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Holding on for Jesus (Lyric) by Everyone I aint no perfect angel
And I aint no swingin' saint
Got my fair share of troubles
Need a brand new coat of paint
Thought I'd learn from my mistakes
Just like the Lord above
But when I need my friends the most
I turn my back on those I love
But I'm holding on for Jesus
He's gonna keep me whole
Yeah I'm holding on for Jesus
He's gonna save my soul
When life has got you down
And you're livin' in the gutter
Then welcome to my world, baby
It ain't all bread and butter
Mean streets is all you got
And all you gotta do is cheat
'cos when life knocks you down, brother
You don't always land on your feet
But I'm holding on for Jesus
He's gonna keep me whole
Yeah I'm holding on for Jesus
He's gonna save my soul
Well I lost myself to whiskey
And I sold myself to crack
Knew I'd hit rock-bottom, baby
Thought there was no way back
But I opened up my heart to Him
Turned over a brand new leaf
I dedicate my life to Him-
My heart, my soul, my grief
Yeah I'm holding on for Jesus
He's gonna keep me whole
Yeah I'm holding on for Jesus
He's gonna save my soul
Holding on for Jesus
Holding on for Him
Holding on for Jesus
Holding on for Him...
Up the ladder:
I want to slit my wrist and call it poetry
Down the ladder:
Math Poem 3
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Arithmetic Mean: 7.571429
Posted: November 26, 2003 4:47 PM PST; Last modified: November 26, 2003 4:47 PM PSTWeighted score: 6.8798647 Overall Rank: 262 The following users have marked this poem on their favorites list: Sunshine Conkey, x0lovelylarnx0 Comments:
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DreamerSupreme @ 204.31.171.237
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26-Nov-03/5:22 PM
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Me? Bumping into a Voodoo Priest changed everything.
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horus8 @ 24.126.116.54
> DreamerSupreme
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26-Nov-03/8:38 PM
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I feel the same way about the time I bumped into a wet roll of toilet paper.
hooollldin' onn for Jeeesuss....i can practically hear the music
Letting go for Jesu, though I'm no Jew (Beeric) by No one (Free verse) by horus8
I aint no couchey comfort eagle And I aint no swingin' chunk o sac Got my fair share of poetic doubles And now there's no turning back Thought I'd learnt from my previous swan dives that the Lord takes his spuds with sour cream & chives And when I needed my friends to pay? They said "You have AIDS, and you are gay". So I jumped anyway like Wile E. Coyote. Another whitey on display, trippin' on peyote stuffed Frioles. But I'm letting go for Jesu We're gonna smoke da kind bowl Yeah I'm letting go for Jesu He's gonna get catty on my pole. When life has got your number And you're livin' in the gutter Then welcome to my world, Scutter (Like in Carnivale) It ain't all spread out with duck butter Billy Jean streets is all you'll get And all you gotta do is go Chet (Like in Weird Science) 'cos when life knocks you up, brother You don't always pull a Pink Panther and fuck a 'sick' transexual belly dancer. But I'm letting go for a Jesu He's gonna keep me real sane Yeah I'm letting go for your Jesu and all his rocked up cocaine. Well I found myself in cheap whiskey And I held myself on piped smack Knew I'd hit top drawer, oh baby Though I'd lost my favourite Hackey Sackey But I opened up my beef heart to you Turned over a brand new dark sheet I dedicate my life, Jesu My art, my heart, my feet Feet cleaning is what you do. that's why I fell in love with you. Yeah, I'm letting go for Jesu He's gonna scrape my last bowl Yeah I'm holding on for Jesu He's gonna save my soul He's gonna stoke my coal He's worth the big let go Ask little Joe from KOKOMO and the dragonless from Komodo.
You know man, Salvation isn't easy. I hope you have the strength to hold on, it's a rough ride, and everyone seems to want to pull you off.
not sure everyone wants to pull DA off??!!!
What do you know richa? I've been trying so hard to hold on for Jesus. But complete bastards keep trying to pull me off the straight and narrow by tempting me with crisps, sweets, and prostitution. I only started a major junk groove in the drug scene after I was pushed passed the funk threshold by disgustingly large quantities of peer pressure. And as any hipster knows: it's all downhill from there, baby. Nobody wants to pull me off? I'll let you be the judge of that when you finally decide to open your eyes to life on the mean streets of crazy town...
For sarcasm, this is pretty fun.
To be honest I don't believe in Jesus, and I have 666 on my neck. I give you 9, becuase it's good and it's possible that there's a Jesus. If I did believe a 10 would have fit, but sadly I don't believe in something I don't understand.
Ha ha, you dope.
I'm afraid no one else is going to point out to you that believing in the significance of the number 666 means you implicitly believe in Jesus - so here you go. Why I'm taking the trouble to tell you this is beyond me, except that I vaguely feel sorry for you. You're like an escaped Flannery O'Connor character, a poor pre-gorilla-suit Enoch Emery. I love her stuff.
not necessarily, as someone who grew up in a fundamentalist home, I can imagine someone tatooing 666 somewhere obvious just to end all discussion for once and for all. Only when they accept you as irrevocably irredeemable will they shut the fuck up.
A perfectly laid trap, neatly snaring the obvious prey. In 9 minutes, lolololol. I doff my fez & scratch my bald spot to you sir.
I'm not really a religious person, but love this poem....I'm saving this one.
That could be a really good song!!! I love it!! 10 for sure
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