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&lt;i&gt;‘With night closing in around her, Cassi gave up and went down on her knees.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Tears rolled down her cheek as she uttered a word of prayer. With all hope lost, she slumped to the ground, obvious to the fact that with the night around the corner, it will be impossible for anyone to find her. She knew that it will be a matter of time before the wild animals found her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;But someone else found her first - The guy she disliked and hated the most...’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The story revolves around these two young people, as they fight their own emotions and try to survive the night. Things turn around for the worst when their paths cross with poachers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Even through the darkest hour, Cassi understands what love really is. And it is this new found understanding of love and God that gives her strength to face her fears.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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• Does the wine in the Bible contain alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;
• Does the Bible forbid the drinking of alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;
• Does the Bible promote the drinking of alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;
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Many Christians today understand the Bible to forbid drunkenness but permit drinking. Most, if not all, evangelical churches and seminaries, however, require its members to abstain from all forms of alcohol. Obviously, there continues to be differences of opinions on what God thinks about drinking. Because of this, and the large amount of space given to the subject in the Bible (the word ‘wine’ is mentioned in the Bible 256 times), it is worth taking another look at what the Bible says about wine, drinking, and drunkenness.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Wine and Alcohol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I have heard it said that the wine mentioned in the Bible had no alcohol in it–that it was grape juice. Yet, if the wine in the Bible had no alcohol in it, then it wouldn’t mention drunkenness, but it says, do not get drunk with wine … (Ephesians 5:18) and to be not addicted to wine … (1 Timothy 3:3). How can you get drunk on grape juice? The 1 Corinthians church, for example, was getting drunk while celebrating the Lord’s Supper (1 Corinthians 11:17-34). We can assume, therefore, that when the Bible mentions wine, it is referring to an alcoholic beverage.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Wine and Blessing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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There are many positive statements about wine in the Bible. God suggests that Israel spend part of their tithe … for whatever your heart desires, for oxen, or sheep, or wine, or strong drink, or whatever your heart desires; and there you shall eat in the presence of the Lord your God and rejoice, you and your household (Deuteronomy 14:26).&lt;br /&gt;
A parallel is made between joy in the Lord and an abundance of wine (Psalm 4:7 and 104:15).&lt;br /&gt;
Paul said, I know and am convinced in the Lord Jesus that nothing is unclean in itself… (Romans 14:14). He also recommended to Timothy that he take wine for medicinal purposes (1 Timothy 5:23).&lt;br /&gt;
Isaiah speaks of a lavish banquet in which the Lord Himself will prepare aged wine (Isaiah 25:6), perhaps just as Jesus did when He performed His first miracle, turning water into wine, at the wedding in Cana (John 2:10). In fact, we know that Jesus Himself drank wine (Luke 7:33-34).&lt;br /&gt;
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Not only is a lack of wine understood throughout the Old Testament as the judgment of God (Jeremiah 48:33, Lamentation 2:12, Hosea 2:9, Joel 1:10, Haggai 2:16), the presence of wine is associated with the blessing of God. When Isaac pronounced God’s blessing on Jacob, he said, Now may God give you of the dew of heaven, and of the fatness of the earth, and an abundance of grain and new wine (Genesis 27:28; see also Proverbs 3:10 and Daniel 10:3).&lt;br /&gt;
Dan Wallace, a Greek professor at Dallas Theological Seminary, said, Wine is so often connected with the blessings of God that we are hard pressed to figure out why so many modern Christians view drink as the worst of all evils (&quot;The Bible and Alcohol&quot; www.bible.org). It is, therefore, biblically inaccurate and ridiculously inconsistent for any &quot;Christian&quot; or &quot;Evangelical&quot; institution to forbid the consumption of alcohol and yet permit, for example, divorce and women teaching men.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Alcohol and Drunkenness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Getting drunk is a sin. Why? Because God says so (Ephesians 5:18). They were, of course, drinking alcohol in biblical times. The real issue, therefore, has nothing to do with drinking but with the possible effects of drinking. Primarily, it removes the ability for sound judgment. Put simply, … whoever is intoxicated is not wise (Proverbs 20:1).&lt;br /&gt;
Consider these examples: Noah drank himself drunk and was humiliated (Genesis 9:21). Lot was incapable of resisting sin because of his drunkenness (Genesis 19:32). Nabal’s drunkenness proved his foolishness (1 Samuel 25:36). Elah, king of Israel, was murdered because of his drunken vulnerability (1 Kings 16:9). Being drunk is so incapacitating to men that it is used as a metaphor for the immorality of man (Revelation 14:8, 16:19). And it is so despised by God that it is used as an overall theme for the judgment of God (Lamentations 4:21, Nahum 3:11).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Alcohol and Excesses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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There are other issues to consider besides the general acceptability of drinking and the specific sin of drunkenness. Drinking which does not lead to drunkenness can still be done in excess. What is excess? It’s too much. What is too much? You have to determine that for yourself. It’s just like every other gift of God. Just remember, you will give an account for what you decide (Romans 14:12).&lt;br /&gt;
Overeating is a good parallel to the sin of overdrinking. Do not be with heavy drinkers of wine, Or with gluttonous eaters of meat … (Proverbs 23:20). The Bible is not against food, just like it is not against wine. But eating can lead to gluttony and drinking can become excessive.&lt;br /&gt;
Not only is it wrong to drink in excess, it’s wrong to love to drink. This leads to addiction. He who loves pleasure will become a poor man; He who loves wine and oil will not become rich (Proverbs 21:17). God may have suggested to the Israelites that they spend their tithe on alcohol, but notice that He told them to drink it in His presence (Deuteronomy 14:26). Drinking, without accountability, tends to become the habit of someone with an addiction, or someone who loves to drink.&lt;br /&gt;
And finally, we should not be associated with heavy drinkers (Proverbs 23:20).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Alcohol and Judgment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Freedom to drink does not mean it is never a sin to drink. We should deal with this issue according to the formula given in Romans. Now accept the one who is weak in faith, but not for the purpose of passing judgment on his opinions (14:1).&lt;br /&gt;
We should not judge a brother or sister who chooses not to drink in the same way that we should not judge a believer who chooses not to eat meat. Let not him who eats regard with contempt him who does not eat, and let not him who does not eat judge him who eats, for God has accepted him (Romans 14:3).&lt;br /&gt;
We should not drink in front of a believer who is trying not to drink or who struggles with alcoholism. It is good not to eat meat or to drink wine, or to do anything by which your brother stumbles (Romans 14:21).&lt;br /&gt;
The faith which you have, have as your own conviction before God (Romans 14:22). We need not judge one another because each one of us shall give account of himself to God (Romans 14:12) as to why we choose to drink or why we choose not to drink. Drinking, like anything else we do, should be done for Christ and done in thankfulness (Romans 14:5-9).&lt;br /&gt;
Questions and Answers&lt;br /&gt;
Q: Does the wine in the Bible contain alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;
A: Yes. Hannah (1 Samuel 1:14), the Apostles (Acts 2:13), and Christ Himself (Luke 7:34) would not be accused of being drunk if the wine they were consuming did not contain alcohol. (See also Ephesians 5:18 and 1 Timothy 3:3.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Q: Does the Bible forbid the drinking of alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;
A: No. A lack of wine is understood throughout the Old Testament as the judgment of God (Jeremiah 48:33). God even suggests that the Israelites’ yearly tithe could include the purchase of strong drink (Deuteronomy 14:26).&lt;br /&gt;
Q: Does the Bible promote the drinking of alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;
A: No. The Bible allows it if you are a strong enough believer to resist the negative consequences–excess drinking, addiction, drunkenness, association with heavy drinkers, causing a brother to stumble, or judging others.&lt;br /&gt;
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In today’s world where everything is open, where crime and Divorces are as common and on a rise; where ‘Living In’ is been deemed as safe; having multiple partners is seen as one&#39;s way of enjoying life - &#39;The True Meaning Of Marriage &amp;amp; Relationship Is Lost.&#39; - &amp;nbsp;Just a dream, that can easily been blown away by the doubts, pressure and external forces that raise their heads out of nowhere - marriage is no more an eternal bond, but a strife to keep it going, to keep it together. What is supposed to be the most beautiful thing that God made for man, has over the period of time lost its color, and has turned ugly and grey.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let me start here, where God made Eve - and I believe Eve was made for Adam and no one else, that is so obvious isn&#39;t it. And yet, how many of us forget that Eve was made out of Adam&#39;s ribs for Adam –&lt;br /&gt;
“But for Adam no suitable helper was found. 21 So the LORD God caused the man to fall into a deep sleep; and while he was sleeping, he took one of the man&#39;s ribs and closed up the place with flesh. 22 Then the LORD God made a woman from the rib he had taken out of the man, and he brought her to the man. &lt;br /&gt;
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23 The man said, &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;This is now bone of my bones &lt;br /&gt;
and flesh of my flesh; &lt;br /&gt;
she shall be called &#39;woman, &#39; &lt;br /&gt;
for she was taken out of man.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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24 For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and they will become one flesh. &lt;br /&gt;
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Let me take you from here to another area that bothers us – God&#39;s will for us in marriage. Is there any way we know that this is God&#39;s will for us? We make our own decisions and expect God to bless it. God will bless your marriage &#39;cause he loves you, but it won’t be the perfect will of God . Let me pause here a bit – hello, how many relationships have you had? There is a cut-off point for each one of us when we realize that it is God who has someone for us. For man – God has made a woman out of His own ribs. For woman, she has been made out of a man’s rib. And if you observe with God, it happened in His time. &lt;br /&gt;
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And sadly many of us do not wait on God, for His time – to make all things beautiful. And the end product is this. We end up being broken and not prepared for the most beautiful thing called marriage. Even after marriage the past keeps clouding our mind, where we had given our heart to many. A heart is a piece of paper –save it for the one who deserves it. For it is GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had a friend who got into a relationship. And every time I saw them together, I saw the most beautiful perfect couple. Five years down the line their relationship broke. WHAT HAPPENED HERE – too soon, they had gotten into a relationship even before they where 16. If it was in Gods Time, I am sure it would have ended up beautiful. But here I want to point out another factor.&lt;br /&gt;
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7 But the LORD said to Samuel, &quot;Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.&quot; (1 Samuel 16). &lt;br /&gt;
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That my friend is the mistake all of us make. We choose on the appearance or what appears to be beautiful. And God knows, He understands, and surely He knows that it won’t last. And he will tell you in many ways – oh I am sure He speaks, and when he speaks you will hear loud and clear. But then, we are so blinded by the desires of our heart, and we are so wise in our own eyes; we forget Proverbs 3:5,6&lt;br /&gt;
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Trust in the LORD with all your heart &lt;br /&gt;
and lean not on your own understanding; &lt;br /&gt;
in all your ways acknowledge him, &lt;br /&gt;
and he will make your paths straight.&lt;br /&gt;
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That my friend is the will of God right there for us, that we simply ‘Trust him’ with all our heart and lean not on our own understanding – He will make our Paths straight. KJ version says &#39;He will direct our path...&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
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If you know that it is not the will of God – do not continue in that path my friend, because that path ends in misery, pain and Divorce (if you are planning to marry even though you know it is not God&#39;s will). Just tell God to do His will, and get away from that path. &lt;br /&gt;
However, I have seen something else, when two believers do fall in love, their marriage ends up beautiful. Here too, I bethink it is the will of God. It might not be the perfect will, but submissive will. He loves us, and he will do the best for us. The plus point here is that both of them are IN TUNE with God, and it fits –somehow into God&#39;s plan for marriage. I will take you through a model I came across from ‘I MARRIED YOU’ by Walter Trobisch.&lt;br /&gt;
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He refers to a triangle. Where the triangle has 3 ends point, each point connected with each other. The top point is God, the other two points is man and wife. Note, here, there is a distance between the man and a wife, but they end up in meeting on top –God. He also refers this as a tent, that it is so sacred that only three people are involved here. If any fourth person steps in, the tent inevitably gets destroyed. It can be even one’s parents, or children or someone else. No one must enter the &#39;Sacred Room&#39;, it’s simply God, man and his wife.&lt;br /&gt;
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This beautifully explains that even after marriage, there will be distances and differences, but when both are in Tune with God, bang- that my friend is the perfect will of God in marriage. It is so important that both look up to God.&lt;br /&gt;
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AS FOR ME AND MY HOUSEHOLD, WE WILL SERVE THE LORD. ( JOSHUA 24:15 *NIV )&lt;br /&gt;
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I always believed that God has someone made for each one of us. And in His time he will make all things beautiful. But before that He will reveal Himself to us. That’s how we will come to know Him – we will come to know Love – God is Love. And the most beautiful thing about His love is seen on the cross, after been spat upon, after been whipped, made fun of and tortured. He looks up and tells God- ‘Father forgive them, for they do not know what they do.’ I realized over the years that Love is not about that steering emotions and drive that makes you to fly. No, it isn’t about all those rosy things and those things that are so sweet. No, Love my friend is this- when you look at a person’s ugliest thing and yet, at that point choose to love them. That my friend is Love…it’s a choice we make and we stick by it. And that is what God did; He chose us first and loved us. &lt;br /&gt;
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Let me conclude then, God has His Will for us in the book – Bible. Clear guidelines&lt;br /&gt;
2nd Corinthians 6:14,15,16&lt;br /&gt;
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14Do not be yoked together with unbelievers. For what do righteousness and wickedness have in common? Or what fellowship can light have with darkness? 15What harmony is there between Christ and Belial? What does a believer have in common with an unbeliever? 16What agreement is there between the temple of God and idols? For we are the temple of the living God. As God has said: &quot;I will live with them and walk among them, and I will be their God, and they will be my people.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Find one who fears the Lord, one who thirsts for God. Watch out there are many fakers – you will know a man of God by watching His life, by the words He speaks, and more importantly, being in God’s presence makes one humble. &lt;br /&gt;
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And it is so important that one builds their House on Prayer. It is that and that alone that will make the foundations strong. Proverbs 31:10 onwards speaks of a woman of prayer and she fears the Lord – she is wise and she makes her husband proud.&lt;br /&gt;
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30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; &lt;br /&gt;
but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised. &lt;br /&gt;
10 A wife of noble character who can find? &lt;br /&gt;
She is worth far more than rubies.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is my prayer that God will build your house. And let not your life fade away, there are many ways to serve the Lord. Do not wait for God to push you; he is very gentle he won’t do that. But He will show you the way. Obedience is better than sacrifices, and that is how you will show him you love him. May God bless you and everything you do. God Is Good…&lt;br /&gt;
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Gladwin Manuel&lt;br /&gt;
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We met&lt;br /&gt;
The fun laughter we shared&lt;br /&gt;
Now things have changed&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We become so numb&lt;br /&gt;
We can’t feel each others&lt;br /&gt;
Pain, can’t understand&lt;br /&gt;
This thing, this feeling…..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;
Your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
Searching me deep within&lt;br /&gt;
Soothing, comforting, healing, but now….&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Can’t you see&lt;br /&gt;
I can’t live without you&lt;br /&gt;
I can’t breathe without you&lt;br /&gt;
I’m crying, I’m falling, hey my heart&lt;br /&gt;
Is calling…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You become so numb&lt;br /&gt;
You can’t feel my&lt;br /&gt;
Pain, can’t understand&lt;br /&gt;
This thing, this feeling…</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/9146377035324295576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/illutions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/9146377035324295576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/9146377035324295576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/illutions.html' title='ILLUTIONS'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863470925410083904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986912323668098383.post-9046406425445827826</id><published>2009-11-15T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:12:33.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to an athiest-</title><content type='html'>*Well I swear the Jest be laughable,&lt;br /&gt;
Such plain audacity is hard to come by these days.&lt;br /&gt;
Well I dare say lady thou has indeed made a point,&lt;br /&gt;
But therein stating your mind as being brutally honest let me assume that ye knowest thyself too well to be bothered by such far-fetched assumptions as this chap has brought forth.&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39;Let me skip a bit, and hop a little, and wink a wee bit and see you giggle&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
But in sooth well ye ain&#39;t anywhere close to anyone who crossed my path-&lt;br /&gt;
I however must state Dear Lady that you do seem to have a concern of me spilling over- Which I did figure out in my weak feeble mind eventually&lt;br /&gt;
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Well time makes and breaks friends, emotions goes beyond and creates a stir-&lt;br /&gt;
A high assumption of love, a very dangerous path to tread, when one gives away the heart to some unknown creature, with tongues flickering, sweet flattery and dead promises- that too is far fetched and a painful illusion - a pain&lt;br /&gt;
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But this Segreto of &#39;Pain&#39; comes from thine experience of having dealt with minds ye presumes is mine-&lt;br /&gt;
By two faced coin, doesn&#39;t have one a reason to be honest and open- and at the same time know the other side of care and concern- or radical illusion of the mind has little arms to know the ways of God and His creation- &quot;well she thinks I will be a pain-she does Glad&quot;-I say to myself-&quot;well does she know me - and does she know I am where she comes from...&quot;- pain, there isn&#39;t a word to describe pain in its monstrous forms of betrayal- pain, there isn&#39;t a place in this world to find a place that doesn&#39;t grow it in forms of rape, murder, misuse, force and a gentle tongue that has power to build and to destroy- wait- pain- interesting the way she puts it in a bottle and throws it into the sea, expecting for a rescue in forms to take her to a safer place as - no pain.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let me put it this way I aint your type- and ye are not a &#39;Femme fatalle.&quot; for me to be scared of falling for-that&#39;s far fetched- but then doesn&#39;t mean we &#39;act&#39; be friends. Every friendship starts somewhere and ends somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
And I might eventually-over do it. Well over-do is a word that has different meanings in different forms and means different to different people. I don&#39;t know what you meant by that- I must assume you mean that I might try to force you to believe and accept my thoughts about God- well girl- you know yourself too well that no one can force anything on you. No-I love debating and &#39;conversations&#39; but then you can&#39;t force me to believe I am God and that there is no God-or me to force you to believe - that there is a force- a spirit that binds everything together, and holds the course of its destinations, where time is real not an illusion, just as love which is real but an illusion in this present world- I speak of this force as an ominous potent, omnipotent awesome force that even the best of minds could never fathom...&lt;br /&gt;
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and on those lines let me take your leave- I too love conversations...I too find em fascinating. But me going over board must not bother you a wee bit cause that won&#39;t change your state of mind unless you realize yourself that God does exist? I must say lets try to be friends- and see where this leads us or lasts- lets not kill something as beautiful as trust by assumptions and unheard reasons. I however want you to know that I am a mind of free thoughts of beliefs- I been through all those books and I find em interesting- questions still unanswered- I even went as far as writing a book -DOES GOD REALLY EXIST? IF HE DOES HE MUST BE THE BIGGEST MARSHMALLOW FELLOW, MASS MURDER WHO EVER PULLED AND AXE...Eventually when you seek for the truth-the truth will set you free.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/9046406425445827826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-i-swear-jest-be-laughable-such.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/9046406425445827826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/9046406425445827826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-i-swear-jest-be-laughable-such.html' title='Letter to an athiest-'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863470925410083904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986912323668098383.post-1475067436212136166</id><published>2009-11-13T21:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:43:00.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bell tolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN8EyBUpkMoIEtMku2zeAb4dzMHO-MEAk5NmQVygSJCx7h5aPaNuZiMfhYIBozf40hlsLWcbHnZ8UKW8faQbLYYEjbO7N1o573pYg0PblsNEBXZTF0Syt3cCNRO7rMVcuW8m9IWpyZUVc/s1600/evidence_forwhomthebelltolls2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN8EyBUpkMoIEtMku2zeAb4dzMHO-MEAk5NmQVygSJCx7h5aPaNuZiMfhYIBozf40hlsLWcbHnZ8UKW8faQbLYYEjbO7N1o573pYg0PblsNEBXZTF0Syt3cCNRO7rMVcuW8m9IWpyZUVc/s320/evidence_forwhomthebelltolls2.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;The bell tolls so soft it can’t be heard&lt;br /&gt;
Besides the river; beneath the ocean&lt;br /&gt;
Against the roots of the mountain&lt;br /&gt;
Beneath its bed; hard, hurting bed….&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The river roars&lt;br /&gt;
The ocean boils&lt;br /&gt;
The mountain smiles&lt;br /&gt;
The bell still tolls-&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Beside the river; beneath the ocean&lt;br /&gt;
Against the roots of the mountain&lt;br /&gt;
Beneath its bed; hard, hurting bed&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The river dries&lt;br /&gt;
The ocean is now ice&lt;br /&gt;
The mountain, old, rugged smiles&lt;br /&gt;
The bell still tolls&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If only the bell was heard&lt;br /&gt;
The sweet music of love&lt;br /&gt;
The wind would have carried&lt;br /&gt;
And buried this vow…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Beside the river; beneath the ocean&lt;br /&gt;
Against the roots of the mountain&lt;br /&gt;
Beneath its bed; hard, hurting bed&lt;br /&gt;
The bell still tolls&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sound of sweet music&lt;br /&gt;
A heart full of dreams&lt;br /&gt;
The sound of his voice&lt;br /&gt;
Still tolls it seems&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A love beneath the ocean&lt;br /&gt;
Beside a fresh stream&lt;br /&gt;
Underneath the mountain&lt;br /&gt;
Will toll forever and redeem&lt;br /&gt;
This dream…</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1475067436212136166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/bell-tolls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/1475067436212136166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/1475067436212136166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/bell-tolls.html' title='Bell tolls'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863470925410083904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN8EyBUpkMoIEtMku2zeAb4dzMHO-MEAk5NmQVygSJCx7h5aPaNuZiMfhYIBozf40hlsLWcbHnZ8UKW8faQbLYYEjbO7N1o573pYg0PblsNEBXZTF0Syt3cCNRO7rMVcuW8m9IWpyZUVc/s72-c/evidence_forwhomthebelltolls2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986912323668098383.post-1502164983406971190</id><published>2009-11-13T21:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:25:10.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNANSWERED PRAYERS</title><content type='html'>G                                   Em&lt;br /&gt;
Remember the day we met&lt;br /&gt;
                                        D&lt;br /&gt;
It was my dream come true&lt;br /&gt;
C&lt;br /&gt;
To see an angel&lt;br /&gt;
                               D&lt;br /&gt;
I had been waiting for &lt;br /&gt;
        G&lt;br /&gt;
all my life…..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I used to pray every day &lt;br /&gt;
That God will make you mine someday&lt;br /&gt;
That this is all I want&lt;br /&gt;
All I ask all I need&lt;br /&gt;
The reason to believe&lt;br /&gt;
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The angel I had been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;
My hopes my dreams my life &lt;br /&gt;
I saw my future &lt;br /&gt;
 In her eyes&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I thank the lord for his silence&lt;br /&gt;
She is not the angel &lt;br /&gt;
I’d been waiting for all my life…&lt;br /&gt;
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And I know one day&lt;br /&gt;
I’ll introduce her to my wife&lt;br /&gt;
And when she walks away, I’ll know&lt;br /&gt;
She is not the angel &lt;br /&gt;
I’d been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;
All my life&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes God knows, he understands&lt;br /&gt;
But he knows what’s best&lt;br /&gt;
In our hands&lt;br /&gt;
His silence doesn’t mean he doesn’t care&lt;br /&gt;
He knows my angel &lt;br /&gt;
Before I met her&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I thank God&lt;br /&gt;
For unanswered prayers&lt;br /&gt;
Are gifts from above &lt;br /&gt;
To show us he knows&lt;br /&gt;
They are the best gift of love</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1502164983406971190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/unanswered-prayers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/1502164983406971190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/1502164983406971190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/unanswered-prayers.html' title='UNANSWERED PRAYERS'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863470925410083904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986912323668098383.post-3571703564499667744</id><published>2009-11-13T21:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:18:41.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The G-FORCE</title><content type='html'>The world is spinning upside down&lt;br /&gt;
How we are stuck to the ground&lt;br /&gt;
The G-FORCE holding our feet&lt;br /&gt;
From beneath&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even small molecules bond&lt;br /&gt;
 By the cohesive bond&lt;br /&gt;
The G-FORCE &lt;br /&gt;
Holding them together&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cho:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The force is strong&lt;br /&gt;
The force is deep&lt;br /&gt;
This force was there right from start&lt;br /&gt;
And it lives right inside your heart&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Can you feel this force inside?&lt;br /&gt;
Can you feel it holding you tight?&lt;br /&gt;
Something within us is good&lt;br /&gt;
It is what makes us understood&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
G-FORCE is what I am talking about&lt;br /&gt;
It lives inside every creation&lt;br /&gt;
The hand of God, his word&lt;br /&gt;
His breath in every invention&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Man is destroying, wiping out&lt;br /&gt;
Everything in his lust&lt;br /&gt;
But still the world is renewed every day&lt;br /&gt;
The G-FORCE is still making a way</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3571703564499667744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/g-force.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/3571703564499667744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/3571703564499667744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/g-force.html' title='The G-FORCE'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863470925410083904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986912323668098383.post-820015830809280101</id><published>2009-11-13T21:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:17:41.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children of the king</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered&lt;br /&gt;
Who you are &lt;br /&gt;
beside&lt;br /&gt;
The person you know inside&lt;br /&gt;
All you have to do is&lt;br /&gt;
Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
Breathe his love&lt;br /&gt;
 inside&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah you are special&lt;br /&gt;
Made in the image of God&lt;br /&gt;
His breath in you&lt;br /&gt;
Will life renew&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All you have to do&lt;br /&gt;
Is change the old for new&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Give him your heart&lt;br /&gt;
Not just a part&lt;br /&gt;
Give him your best&lt;br /&gt;
And be at rest&lt;br /&gt;
He will take you&lt;br /&gt;
Mold you, make you&lt;br /&gt;
The most beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;
In all creation&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All you have to do&lt;br /&gt;
Is change the old for new&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There are people perishing&lt;br /&gt;
Not knowing&lt;br /&gt;
That they are the children&lt;br /&gt;
Of the almighty king&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All you have to do&lt;br /&gt;
Is change the old for new</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/820015830809280101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/children-of-king.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/820015830809280101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/820015830809280101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/children-of-king.html' title='Children of the king'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863470925410083904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986912323668098383.post-2585808733030022981</id><published>2009-11-11T02:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T02:11:08.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE LOVE A CHANCE</title><content type='html'>‘Change is inevitable’, seems to be the modern day acceptance of something that goes out of control. The locus of a point shifts from trust to heartbreaks and to mistrust and eventually into depression and loneliness. Does the phrase “I am right in the middle of the crowd and yet feel lonely…” seem familiar to you? Welcome on board to the phase of modern world generation. Don’t be surprised if you find your friends in the same platform too. Welcome to the age where dreams are but dreams that get blown away by the storms of life. But the question is where are you when this is happening to you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It wasn’t long before when the world seemed a large place, where few friends we knew meant the world to us. But now it gets shorter and shorter and your friends’ circle grows by the day. And yet, you feel lonely, rejected and used. That’s the truth all of us have to face. It is one thing to grow through it, another thing to come out of it. ‘Today’s friends are tomorrow’s strangers’. That is what life teaches us, to move on. Sometimes hanging in there make us look like fools.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But let us not forget the utmost importance of us in this world is not how much money we made, but how many hearts we had won. Relationships are the most important purpose of our life, but in this modern world people hardly seem to have time for Relationships. They get caught in the web of being busy that they suddenly wake up from a dream and realize that all they been working for was not for themselves but for others. But the truth is’ the others’ whom they were working for are no more with them. It is sadly the pattern of Life that goes around in a city that is on the history of having Metros and Fast Life, a city known for its fast developments and for future of India. A city that offers illusions and delusions on a platter, where pub culture is the talk of the town, where the most number of suicides take place and most of them are young aspirants who come here and get entangled in its pace that they forget who they are and at the end of the day mess up their life. The only thing that comes to their mind is suicide. Where is the picture of Love, Acceptance and Belonging in this whole place?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Love is also spelled as TIME”. Unfortunately we have become so engrossed in our own fragments of our own small life that we loose the criteria of the utmost importance of Friendship, Family and People. We have reached a plateau where Love is but a dream, its true form being tampered and meddled with, that leaves a ghastly hole at the end of it all. The gyre of hopelessness and helplessness, the torment of loneliness, frustration and rejection has made life meaningless. Where are we going?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The moment we realize that we live not for ourselves but for others is the day when we really start living. It isn’t so much about sacrifice, but it is everything about Love. Love needs space in this cramped city. Love needs to take root in this fast western culture. Love needs to express and expand and reach out to those who are at the verge of ending their life. Love needs to break through the situations and through barriers of every culture, caste and creed. Love needs to take flight and carry our dreams with it, to catch the maker and to bring hope and a bright future. Love needs to expound and bring a change where people are not machines but people who feel, react and respond. Love needs to generate oneness and unity. Let Love get a chance. Let it be born in us. Give Love a Chance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And when it grows let us dream and this time we know we do not dream alone. And let us hope, this time we know we do not hope alone. Let us Love and know that we are loved.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rise up India, Rise up as one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Love is the strongest force the world possesses, and yet it is the humblest imaginable.”&lt;br /&gt;
Mahatma Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
By&lt;br /&gt;
Gladwin Manuel</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2585808733030022981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/give-love-chance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/2585808733030022981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/2585808733030022981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/give-love-chance.html' title='GIVE LOVE A CHANCE'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863470925410083904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986912323668098383.post-8870035661101377927</id><published>2009-11-08T18:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:26:50.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solace-Buried in the bed of roses</title><content type='html'>I walk through the crowd seeing new faces all around&lt;br /&gt;
But tell me where will I find someone like you gal&lt;br /&gt;
My heart is heavy; my spirit is shattered to the ground&lt;br /&gt;
I lost my grip I hit the floor, lost in this lonely world.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No one knows what it’s like to be desperate heart&lt;br /&gt;
No one knows what I am feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;
I have lost it all to you, all my part&lt;br /&gt;
There’s nothing I own, nothing I am without you beside&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stay awake listening to my heart beats calling your name&lt;br /&gt;
When I shut my eyes I am lost and no one can find me&lt;br /&gt;
I don’t want to open my eyes for I see you so close&lt;br /&gt;
I feel every breath, I feel every touch, I see every smile&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I try to run, run away, run away from you, but in vain&lt;br /&gt;
The sound of your sweet voice within&lt;br /&gt;
The smell of love within me breathing&lt;br /&gt;
Can’t you see the pain?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can’t live a life without you, can’t dream&lt;br /&gt;
I can’t do anything; I will drown in the flood&lt;br /&gt;
My heart is bleeding within, drowning in its blood&lt;br /&gt;
I love you baby, always I’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I’ll be there till the stars don’t shine,&lt;br /&gt;
Till the cosmos falls, coz I love you all the time&lt;br /&gt;
Any time, till the time itself ends,&lt;br /&gt;
Till this life within bends, till itself ends.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doesn’t love over come all these temporary features,&lt;br /&gt;
Doesn’t it over come lust greed and pleasures&lt;br /&gt;
Doesn’t it always mean more than what it really means?&lt;br /&gt;
Doesn’t love over come all these things, coz love always wins&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you say to run away, run away from you&lt;br /&gt;
Coz if that’s what makes you happy, I’ll do&lt;br /&gt;
Even if it rips my heart, shatters my dreams&lt;br /&gt;
                         I’ll do it for you, and I know that my love will be buried…………..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the bed of roses……………………….&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
AGAPE AND PHILIA&lt;br /&gt;
Gladwin</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8870035661101377927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/solace-buried-in-bed-of-roses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/8870035661101377927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/8870035661101377927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/solace-buried-in-bed-of-roses.html' title='Solace-Buried in the bed of roses'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863470925410083904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986912323668098383.post-8496591809183328668</id><published>2009-11-08T18:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:54:02.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solace-Buried in the bed of roses</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8496591809183328668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/solace-buried-in-bed-of-roses_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/8496591809183328668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/8496591809183328668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/solace-buried-in-bed-of-roses_08.html' title='Solace-Buried in the bed of roses'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863470925410083904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986912323668098383.post-3662631120557150819</id><published>2009-11-04T05:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:50:57.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifesong</title><content type='html'>1. I lay looking at the stars&lt;br /&gt;The odor of sweet flowers&lt;br /&gt;The soft grass, whispering soft breeze&lt;br /&gt;Radiant silver moonlight&lt;br /&gt;The rustling hustling of leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHO:&lt;br /&gt;I hear them singing and saying&lt;br /&gt;I hear them praying&lt;br /&gt;I hear them shouting&lt;br /&gt;Blessed is the name&lt;br /&gt;The name above all names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they sing my heart rejoices&lt;br /&gt;For he has saved my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I join with their voices&lt;br /&gt;And thank him for making me whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I walk down the mountain side&lt;br /&gt;The fresh morning breeze&lt;br /&gt;The sun behind the punge clouds hide&lt;br /&gt;The soft sand under my heels&lt;br /&gt;The tall dancing trees and humming bees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god is a god of power&lt;br /&gt;And I have nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;He takes care of me every day every hour&lt;br /&gt;And is always near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to him every day&lt;br /&gt;I sing and I pray&lt;br /&gt;He makes my life so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And covers me with love and care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust him more and more&lt;br /&gt;As I taste his love&lt;br /&gt;He is so faithful and true&lt;br /&gt;And will never ever leave me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was in tears&lt;br /&gt;All hope was gone&lt;br /&gt;Now I have no strength&lt;br /&gt;To carry me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world closed around me&lt;br /&gt;And darkness surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I came to you&lt;br /&gt;My Lord&lt;br /&gt;You changed my tears into Joy&lt;br /&gt;And now my heart is singing</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3662631120557150819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/lifesong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/3662631120557150819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/3662631120557150819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/lifesong.html' title='Lifesong'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863470925410083904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986912323668098383.post-2030020030274730680</id><published>2009-11-04T05:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:49:33.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tricolor</title><content type='html'>How beautiful the Landscape&lt;br /&gt;The tips white with Snow&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful Backwaters right below&lt;br /&gt;The Red Sand stretching the West&lt;br /&gt;Silver and white the shimmering Night&lt;br /&gt;The Sunrise bringing New Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How powerful the Lion&lt;br /&gt;Its Gold fur capturing the Sun&lt;br /&gt;His paws so strong&lt;br /&gt;What about the Stripped One&lt;br /&gt;And the Cheetah and the Bear&lt;br /&gt;Exquisite Colorful Birds that rule the Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awesome must have been its Sculptor&lt;br /&gt;How long did He take to make&lt;br /&gt;The Ever Flowing Rivers&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful Mountains Cape&lt;br /&gt;The red brown Soil with Gold tint in it&lt;br /&gt;And the wonderful beautiful People with High Spirits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They smile like the Sun&lt;br /&gt;And give like none&lt;br /&gt;They Protect their LAND&lt;br /&gt;More then their loved ones&lt;br /&gt;They Fight till Death&lt;br /&gt;And rest for ever in their Mother’s Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salute Tipu You were so Brave&lt;br /&gt;Your blood still runs in Us&lt;br /&gt;The love for Your Country&lt;br /&gt;Will ever boil in Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salute You Akbar&lt;br /&gt;The keeper of the Lions&lt;br /&gt;Shah Jahan the Great lover&lt;br /&gt;Whose Spirit still soars in our Hearts…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahatma Gandhi Your Blood gave us Freedom&lt;br /&gt;Your high standards and Patriotism&lt;br /&gt;Your love for the down trodden and the Weak&lt;br /&gt;Of You the whole mankind still with wonder speaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This LAND OF GOLD&lt;br /&gt;Where the most Beautiful Maidens still trod&lt;br /&gt;Their hair flowing so gently&lt;br /&gt;As smooth as Velvet&lt;br /&gt;Their skin so Soft and Warm&lt;br /&gt;Their Hearts so Loyal and Strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This LAND where Love still soars&lt;br /&gt;And where Young Blood boils with Passion&lt;br /&gt;Where the Tricolor Flag flies with Pride&lt;br /&gt;Lifting our Hearts to the Heavens&lt;br /&gt;And our Spirit rides and Soars&lt;br /&gt;This LAND is mine- I AM An Indian&lt;br /&gt;----------------GLADWIN MANUEL-------------</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2030020030274730680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/tricolor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/2030020030274730680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/2030020030274730680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/tricolor.html' title='Tricolor'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863470925410083904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986912323668098383.post-7401849117158553728</id><published>2009-11-04T05:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:48:28.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOPE</title><content type='html'>Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun has set on my dreams&lt;br /&gt;As I try to rekindle the flame&lt;br /&gt;The night is so cold&lt;br /&gt;‘Twas better then ingratitude of man&lt;br /&gt;My flame so small&lt;br /&gt;Flickers and wishes to die&lt;br /&gt;As it faces high winds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow hope rekindles&lt;br /&gt;The small flame flickers and fights&lt;br /&gt;To face the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone it has no chance&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness Kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere and somehow&lt;br /&gt;Hope springs up and takes flight&lt;br /&gt;As it touches the sky&lt;br /&gt;Soaring to meet its maker&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly&lt;br /&gt;The storm dies&lt;br /&gt;The wind cease&lt;br /&gt;The flame rekindles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladwin Manuel</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7401849117158553728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/7401849117158553728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/7401849117158553728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/hope.html' title='HOPE'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863470925410083904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986912323668098383.post-1636992629256718838</id><published>2009-11-04T05:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:46:52.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The land of love</title><content type='html'>I wish I was born&lt;br /&gt;In a country far away&lt;br /&gt;Where sun never sets&lt;br /&gt;And the moon never hides&lt;br /&gt;Where the river’s full of honey&lt;br /&gt;And the mountains full of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there I would fall in love&lt;br /&gt;With an angel (you) from above&lt;br /&gt;Walk hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Sing along below the bright sky&lt;br /&gt;Where the breeze passes by&lt;br /&gt;Whispering words of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could walk down the mountain side&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand with her&lt;br /&gt;To the place where the sun seems to hide&lt;br /&gt;When night beckons his bed&lt;br /&gt;There beside the stream I will have a word with him&lt;br /&gt;Remind him of our wedding to forge us a ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could dance along&lt;br /&gt;In the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Where the time stands still&lt;br /&gt;The sun hides behind the clouds and smiles&lt;br /&gt;And the moon throws down her silver cloak&lt;br /&gt;As I kiss her to bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See her blush as I look into her dark brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;Where nothing hinders us&lt;br /&gt;Where love is strong and lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;Where God is our friend&lt;br /&gt;The reverend who will betroth us&lt;br /&gt;And bless us till no end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There where love is love&lt;br /&gt;And angels come from above&lt;br /&gt;For our wedding&lt;br /&gt;The heavenly choir singing&lt;br /&gt;As we dance the ball&lt;br /&gt;Endless music and feasting the whole day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the grass and roses spread their bed&lt;br /&gt;Stars cover and the moon her cloak over our head&lt;br /&gt;The sun sends a fire glowing blue green red&lt;br /&gt;The breeze stands still&lt;br /&gt;And there we will - lie and make our home&lt;br /&gt;In The land of love&lt;br /&gt;…………..--GLADWIN MANUEL………….</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1636992629256718838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/land-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/1636992629256718838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/1636992629256718838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/land-of-love.html' title='The land of love'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863470925410083904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986912323668098383.post-4949323840568826569</id><published>2009-11-04T05:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:45:47.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMBRACE</title><content type='html'>Since I am coming to your Holy place,&lt;br /&gt;Wherein then with thy saints I bow,&lt;br /&gt;Before thy holy throne, and worship-&lt;br /&gt;I shall be made thy music, as I come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me Lord I’m in shreds&lt;br /&gt;Tune this instrument,&lt;br /&gt;Fix these broken strings&lt;br /&gt;So that this music will be best- for my king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Lord I’m so unworthy-&lt;br /&gt;To stand here before thy throne&lt;br /&gt;To look at your face&lt;br /&gt;To kneel at Thy Holy ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think-Christ Cross and Adam’s tree stood in one place&lt;br /&gt;Look, Lord, find both Adam’s met in me&lt;br /&gt;As the first Adam’s sweat surrounds my face&lt;br /&gt;May the last Adam’s blood my soul embrace…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By these thorns I exchange for a crown&lt;br /&gt;By His blood alone I come before Thy throne&lt;br /&gt;By His power I take my stand at hells gate&lt;br /&gt;To snatch souls from satans bait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy throne is all I seek&lt;br /&gt;To sit right there at your feet&lt;br /&gt;Lord raise this the world has thrown down&lt;br /&gt;That people may see the God I known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be this my text, my sermon&lt;br /&gt;That I’ll be rooted to the ground&lt;br /&gt;By our lives I pray&lt;br /&gt;That our city will EMBRACE our God one day……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gladwin Manuel*</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4949323840568826569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/embrace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/4949323840568826569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/4949323840568826569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/embrace.html' title='EMBRACE'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863470925410083904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986912323668098383.post-683662181667333639</id><published>2009-11-04T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:44:13.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my God</title><content type='html'>The Israelites cried out in fear&lt;br /&gt;When they heard their enemy so near&lt;br /&gt;They were trapped, the Red sea…..&lt;br /&gt;Behind them and their enemy&lt;br /&gt;Closing, shouting, aiming to kill; that day&lt;br /&gt;When all hopes were lost, You made a way&lt;br /&gt;You parted the Red sea, killed all Your enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Joshua cried out to You&lt;br /&gt;‘Lord we are here, what must we do’&lt;br /&gt;You answered, and did the most amazing&lt;br /&gt;They obeyed and praised You around&lt;br /&gt;The walls of Jericho, seven times, down crumbling&lt;br /&gt;Your enemies were defeated, at Your sound. That day&lt;br /&gt;You conquered Your enemies, made a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Asa cried out to You&lt;br /&gt;‘O Lord please come to my rescue&lt;br /&gt;The enemies are closing on all sides&lt;br /&gt;You are my hope, to You my heart cries out’&lt;br /&gt;You answered and threw Your enemies-&lt;br /&gt;Into confusion, they ran away&lt;br /&gt;Victory belonged to You. That day You made a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When man had no hope, their soul…&lt;br /&gt;Called out to You, and behold&lt;br /&gt;You did the impossible by sending-&lt;br /&gt;Your only Son into this world, bringing&lt;br /&gt;Your hope , Your LOVE. That day&lt;br /&gt;On the Cross of Calvary&lt;br /&gt;You made a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Lord why this pain this agony?&lt;br /&gt;People look at my life and laugh&lt;br /&gt;Why Your Rod and Your Staff&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes leaves me to struggle&lt;br /&gt;Why this pain this agony this struggle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be so far away from me&lt;br /&gt;So far that my eyes cannot see&lt;br /&gt;Some times Your promises seems to be-&lt;br /&gt;So far away, far away from me&lt;br /&gt;So far from me, You seem to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it your will that I must fall in LOVE&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know, she isn’t for me&lt;br /&gt;Why did you bring me here to get trapped in a snare?&lt;br /&gt;Now she’s gone so far stripping me of my happiness&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my hope is in thee, my rock my salvation&lt;br /&gt;I will not despair nor faint or weary&lt;br /&gt;For Your promises endures forever&lt;br /&gt;You won’t leave me, never, surely&lt;br /&gt;My rock my salvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a way for me in this river&lt;br /&gt;River of pain, lost hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;I will trust in You, drink from Your streams&lt;br /&gt;Streams of life, hope and promises&lt;br /&gt;Make a way for me Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And behold Lord Your LOVE endures forever&lt;br /&gt;You are the same yesterday today and forever&lt;br /&gt;The Almighty God, Wonderful Savior, forever&lt;br /&gt;Enthroned in Glory and Majesty forever&lt;br /&gt;Crowned with many Crowns, You reign forever&lt;br /&gt;God of impossibilities, God of small things, forever&lt;br /&gt;You are the same, forever and ever and forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this humble child of Yours calls out&lt;br /&gt;‘My God, My Savior I shout&lt;br /&gt;Come to my rescue, make a way&lt;br /&gt;Lord I need you, only a word if You say&lt;br /&gt;The mountains departs, the seas roars,&lt;br /&gt;The sky rolls, You can open any doors. This day&lt;br /&gt;My Lord, My God, My King, My Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PLEASE MAKE A WAY’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victory belongs to You forever&lt;br /&gt;I know You’ll never fail me, never&lt;br /&gt;Your promises are true forever&lt;br /&gt;Please make a way too, somehow. Forever&lt;br /&gt;You reign in My Heart, forever&lt;br /&gt;I’ll praise You, proclaim Your wonders, forever&lt;br /&gt;With thanksgiving, music and the best part, forever&lt;br /&gt;Will be My life a LIVING SACRIFICE to Thee, now and forever. AMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“THE LORD IS GOOD, A STRONG HOLD IN THE DAY OF TROUBLE, AND HE KNOWETH THEM THAT TRUST IN HIM. NAHUM 1:7”</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/683662181667333639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-are-my-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/683662181667333639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/683662181667333639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-are-my-god.html' title='You are my God'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863470925410083904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986912323668098383.post-6132699037699402776</id><published>2009-11-04T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:38:47.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Untouched</title><content type='html'>Flowing down like a river                                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;    So beautiful her hair                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;    Brown eyes, makes me shiver`     `             `                                                 `&lt;br /&gt;     So bountiful, so clear                                            `&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                               `&lt;br /&gt;         The smell of thousand rose’s  `  `  `             `                                                          &lt;br /&gt;           Voice of silver bells                         `     &lt;br /&gt;              Lips drowned in honey                                              `                                   `&lt;br /&gt;                Her eyes leaps, searches and tells-      `                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Dreams and fantasies                                    `                                        `&lt;br /&gt;                          Of love and angels&lt;br /&gt;                        Fairytales and magic                           &lt;br /&gt;Fills the air `&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     As smooth as velvet                             `                                                    `&lt;br /&gt;                  Dressed in gold&lt;br /&gt;                Crown and bracelet&lt;br /&gt;              Her skin, her temple                                  `                                                     `&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          So elegant full of grace                               `                                                     `&lt;br /&gt;        She walks and moves                                    `&lt;br /&gt;      The sun shining from her face                          `                                                     `&lt;br /&gt;     Her touch so soft, healing- pain removes            `                                                      `&lt;br /&gt;      `              `                                                                    `&lt;br /&gt;                           `                                                                  `&lt;br /&gt;            The smell of her sweet fragrance still lingers   `                                              `&lt;br /&gt;            The warmth of her touch                                       `                                                  `&lt;br /&gt;                The light of her radiance                                       `&lt;br /&gt;Is but a dream of love untouched… `&lt;br /&gt;           `  &lt;br /&gt;           `                                                               `&lt;br /&gt;            This fair princess I love                                 `&lt;br /&gt;               She came into my life                                    `                                                  `&lt;br /&gt;                       Out of no where, I know I’m hers                                           &lt;br /&gt;                               But here I am still waiting longing for her embrace.                 `                `</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6132699037699402776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-untouched.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/6132699037699402776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/6132699037699402776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-untouched.html' title='Love Untouched'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863470925410083904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986912323668098383.post-574809623073541374</id><published>2009-11-04T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:10:01.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flames of love</title><content type='html'>“Let not waters rise beyond the shore&lt;br /&gt;To touch my tired feet&lt;br /&gt;Let not the cold soothing waves&lt;br /&gt;Take away all the pain….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let not the sun&lt;br /&gt;Smile down on me-anymore&lt;br /&gt;Let it not take away the cold&lt;br /&gt;The shadow that bears down on me….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, but today the sea and the sun&lt;br /&gt;Is made for you and me, you know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love and be loved&lt;br /&gt;Is like standing&lt;br /&gt;In the hot desert-lost&lt;br /&gt;But we have nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;The sun is there to guide us&lt;br /&gt;And once we reach the shore&lt;br /&gt;The waters will heal us&lt;br /&gt;And fill us with hope…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Look you in the mirror&lt;br /&gt; The flame that once raged with vigor,&lt;br /&gt; Passion hope and love&lt;br /&gt; Has been extinguished by some bad timber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look behind those dark lines&lt;br /&gt;Love can stir the dead from the grave&lt;br /&gt;Can stoop as low as death to save&lt;br /&gt;Fling upon the gates of hope&lt;br /&gt;And soar towards eternity&lt;br /&gt;Heal the soul and mind&lt;br /&gt;A new future awaits the dawn….&lt;br /&gt;The night left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why revert to such degrees of obstinance,&lt;br /&gt;In fear&lt;br /&gt;When the future is safe in Gods hands,&lt;br /&gt;-For ever…..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/574809623073541374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/flames-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/574809623073541374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/574809623073541374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/flames-of-love.html' title='Flames of love'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863470925410083904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986912323668098383.post-8259764344732080646</id><published>2009-11-04T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:08:22.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearl-</title><content type='html'>There is a whisper on the trees&lt;br /&gt;A song softly hummed by the bees&lt;br /&gt;The wild roses smile with pride&lt;br /&gt;They all had witnessed&lt;br /&gt;Something precious created in their wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Pearl-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As beautiful and gorgeous as the wild roses&lt;br /&gt;With voice as smooth as trees&lt;br /&gt;Whisper and humming of the bees&lt;br /&gt;Her laughter ringing a chime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon shred his silver on her&lt;br /&gt;The sun adorned her his simper&lt;br /&gt;The birds knit her hair together&lt;br /&gt;The lily accrued her veil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoal gave her a flow&lt;br /&gt;As elegant as a princess&lt;br /&gt;The sea sought to give her eyes&lt;br /&gt;A crystal so clear so deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! There is something about this girl&lt;br /&gt;She is not of this world&lt;br /&gt;Something so beautiful so unique&lt;br /&gt;So secret so precious and yet meek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a wand in her hand&lt;br /&gt;To spread out an atmosphere of gay&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who comes across her&lt;br /&gt;Will never forget that precious day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kind, so gentle&lt;br /&gt;A heart of a mother&lt;br /&gt;So sweet, Princess fettle&lt;br /&gt;But beware when she roars a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is of the wild alright&lt;br /&gt;She must be thus unique&lt;br /&gt;But when she forgets who she is&lt;br /&gt;Her God She must seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knitted her together&lt;br /&gt;Breathed life in her&lt;br /&gt;She is best of His creation&lt;br /&gt;So precious, that he loves her so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let her look to him&lt;br /&gt;When she finds no one else&lt;br /&gt;Let she look to him&lt;br /&gt;Even for simple things…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gladwin Manuel*</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8259764344732080646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/pearl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/8259764344732080646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/8259764344732080646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/pearl.html' title='Pearl-'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863470925410083904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986912323668098383.post-5759819989475628341</id><published>2009-11-04T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T23:54:42.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Untouched</title><content type='html'>Flowing down like a river                                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;
So beautiful her hair                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;
Hey eyes, makes me shiver`     `             `                                                 `&lt;br /&gt;
So bountiful, so clear                                            `&lt;br /&gt;
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The smell of thousand rose’s  `  `  `             `                                                          &lt;br /&gt;
Voice of silver bells                         `     &lt;br /&gt;
Lips drowned in honey                                              `                                   `&lt;br /&gt;
Her eyes leaps, searches and tells-      `                                       &lt;br /&gt;
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Dreams and fantasies                                    `                                        `&lt;br /&gt;
Of love and angels&lt;br /&gt;
Fairytales and magic                           &lt;br /&gt;
Fills the air `&lt;br /&gt;
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As smooth as velvet                             `                                                    `&lt;br /&gt;
Dressed in gold&lt;br /&gt;
Crown and bracelet&lt;br /&gt;
Her skin, her temple                                  `                                                     `&lt;br /&gt;
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So elegant full of grace                               `                                                     `&lt;br /&gt;
She walks and moves                                    `&lt;br /&gt;
The sun shining from her face                          `                                                     `&lt;br /&gt;
Her touch so soft, healing- pain removes            `                                                      `&lt;br /&gt;
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The smell of her sweet fragrance still lingers   `                                              `&lt;br /&gt;
The warmth of her touch                                       `                                                  `&lt;br /&gt;
The light of her radiance                                       `&lt;br /&gt;
Is but a dream of love untouched… `&lt;br /&gt;
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This fair princess I love                                 `&lt;br /&gt;
She came into my life                                    `                                                  `&lt;br /&gt;
Out of no where, I know I’m hers                                           &lt;br /&gt;
But here I am still waiting longing for her embrace.                 `                `</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5759819989475628341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-untouched_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/5759819989475628341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6986912323668098383/posts/default/5759819989475628341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladwinmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-untouched_04.html' title='Love Untouched'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863470925410083904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>