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The burden of faith (Free verse) by Bobjim Faith can be a difficult thing,
To trust in one as far above you,
As you are to an ant.
To pray to one who could, on a whim,
Destroy you utterly, bless your works,
Or ignore you entirely.
And never reveal himself,
But for the words of others.
And then you must hold faith with these others too,
Or the core of your faith would be eroded,
Perhaps never to recover.
You must consider the chinese whispers,
For these will oft be all you hear of the miracles.
The discounting of which,
Could lead to the discounting of deities.
You must listen to, believe in, and follow,
In the teachings of all you hold as prophets,
Or you detract from their holy task.
And all commandments from above,
Must be obeyed unerringly,
Lest your soul be subject to eternal torment.
Such is the burden of faith.
Up the ladder:
Letting Go
Down the ladder:
James The Dashing Pirate(Rewrite)
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Posted: August 16, 2005 3:07 AM PDT; Last modified: August 16, 2005 3:07 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 7760 Comments:
Yes, God did enter my mind...but I was kinda thinking about my Dad...:) Bethy
Curious. May I ask why?
My Dad passed away just over a year ago...he was my best friend and my biggest fan :) I veiw my father as the one far above me...he woke every morning and said 'Hello world!...he was a sassy,funny kinda man with an answer for everything...he knew it all...
destroy you- with his words of dissapointment bless your work- he prasied me when I did well he was a private man with mysteries that seem to be waiting to roll off his lips...I took care of my Dad for years and nursed him...I was with him when he died...He was God to me...thankyou for asking...you just inspired me to write a poem for him...Thankyou Bobjim...:) :) Bethy
You're more than welcome. I'm glad the poem meant so much to you, even if it wasn't in the way I intended.
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Maybe youâve been reading âThe Da Vinci Codeâ by Dan Brown, which promotes the notion of Bible butchering. The book opens by saying that he has written a work of speculation, not necessarily history. Then he asserts that the Nicene Council selected the New Testament books form literature in circulation at the time, and that other selections could have just as readily comprised a different Bible. In this way he writes a bible with almost no credibility, and proceeds with his bogus hypothesis.
Actually, the books we call the New Testament are pretty well grounded in history. You may argue with what they say, but hardly with whether they come down to us essentially unchanged.
Or maybe he means the Bible's mistranslated from the actual events that transpired, like Jesus saying "I'm tired" and John writing "Jesus says 'I'm God'." That's not impossible either, considering, one, John was like a hundred when he got around to writing gospel and, two, he had motive to revise Jesus upwards, being, by some accounts, "The one Jesus specially loved and called 'Snuggles'."
Maybe YOU've been reading Dan Brown. (On a side note, isn't it the worst writing you've ever seen?) For one thing, the assertion that there are other contemporaneous 'gospels' (historically suppressed by the Vatican) that are slightly different from Matthew, Mark and company IS perfectly true. For another thing, have YOU read the Dead Sea scrolls? One of them (currently on display in my country) is entirely taken up with a fascinating account of gold hidden 100 paces from 'yon olde crooked tree' or something such. THAT, my friend, would have made good Sunday reading. Oh, yeah, and there's as yet no historical evidence for Jesus-the-Christ, so what are you on about?
Now based on only a recent version of the three poems go into the worldâs forests and find me that tree.
The real Bible was spoken in the loving words of mothers and father everywhere and passed down generation to generation.
I believe Jesus loves me not because the Bible tells me so but because my mother does and I don't really care who or what told her about Jesus.