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The Pool
Presents:
Featured
Artist Phillip Kelley
Praise
Growth
War
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About
Phillip
Poetry:
2002
2006
2009 |
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Revolution
of the heart
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There
is a revolution in the making—
one that reflects the very essence of man.
This revolution cannot be bought, but it is sought after highly.
The one and only way for a revolution to take place is inward.
Take time to check your heart
for
revolution can only truly happen when changes take place in your life.
Do not be afraid of the tug, or the discomfort and hardship.
For in this revolution of the heart,
you truly find out who you are and long to be. |
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Feels
Like Eternity |
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It
feels like eternity when I long for Your presence
It feels like eternity when I do not see You on a daily basis
It feels like eternity when you are halfway across America
It feels like eternity when I cannot laugh with You
It feels like eternity when we do not walk together
It feels like eternity when stories we share are few and far between
It feels like eternity when I watch stars and sunsets alone
It feels like eternity when I am on the open road longing to get somewhere
It feels like eternity when I am in a desert
It feels like eternity when I become numb
It feels like eternity when I choose not to praise You
It feels like eternity when I put myself in a pit of despair
Most of all, it will be eternity when we are face to face forever |
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Do
You Remember? |
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Innocence
from a child as each new day is new and full of hope
Parents reading to you before tucking you in for the night
Playing tag in cemeteries or parks on glorious weekends
Exploring uncharted lands, acting like pirates or Tom Sawyer
Having dinner together free from argument or only with a single parent
Watching Saturday morning cartoons,
then spending hours playing He-Man or Thundercats
Attending vacation Bible school with a winkle of hope in your eyes
This was growing up for me, what was it like for you? |
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Walk
On By |
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Look here—I am on the street corner.
Eyes seldom look my way.
Do I not resemble a human being, or are you just too busy to look at the poor and lowly.
Beggars come and go.
Some have good intentions, some do not.
Jangle the change in your pockets to bring mockery to those passed by.
Where your heart is, there the treasure comes.
Blessing always comes when the poor are remembered.
Never walk on by. Show deep love as Christ has forever loved you. |
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Hobo |
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Sleep
under bridges, waiting for the perfect train ride.
How wonderful You are when dumpstered food enters the belly.
Having a dog for protection keeps one safe on cold, lonely nights.
Soon the whistle blows, time to move as the hour is at hand.
Mighty road-warriors head out into the sunset once more—forever. |
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A
Traveler's Love Story |
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Bright
star-filled nights enter my senses on a porch of a train.
Such peaceful surroundings come while passing through the mountains.
Lakes, rivers, and trees enter the landscape upon days of glory.
Off in the distance, I hear sounds of music as gentle souls work their
craft.
Fireflies light the way on darkened nights.
Mighty mountains growl in the woods to make their presence known.
Oh
how beautiful the grand adventure becomes
when a traveler’s love story turns full effect.
I gaze out my window and look upon the defiant soul of the world,
burning with allegiance to the beast.
No longer is free will evident,
but consumption forms in the brainwash of disbelief.
Maniacal laughter finds its way to numb ears as Satan assumes he can win.
Many
have been put to death in their own allegiance to a Mighty Creator.
Truly as the essence of mankind departs,
Yeshua and His kingdom shall forever reign peacefully
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the death of Satan occurs once and forever. |
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Empty |
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You
have no voice in a world which is dying.
Radio, TV, Billboards, and Computers tell you how to live.
Buy the best car.
Watch the news as it sucks you in.
Buy the clothes that are more hip and trendy.
Put on makeup to show a false world
how outwardly beautiful you are.
Consume until you are consumed.
For as you buy into the worldly system
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true self, created by the LORD, flees without question. |
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How? |
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How
can I be a good steward of faith,
when my dreams are shattered and hope is broken?
How can I seek Your face
as I am stuck in the mud and fallen from grace?
How can I breathe in a world, stranded,
yet still be branded by Your life which was demanded?
How long can You wait, dear Father,
as this world seems to suck me farther from You?
Truly how patient You are,
as I mess up daily.
Above all I am thankful that You established eternity
for Your loved ones and chosen people mainly.
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