayest-i-am-rich.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-3995685665836436549</id><published>2009-08-15T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:41:06.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Genesis 22:7&lt;br /&gt;  And Isaac spake unto Abraham his father, and said, My father: and he said, Here [am] I, my son. And he said, Behold the fire and the wood: but where [is] the lamb for a burnt offering? &lt;br /&gt; Gen 22:8 &lt;br /&gt; And Abraham said, My son, God will provide himself a lamb for a burnt offering: so they went both of them together. &lt;br /&gt; Gen 22:9&lt;br /&gt; ¶ And they came to the place which God had told him of; and Abraham built an altar there, and laid the wood in order, and bound Isaac his son, and laid him on the altar upon the wood. &lt;br /&gt; Gen 22:10&lt;br /&gt;   And Abraham stretched forth his hand, and took the knife to slay his son. &lt;br /&gt; Gen 22:11&lt;br /&gt;  And the angel of the LORD called unto him out of heaven, and said, Abraham, Abraham: and he said, Here [am] I. &lt;br /&gt; Gen 22:12&lt;br /&gt;  And he said, Lay not thine hand upon the lad, neither do thou any thing unto him: for now I know that thou fearest God, seeing thou hast not withheld thy son, thine only [son] from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiku,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what it looks like,&lt;br /&gt;I know how it feels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-3995685665836436549?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3995685665836436549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/08/genesis-227-and-isaac-spake-unto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/3995685665836436549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/3995685665836436549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/08/genesis-227-and-isaac-spake-unto.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-851192214042697975</id><published>2009-08-13T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:42:56.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Romans 6:23&lt;br /&gt;For the wages of sin [is] death; but the gift of God [is] eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;1John 1:7&lt;br /&gt;But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cleanseth&lt;/span&gt; us from all sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Suns light is free&lt;br /&gt;All other light costs too much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Artificial&lt;/span&gt; light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-851192214042697975?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/851192214042697975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/08/romans-623-for-wages-of-sin-is-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/851192214042697975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/851192214042697975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/08/romans-623-for-wages-of-sin-is-death.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-3461621723253955753</id><published>2009-08-12T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:28:04.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mat 6:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Peter 2:&lt;br /&gt;1 Therefore, laying aside all malice, all deceit, hypocrisy, envy, and all evil speaking,&lt;br /&gt;1Peter 2:2&lt;br /&gt;as newborn babes, desire the pure milk of the word, that you may grow thereby, [fn]&lt;br /&gt;1Peter 2:3&lt;br /&gt;if indeed you have tasted that the Lord is gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enlighten me Sun,&lt;br /&gt;I need to grow" said the tree,&lt;br /&gt;nothing else will help&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-3461621723253955753?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3461621723253955753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/08/mat-628-and-why-take-ye-thought-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/3461621723253955753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/3461621723253955753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/08/mat-628-and-why-take-ye-thought-for.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-4394317628886658399</id><published>2009-08-11T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:34:20.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Luke 12:49&lt;br /&gt;I am come to send fire on the earth; and what will I, if it be already kindled?&lt;br /&gt; Acts 2:3&lt;br /&gt;And there appeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them. &lt;br /&gt;  haiku&lt;br /&gt;Come forest fire,&lt;br /&gt;and burn all the dead old growth,&lt;br /&gt;my forest must live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-4394317628886658399?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4394317628886658399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/08/luke-1249-i-am-come-to-send-fire-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/4394317628886658399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/4394317628886658399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/08/luke-1249-i-am-come-to-send-fire-on.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-5034311922317272567</id><published>2009-08-09T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:45:14.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is beauty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pslam&lt;/span&gt; 27:4&lt;br /&gt;One [thing] have I desired of the LORD, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to behold the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the LORD, and to enquire in his temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortal man is beautifully made,&lt;br /&gt;But Gods beauty is more.&lt;br /&gt;children playing growing strong,&lt;br /&gt;Gods beauty is more.&lt;br /&gt;A virtuous woman loving and wise,&lt;br /&gt;Gods beauty is more.&lt;br /&gt;The work of your hands and passing it on,&lt;br /&gt;Gods beauty is more&lt;br /&gt;A friend through peace a friend through war,&lt;br /&gt;Gods beauty is more.&lt;br /&gt;The Creatures of land of sea and air,&lt;br /&gt;Gods beauty is more.&lt;br /&gt;Niagara falls and mountain tops,&lt;br /&gt;Gods beauty is more.&lt;br /&gt;Massive stars through endless space&lt;br /&gt;Gods beauty is more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus as a baby,&lt;br /&gt;Fathers beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus growing strong,&lt;br /&gt;Fathers beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Him crucified,&lt;br /&gt;Fathers beauty.&lt;br /&gt;He is risen&lt;br /&gt;Fathers beauty&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Kings of Kings ,&lt;br /&gt;Fathers beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus  High priest&lt;br /&gt;Fathers beauty&lt;br /&gt;Father loved us first,&lt;br /&gt;Our Fathers beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Giving us His Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;This is our Fathers beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-5034311922317272567?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5034311922317272567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/5034311922317272567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/5034311922317272567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-beauty.html' title='What is beauty?'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-8490266878049473953</id><published>2009-08-07T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:49:11.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Work</title><content type='html'>Do waves get fired?&lt;br /&gt;Do the young trees get laid off,&lt;br /&gt;Not when God hires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Honduran friend at work got laid off this week.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a haiku for him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whether&lt;/span&gt; one is laid off or working, the work of the Father should still go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-8490266878049473953?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8490266878049473953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/08/true-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/8490266878049473953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/8490266878049473953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/08/true-work.html' title='True Work'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-2407041134865830952</id><published>2009-08-02T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:16:27.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A free verse, my rare attempt</title><content type='html'>James 4:5&lt;br /&gt;Or do you think that the Scripture says in vain, "The Spirit who dwells in us yearns jealously"?&lt;br /&gt;Jam 4:6&lt;br /&gt;But He gives more grace. Therefore He says: "God &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;resists the proud,&lt;/span&gt; But gives grace to the humble." [fn]&lt;br /&gt;Jam 4:7&lt;br /&gt;Therefore submit to God. Resist the devil and he will flee from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Thessalonians 2:9&lt;br /&gt;The coming of the [lawless one] is according to the working of Satan, with all power, signs, and lying wonders,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Th 2:10&lt;br /&gt;and with all unrighteous deception among those who perish, because they did not receive the love of the truth, that they might be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Th 2:11&lt;br /&gt;And for this reason &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God will send them strong delusion&lt;/span&gt;, that they should believe the lie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Th 2:12&lt;br /&gt;that they all may be condemned who did not believe the truth but had pleasure in unrighteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man some how he grows alone&lt;br /&gt;ah that is a myth,&lt;br /&gt;the Fathers hand is seen all over one just has to look,&lt;br /&gt;and never with your blindness, never with your deafness,&lt;br /&gt;for surely pride will say out loud I see and I am healed,&lt;br /&gt;and this great pride we keep secure&lt;br /&gt;this pride our enemy within,&lt;br /&gt;Our Father resists on every count and&lt;br /&gt;sends his guidance always,&lt;br /&gt;He creates the truth and creates delusion for Creator is his name,&lt;br /&gt;we have to know&lt;br /&gt; and see&lt;br /&gt;and hear&lt;br /&gt;and pray to the real Father&lt;br /&gt;this is the true work of our life&lt;br /&gt;work hard oh work hard&lt;br /&gt;Our Fathers story is in the scriptures written between our lines.&lt;br /&gt;And true Love for God cannot be faked or fooled or proud of you,&lt;br /&gt;we're safe through Jesus Loving our Father this is not a myth.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad that some are knowingly ignorant on the true way to grow,&lt;br /&gt;so sad that in our short 120 years some will never find,&lt;br /&gt;or see&lt;br /&gt;or hear&lt;br /&gt;the real truth&lt;br /&gt;they are stuck in strong, strong delusion,&lt;br /&gt;For Our loving Father sends us what we want,&lt;br /&gt;and He just may tell us that some day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-2407041134865830952?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2407041134865830952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-verse-my-rare-attempt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/2407041134865830952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/2407041134865830952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-verse-my-rare-attempt.html' title='A free verse, my rare attempt'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-3535945464390713492</id><published>2009-08-01T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T03:24:43.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2Peter 3:3  &lt;br /&gt; Knowing this first, that there shall come in the last days scoffers, walking after their own lusts, &lt;br /&gt; 2Pe 3:4  &lt;br /&gt;And saying, Where is the promise of his coming? for since the fathers fell asleep, all things continue as [they were] from the beginning of the creation. &lt;br /&gt; 2Pe 3:5 &lt;br /&gt; For this they &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;willingly are ignorant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of, that by the word of God the heavens were of old, and the earth standing out of the water and in the water: &lt;br /&gt; 2Pe 3:6&lt;br /&gt;  Whereby the world that then was, being overflowed with water, perished: &lt;br /&gt; 2Pe 3:7 &lt;br /&gt; But the heavens and the earth, which are now, by the same word are kept in store, reserved unto fire against the day of judgment and perdition &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;haiku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They say look at me, &lt;br /&gt; From Stars to beasts they're always&lt;br /&gt; Bragging about God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-3535945464390713492?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3535945464390713492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/08/2peter-33-knowing-this-first-that-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/3535945464390713492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/3535945464390713492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/08/2peter-33-knowing-this-first-that-there.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-7206861762913221059</id><published>2009-07-29T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:43:44.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Psa&lt;/span&gt; 23:1¶&lt;br /&gt;[[A Psalm of David.]] The LORD [is] my shepherd; I shall not want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Psa&lt;/span&gt; 23:2&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;maketh&lt;/span&gt; me to lie down in green pastures: he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;leadeth&lt;/span&gt; me beside the still waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prior two verses are is King Davids statement. This is what King &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;David says&lt;/span&gt; after he is in green pastures and beside still waters:&lt;br /&gt;1. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;restoreth&lt;/span&gt; my soul&lt;br /&gt;2. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,&lt;br /&gt;3. I will fear no evil&lt;br /&gt;4. in the presence of mine enemies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His soul needs restoring, he walks through and around death, He is tempted to be afraid and he is still in the presence of his enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This haiku helps me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt; the 23 rd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pslam&lt;/span&gt; and life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restful green pastures,&lt;br /&gt;I'm lead beside still waters,&lt;br /&gt;These bugs break my peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-7206861762913221059?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7206861762913221059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/psa-231-psalm-of-david.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/7206861762913221059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/7206861762913221059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/psa-231-psalm-of-david.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-7965308832122972122</id><published>2009-07-27T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:58:27.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sargent Shultz</title><content type='html'>Amos 5:12&lt;br /&gt;For I know your manifold transgressions and your mighty sins: they afflict the just, they take a bribe, and they turn aside the poor in the gate [from their right].&lt;br /&gt;Amos 5:13&lt;br /&gt;Therefore the prudent shall keep silence in that time; for it [is] an evil time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiku, Sargent Shultz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sargent Shultz was right&lt;br /&gt;I hear, see and know nothing&lt;br /&gt;The prudent grow dumb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaning for the word silence in Hebrew:&lt;br /&gt;damam&lt;br /&gt;1) to be silent, be still, wait, be dumb, grow dumb&lt;br /&gt;a) (Qal)&lt;br /&gt;1) to be silent&lt;br /&gt;2) to be still, die&lt;br /&gt;3) to be struck dumb&lt;br /&gt;b) (Niphal) to be silenced, be made silent, destroyed&lt;br /&gt;c) (Poal) to make quiet&lt;br /&gt;d) (Hiphil) to make silent (cause to die)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-7965308832122972122?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7965308832122972122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/sargent-shultz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/7965308832122972122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/7965308832122972122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/sargent-shultz.html' title='Sargent Shultz'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-7828946851424805345</id><published>2009-07-26T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T04:38:43.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isaiah 40:28&lt;br /&gt;Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, [that] the everlasting God, the LORD, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? [there is] no searching of his understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Isa 40:29&lt;br /&gt;He giveth power to the faint; and to [them that have] no might he increaseth strength.&lt;br /&gt;Isa 40:30&lt;br /&gt;Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is the New International Version of this verse:)&lt;br /&gt;Isa 40:31&lt;br /&gt;but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the mornings hope,&lt;br /&gt;My days tasks are so simple,&lt;br /&gt;Stop you weary night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-7828946851424805345?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7828946851424805345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/isaiah-4028-hast-thou-not-known-hast.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/7828946851424805345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/7828946851424805345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/isaiah-4028-hast-thou-not-known-hast.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-9101136763409406741</id><published>2009-07-24T11:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:20:27.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exd 20:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them: for I the LORD thy God [am] a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth [generation] of them that hate me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exd 20:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And shewing mercy unto thousands of them that love me, and keep my commandment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiku:&lt;br /&gt;Children I am poor,&lt;br /&gt;But I leave you great treasure,&lt;br /&gt;My deep love for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat 13:18 ¶&lt;br /&gt; Hear ye therefore the parable of the sower. &lt;br /&gt; Mat 13:19&lt;br /&gt;  When any one heareth the word of the kingdom, and understandeth [it] not, then cometh the wicked [one], and catcheth away that which was sown in his heart. This is he which received seed by the way side. &lt;br /&gt; Mat 13:20&lt;br /&gt;   But he that received the seed into stony places, the same is he that heareth the word, and anon with joy receiveth it; &lt;br /&gt; Mat 13:21 &lt;br /&gt; Yet hath he not root in himself, but dureth for a while: for when tribulation or persecution ariseth because of the word, by and by he is offended. &lt;br /&gt; Mat 13:22&lt;br /&gt;  He also that received seed among the thorns is he that heareth the word; and the care of this world, and the deceitfulness of riches, choke the word, and he becometh unfruitful. &lt;br /&gt; Mat 13:23 &lt;br /&gt; But he that received seed into the good ground is he that heareth the word, and understandeth [it]; which also beareth fruit, and bringeth forth, some an hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiku:&lt;br /&gt;Some fly on the wind,&lt;br /&gt;some grow when burned, few live&lt;br /&gt;but all seeds are loved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-9101136763409406741?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/9101136763409406741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/exd-205-thou-shalt-not-bow-down-thyself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/9101136763409406741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/9101136763409406741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/exd-205-thou-shalt-not-bow-down-thyself.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-2898674121936640272</id><published>2009-07-22T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:08:53.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Luk 3:22&lt;br /&gt;And the Holy Ghost descended in a bodily shape like a dove upon him, and a voice came from heaven, which said, Thou art my beloved Son; in thee I am well pleased.&lt;br /&gt;Isa 45:17&lt;br /&gt;[But] Israel shall be saved in the LORD with an everlasting salvation: ye shall not be ashamed nor confounded world without end.&lt;br /&gt;Isa 45:22&lt;br /&gt;Look unto me, and be ye saved, all the ends of the earth: for I [am] God, and [there is] none else.&lt;br /&gt;Luk 21:34¶And take heed to yourselves, lest at any time your hearts be overcharged with surfeiting, and drunkenness, and cares of this life, and [so] that day come upon you unawares.&lt;br /&gt;Luk 21:35&lt;br /&gt;For as a snare shall it come on all them that dwell on the face of the whole earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiku;&lt;br /&gt;This rat was snared&lt;br /&gt;Loving, strong hands saved it,&lt;br /&gt;Rat is now a dove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-2898674121936640272?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2898674121936640272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/luk-322-and-holy-ghost-descended-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/2898674121936640272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/2898674121936640272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/luk-322-and-holy-ghost-descended-in.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-7533694006576996006</id><published>2009-07-21T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:28:01.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Psa 17:15&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness.&lt;br /&gt;Job 33:14&lt;br /&gt;For God speaketh once, yea twice, [yet man] perceiveth it not.&lt;br /&gt;Job 33:15&lt;br /&gt;In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon men, in slumberings upon the bed;&lt;br /&gt;Job 33:16&lt;br /&gt;Then he openeth the ears of men, and sealeth their instruction,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psa 36:7&lt;br /&gt;How excellent [is] thy lovingkindness, O God! therefore the children of men put their trust under the shadow of thy wings.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 57:1&lt;br /&gt;[[To the chief Musician, Altaschith, Michtam of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave.]] Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until [these] calamities be overpast.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 61:4&lt;br /&gt;I will abide in thy tabernacle for ever: I will trust in the covert of thy wings. Selah.&lt;br /&gt;Psa 63:7&lt;br /&gt;Because thou hast been my help, therefore in the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiku:&lt;br /&gt;I woke from a dream,&lt;br /&gt;A nightmared reality,&lt;br /&gt;Safe under Ya's wings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-7533694006576996006?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7533694006576996006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/psa-1715-as-for-me-i-will-behold-thy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/7533694006576996006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/7533694006576996006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/psa-1715-as-for-me-i-will-behold-thy.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-3799982610838631965</id><published>2009-07-19T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T05:25:54.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onclick="return startInsertHandler('comm', 3);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Isa&amp;amp;c=61&amp;amp;v=3&amp;amp;t=KJV#comm/3"&gt;Isa 61:3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be losing weight,&lt;br /&gt;This dark garment does not fit,&lt;br /&gt;Garment of praise does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-3799982610838631965?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3799982610838631965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/isa-613-to-appoint-unto-them-that-mourn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/3799982610838631965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/3799982610838631965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/isa-613-to-appoint-unto-them-that-mourn.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-5022678055766342741</id><published>2009-07-14T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T05:31:29.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Eze&amp;amp;c=34&amp;amp;v=16&amp;amp;t=KJV#16"&gt;Ezekiel 34:16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will seek that which was lost, and bring again that which was driven away, and will bind up [that which was] broken, and will strengthen that which was sick: but I will destroy the fat and the strong; I will feed them with judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the haiku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask,  what I seek?&lt;br /&gt;To much, mabey I am lost,&lt;br /&gt;Gods the seeker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-5022678055766342741?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5022678055766342741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/ezekiel-3416-i-will-seek-that-which-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/5022678055766342741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/5022678055766342741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/ezekiel-3416-i-will-seek-that-which-was.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-5833421250124306574</id><published>2009-07-12T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T06:48:54.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder, Is this scriptural?</title><content type='html'>Sin you are now dead I see,&lt;br /&gt;Covet you have no draw on me,&lt;br /&gt;Cause won't miss my time on the Tee,&lt;br /&gt;Daily with Jesus fore eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-5833421250124306574?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5833421250124306574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wonder-is-this-scriptural.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/5833421250124306574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/5833421250124306574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wonder-is-this-scriptural.html' title='I wonder, Is this scriptural?'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-1940737535308123251</id><published>2009-07-12T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T05:21:27.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jeremiah 17 verse 5&lt;/strong&gt; Thus says the LORD: "Cursed [is] the man who trusts in man And makes flesh his strength, Whose heart departs from the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jer 17:6&lt;/strong&gt; For he shall be like a shrub in the desert, And shall not see when good comes, But shall inhabit the parched places in the wilderness, [In] a salt land [which is] not inhabited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jer 17:7&lt;/strong&gt; "Blessed [is] the man who trusts in the LORD, And whose hope is the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jer 17:8&lt;/strong&gt; For he shall be like a tree planted by the waters, Which spreads out its roots by the river, And will not fear [fn] when heat comes; But its leaf will be green, And will not be anxious in the year of drought, Nor will cease from yielding fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will trust upon the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;The river shall meet my roots,&lt;br /&gt;In years of drought, the heats ignored,&lt;br /&gt;My fruit will yield new shoots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time he was strong,&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time he thought on what he wanted,&lt;br /&gt;So at times his life was dry,&lt;br /&gt;Living in a wilderness of non friends,&lt;br /&gt;He was hopeful he would see pleasant times.&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-1940737535308123251?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1940737535308123251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/jeremiah-17-verse-5-thus-says-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/1940737535308123251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/1940737535308123251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/jeremiah-17-verse-5-thus-says-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-463449952643666123</id><published>2009-07-11T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T04:10:04.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;James 4:1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do wars and fights come from among you? Do they not come from your desires for pleasure that war in your members?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James 4:2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lust and do not have. You murder and covet and cannot obtain. You fight and war. Yet [fn] you do not have because you do not ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James 4:3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask and do not receive, because you ask amiss, that you may spend it on your pleasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiku&lt;br /&gt;Are the trees at war?&lt;br /&gt;Are the flowers an army?&lt;br /&gt;No, they show Gods grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace, the definition in the Strong's Concordance:&lt;br /&gt;1) grace&lt;br /&gt;a) that which affords joy, pleasure, delight, sweetness, charm, loveliness: grace of speech&lt;br /&gt;2) good will, loving-kindness, favour&lt;br /&gt;a) of the merciful kindness by which God, exerting his holy influence upon souls, turns them to Christ, keeps, strengthens, increases them in Christian faith, knowledge, affection, and kindles them to the exercise of the Christian virtues&lt;br /&gt;3) what is due to grace&lt;br /&gt;a) the spiritual condition of one governed by the power of divine grace&lt;br /&gt;b) the token or proof of grace, benefit&lt;br /&gt;1) a gift of grace&lt;br /&gt;2) benefit, bounty&lt;br /&gt;4) thanks, (for benefits, services, favours), recompense, reward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-463449952643666123?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/463449952643666123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/james-41-where-do-wars-and-fights-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/463449952643666123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/463449952643666123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/james-41-where-do-wars-and-fights-come.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-70936666466175220</id><published>2009-07-10T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T05:30:28.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Isaiah 6:3&lt;/strong&gt;   And one cried unto another, and said, Holy, holy, holy, [is] the LORD of hosts: the whole earth [is] full of his glory.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Isa 6:5&lt;/strong&gt;   Then said I, Woe [is] me! for I am undone; because I [am] a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips: for mine eyes have seen the King, the LORD of hosts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;hen&lt;/em&gt; I look on Earth&lt;br /&gt;Gods glory seems so hidden,&lt;br /&gt;what a miracle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-70936666466175220?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/70936666466175220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/isaiah-63-and-one-cried-unto-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/70936666466175220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/70936666466175220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/isaiah-63-and-one-cried-unto-another.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-4650242910138014228</id><published>2009-07-10T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T03:14:43.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 12:27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lilies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the field&lt;br /&gt;have more joy and strength than I,&lt;br /&gt;and Solomon too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-4650242910138014228?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4650242910138014228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/consider-lilies-how-they-grow-they-toil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/4650242910138014228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/4650242910138014228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/consider-lilies-how-they-grow-they-toil.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-4050293826187222992</id><published>2009-07-08T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:30:10.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For thus saith the Lord GOD, the Holy One of Israel; In returning and rest shall ye be saved; in quietness and in confidence shall be your strength: and ye would not.&lt;br /&gt;From  Isaiah 30 verse 15&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A haiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;see mature trees&lt;br /&gt;as confident and quiet&lt;br /&gt;such a useful strength&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-4050293826187222992?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4050293826187222992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-thus-saith-lord-god-holy-one-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/4050293826187222992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/4050293826187222992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-thus-saith-lord-god-holy-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-8299773263845275279</id><published>2009-07-07T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T05:30:54.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for your garden,&lt;br /&gt;but know which garden it is,&lt;br /&gt;you will harvest yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-8299773263845275279?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8299773263845275279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/care-for-your-garden-but-know-which.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/8299773263845275279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/8299773263845275279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/care-for-your-garden-but-know-which.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-6062340541098502529</id><published>2009-07-06T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T04:53:04.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wonder how my living will turn out&lt;br /&gt;Our Father sure gives us a joyous end&lt;br /&gt;but selfish ones live curse that God does send&lt;br /&gt;I pray I'll wake like you Lord dispel doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And train me in your way your truth and walk&lt;br /&gt;Oh pour the gift tenacity on me&lt;br /&gt;And bless me in The Christs community&lt;br /&gt;So I can be your hands and not all talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know you only just a bit&lt;br /&gt;My wondrous God you are still to unknown&lt;br /&gt;And magnify your name to help us quit&lt;br /&gt;The worship of false gods with hearts of stone&lt;br /&gt;Oh dwell inside our hearts Gods holy Son&lt;br /&gt;The King and the High priest, your love has won&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-6062340541098502529?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6062340541098502529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wonder-how-my-living-will-turn-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/6062340541098502529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/6062340541098502529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wonder-how-my-living-will-turn-out.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-4590839214238556498</id><published>2009-07-04T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T04:28:40.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A haiku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ask and wonder,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Gods likeness is fresh fruit,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I fermenting?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-4590839214238556498?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4590839214238556498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/haiku-i-ask-and-wonder-for-gods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/4590839214238556498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/4590839214238556498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/haiku-i-ask-and-wonder-for-gods.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-3775072659387642355</id><published>2009-07-03T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T04:48:13.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is a poem is in a style I made up I call Free Hymm. The first four lines in a hymm style. The next 5  lines are in free style, and this free style part has a one or two word ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ecause you love me Father God,&lt;br /&gt;I have hope this day,&lt;br /&gt;Because you love me Father God,&lt;br /&gt;no longer can I stray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer am I a loser in the after life.&lt;br /&gt;No longer do I cry bound by chains and anchors.&lt;br /&gt;No longer do I serve a false King.&lt;br /&gt;No longer do I serve a false High Priest&lt;br /&gt;No longer for I put my life in Jesus Anointed.&lt;br /&gt;Because.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-3775072659387642355?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-6584237477369012696</id><published>2009-06-27T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:16:50.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arcata Vacation</title><content type='html'>Arcata's misty morning sears me deep,&lt;br /&gt;Coast Redwoods and Sequoias standing tall,&lt;br /&gt;It wakes me to a beauty from a sleep,&lt;br /&gt;a sleep I never knew was there at all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arcata's misty morning scent I reap,&lt;br /&gt;the Pine and Eucalyptus blend I fall,&lt;br /&gt;in love with life again I weep,&lt;br /&gt;great works of God on us they did befall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacific's ocean hits the cliffs so steep,&lt;br /&gt;this Moonstone beach its wonders so enthrall,&lt;br /&gt;a little river hits the salt tides neap,&lt;br /&gt;huge boulders from the sand, this is my thrall,&lt;br /&gt;My parents ashes sailed out from this shore&lt;br /&gt;I now see why I walk and just adore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-6584237477369012696?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6584237477369012696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/06/arcata-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/6584237477369012696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/6584237477369012696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/06/arcata-vacation.html' title='Arcata Vacation'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-6754502653494375937</id><published>2009-06-27T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:04:17.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; a clue,&lt;br /&gt;if I did I would now do,&lt;br /&gt;something smart and something new,&lt;br /&gt;I'd shut my mouth and act dumb too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-6754502653494375937?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6754502653494375937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/06/have-clue-i-really-do-not-have-clue-if.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/6754502653494375937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/6754502653494375937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/06/have-clue-i-really-do-not-have-clue-if.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-8994888591916747072</id><published>2009-06-27T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:00:46.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the sight is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;at the edge of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crevasse&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;again I fall in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-8994888591916747072?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8994888591916747072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/06/sight-is-awsome-at-edge-of-this-crevace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/8994888591916747072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/8994888591916747072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/06/sight-is-awsome-at-edge-of-this-crevace.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-2501352959031246647</id><published>2009-06-27T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:54:35.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Shadow Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ithin my grasp for years and so well versed,&lt;br /&gt;he saw the angles of life's game and then,&lt;br /&gt;with this insight he never lost again,&lt;br /&gt;his poison asps were calmed like infants nursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fame's not sought these men think it's the worst,&lt;br /&gt;it's family first and for these shadow men,&lt;br /&gt;these master gamers have it in their ken,&lt;br /&gt;Yaohushua has said the last are first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God why would make one such as this?&lt;br /&gt;I think of heavens loss when he was here,&lt;br /&gt;I think Dads heart attack made heavens bliss,&lt;br /&gt;his passing over made the angels cheer,&lt;br /&gt;his life just shows how far I have to go,&lt;br /&gt;that really hasn't his me yet you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-2501352959031246647?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2501352959031246647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-shadow-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/2501352959031246647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/2501352959031246647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-shadow-man.html' title='Our Shadow Man'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-2353940255672357707</id><published>2009-06-27T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:43:17.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The pond is stagnant,&lt;br /&gt;it seems of no use to me,&lt;br /&gt;but it teems with life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-2353940255672357707?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2353940255672357707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/06/pond-is-stagnant-it-seems-of-no-use-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/2353940255672357707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/2353940255672357707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/06/pond-is-stagnant-it-seems-of-no-use-to.html' title=''/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-3446047113371213059</id><published>2009-06-27T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:36:37.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hippopotamus,&lt;br /&gt;the master of his river,&lt;br /&gt;no money no school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old growth forest,&lt;br /&gt;must burn  a bit to clean out,&lt;br /&gt;else the fall is great,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I look you soar,&lt;br /&gt;and I wonder why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;High one walk with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seed appears dead,&lt;br /&gt;It will not grow in this light,&lt;br /&gt;It needs dark and dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bear would not eat?&lt;br /&gt;what eagle would not fly?&lt;br /&gt;Love, is that my task?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they grow with great care&lt;br /&gt;light, design and love team up,&lt;br /&gt;I see, even weeds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;young turtles beach born,&lt;br /&gt;run for their lives and end up food,&lt;br /&gt;Gods beautiful work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-3446047113371213059?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3446047113371213059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/06/hippopotamus-master-of-his-river-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abide&lt;/span&gt; in full some day,&lt;br /&gt;this hope will never die,&lt;br /&gt;though partially now I run astray,&lt;br /&gt;My shepherds' still close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some live full Kingdom lives,&lt;br /&gt;some get saved on their death bed,&lt;br /&gt;some are stuck just where God puts them,&lt;br /&gt;some have freedom to fly,&lt;br /&gt;whatever it takes Lord of Hosts,&lt;br /&gt;crucify.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-6688072766851585636?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6688072766851585636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/06/his-watchful-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/6688072766851585636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/6688072766851585636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/06/his-watchful-eye.html' title='His watchful eye'/><author><name>k.mag..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483618974080765031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-7184747540823339515</id><published>2009-06-27T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:16:55.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The things that are</title><content type='html'>The few years I've been alive,&lt;br /&gt;most things are hard for me,&lt;br /&gt;so lost the holy help my strive,&lt;br /&gt;I'm humbled Lord by thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my youth was hope for hopeful things,&lt;br /&gt;my youth was fun with playful things,&lt;br /&gt;the hope and the fun and the playful things are put aside,&lt;br /&gt;I am now at times a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;protector&lt;/span&gt; and a guider and a father&lt;br /&gt;for a deep driving purpose,&lt;br /&gt;family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-7184747540823339515?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7184747540823339515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0azomul8J2o/SkgFQ4ih45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nWbCaADnHh4/S220/Picture42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967448150666596228.post-6155028394528448778</id><published>2009-06-27T17:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:53:50.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wisdom</title><content type='html'>the old redwood,&lt;br /&gt;how to live feast and famine,&lt;br /&gt;can you teach me tree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-6155028394528448778?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6155028394528448778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/06/wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;young&lt;/span&gt; eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and ocean waters that he ne'er will touch,&lt;br /&gt;the good friends missed a wife he'd love so much,&lt;br /&gt;so sad for for us we never sad goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;He'll&lt;/span&gt; never feel moms hugs to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;comfort&lt;/span&gt; cries,&lt;br /&gt;missed family dinners, siblings gifts and such,&lt;br /&gt;he'll never feel dads pride or hand shakes clutch,&lt;br /&gt;and ne'er a stone will say here Issac lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was miscarried born my little guy,&lt;br /&gt;lays in his mothers hand a hepleless one,&lt;br /&gt;she looks and cries bout one she didn't know,&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you Issac in the bye and bye&lt;br /&gt;the dad quick looks and sheds a tear my son&lt;br /&gt;Ne'er fly my dear young arrow from my bow&lt;div 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fight a war,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You beast you're not a man, can you still think?&lt;br /&gt;So fat so strong your are a phony King,&lt;br /&gt;for as you steal and kill as you destroy,&lt;br /&gt;your heart grows harder surely you will sink,&lt;br /&gt;A true man worships God to Ya he 'll sing&lt;br /&gt;For men were made to give Our Father joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967448150666596228-6587917590289137706?l=dadspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6587917590289137706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dadspoems.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-sing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967448150666596228/posts/default/6587917590289137706'/><link 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