Tye#2 Posted October 21, 2006 Group: Members Followers: 0 Topic Count: 12 Topics Per Day: 0.00 Content Count: 66 Content Per Day: 0.01 Reputation: 1 Days Won: 0 Joined: 10/19/2006 Status: Offline Share Posted October 21, 2006 It's the pool of sin so, come on in take of your shirt what could it hurt come have a seat please, wet your feet and if you should feel so good come again to the pool of sin come now follow me why not, for you it's free go on take a swim sorry, the lights are dim we don't like light but, I promise not to bite what's your pleasure find your treasure it's the pool of sin So, come on in The door is alays open here at the pool of sin So, don't be afraid to have a seat in the shade Or, have a little fun please, don't shun there will be regrete but, I'll just bet that won't stop you from doing what you do Have a blast it won't last but, you will come again to the pool of sin Why doesn't matter you'll still climb down that latter After all we knew Paul It's the sin of your choice but, ignore His voice Or, els you'll have to go until once again we'll say, hello and you're welcome to stay this is what I mean when I say It's the pool of sin so, come on in This is a poem that I wrote a few years back. I get a tickle out of reading it in a dark mysterious voice, but it's real. Sin is real and it's no laughing matter either. You know the Bible says: Matthew 26:28 For this is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many for the remission of sins. We all know that Christ died for our sins. What I want to know is do we really try to remember that? I mean getting through a day is like a scourging for me. My flesh, oh how I hate my flesh! Is anyone out there relating to what I'm saying? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cjrose Posted October 21, 2006 Group: Royal Member Followers: 1 Topic Count: 48 Topics Per Day: 0.01 Content Count: 1,580 Content Per Day: 0.23 Reputation: 7 Days Won: 0 Joined: 05/16/2005 Status: Offline Birthday: 04/13/1960 Share Posted October 21, 2006 It's the pool of sin so, come on in take of your shirt what could it hurt come have a seat please, wet your feet and if you should feel so good come again to the pool of sin come now follow me why not, for you it's free go on take a swim sorry, the lights are dim we don't like light but, I promise not to bite what's your pleasure find your treasure it's the pool of sin So, come on in The door is alays open here at the pool of sin So, don't be afraid to have a seat in the shade Or, have a little fun please, don't shun there will be regrete but, I'll just bet that won't stop you from doing what you do Have a blast it won't last but, you will come again to the pool of sin Why doesn't matter you'll still climb down that latter After all we knew Paul It's the sin of your choice but, ignore His voice Or, els you'll have to go until once again we'll say, hello and you're welcome to stay this is what I mean when I say It's the pool of sin so, come on in This is a poem that I wrote a few years back. I get a tickle out of reading it in a dark mysterious voice, but it's real. Sin is real and it's no laughing matter either. You know the Bible says: Matthew 26:28 For this is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many for the remission of sins. We all know that Christ died for our sins. What I want to know is do we really try to remember that? I mean getting through a day is like a scourging for me. My flesh, oh how I hate my flesh! Is anyone out there relating to what I'm saying? That has to be the most simplistic understandable yet read between the lines darkest poem I've related to. Meaning simplistic, as a Christian I knew right away it is the serpent and temptation, understandable because I am a believer and I have discernment, and dark because it is so intimate with the truth of temptation and satan that it brought tears to my eyes. If you don't mind I need to have a copy of this, would you mind? It's well.. beyond words how you wrote it. Great job. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tye#2 Posted October 21, 2006 Group: Members Followers: 0 Topic Count: 12 Topics Per Day: 0.00 Content Count: 66 Content Per Day: 0.01 Reputation: 1 Days Won: 0 Joined: 10/19/2006 Status: Offline Author Share Posted October 21, 2006 It's the pool of sin so, come on in take of your shirt what could it hurt come have a seat please, wet your feet and if you should feel so good come again to the pool of sin come now follow me why not, for you it's free go on take a swim sorry, the lights are dim we don't like light but, I promise not to bite what's your pleasure find your treasure it's the pool of sin So, come on in The door is alays open here at the pool of sin So, don't be afraid to have a seat in the shade Or, have a little fun please, don't shun there will be regrete but, I'll just bet that won't stop you from doing what you do Have a blast it won't last but, you will come again to the pool of sin Why doesn't matter you'll still climb down that latter After all we knew Paul It's the sin of your choice but, ignore His voice Or, els you'll have to go until once again we'll say, hello and you're welcome to stay this is what I mean when I say It's the pool of sin so, come on in This is a poem that I wrote a few years back. I get a tickle out of reading it in a dark mysterious voice, but it's real. Sin is real and it's no laughing matter either. You know the Bible says: Matthew 26:28 For this is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many for the remission of sins. We all know that Christ died for our sins. What I want to know is do we really try to remember that? I mean getting through a day is like a scourging for me. My flesh, oh how I hate my flesh! Is anyone out there relating to what I'm saying? That has to be the most simplistic understandable yet read between the lines darkest poem I've related to. Meaning simplistic, as a Christian I knew right away it is the serpent and temptation, understandable because I am a believer and I have discernment, and dark because it is so intimate with the truth of temptation and satan that it brought tears to my eyes. If you don't mind I need to have a copy of this, would you mind? It's well.. beyond words how you wrote it. Great job. Thank you for the confirmation that I so desperately needed that I do in fact have a gift at writting poetry. God has told me many times to write a book and until now I never had the confidence to do so. No, please help yourself! My work is for the glory of God I would never dream of taking a dime for it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cjrose Posted October 21, 2006 Group: Royal Member Followers: 1 Topic Count: 48 Topics Per Day: 0.01 Content Count: 1,580 Content Per Day: 0.23 Reputation: 7 Days Won: 0 Joined: 05/16/2005 Status: Offline Birthday: 04/13/1960 Share Posted October 21, 2006 Thank you for the confirmation that I so desperately needed that I do in fact have a gift at writting poetry. God has told me many times to write a book and until now I never had the confidence to do so. No, please help yourself! My work is for the glory of God I would never dream of taking a dime for it. Thank you. Truly a gift you should definately pursue and your humblness is quite admirable and I ask God to Bless you in developing more of these most profound words given to you by the Glory of God. Peace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chelsea7 Posted October 23, 2006 Group: Members Followers: 1 Topic Count: 4 Topics Per Day: 0.00 Content Count: 36 Content Per Day: 0.01 Reputation: 2 Days Won: 0 Joined: 10/19/2006 Status: Offline Birthday: 08/05/1984 Share Posted October 23, 2006 Awesome poem, and yes sin consumes, and destroys. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joshua-777 Posted October 24, 2006 Group: Royal Member Followers: 5 Topic Count: 410 Topics Per Day: 0.06 Content Count: 3,102 Content Per Day: 0.48 Reputation: 522 Days Won: 6 Joined: 10/19/2006 Status: Offline Birthday: 11/07/1984 Share Posted October 24, 2006 Been here again and again swimming in the pool of sin Pleasure was a good friend Showing me where fun begins Clouded mind I couldn't see Sin is only death in the end Broken, brused I now bleed Long term pain of this friend Theres got to be a better way In filth I long to be clean My sins where ones price to pay And his blood is clearly seen Jesus payed my transgressions Gave his life show me truth Now he is my direction In his love he pulls me through Awesome poem man, I loved it, you seriously did an amazing job on this. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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