Me: okay well i finished the assignment and this is the final product...please don't hold back...okay here anda go
ps. know that this is an religion assinment, and its about my interpretation of Jesus in an artistic form-ie-me using a collection of short poems and talking about the sea...okay i'll shuup now
Freedom
To feel the sand
The sun on your back
It’s a no man’s land
With no fear of attack
No chains of society
The sea frees all
Lose all your anxiety
And watch as the waves fall
God’s saat heaven under the sun
Surrounding all things being
The sea will be undone
For those people foreseeing
The sea without the eyes of Jesus
The Sea Of All Things:
The vibrant colours
The dark shadows
The friendly creatures
The terrifying foes
The gentle current
The violent waves
The eerie silence
The underwater music
The moments of awe
The times of fear
The sea of all things
Jesus of all things
The Untamed Sea:
Paintbrush poised
Wind tearing the land
Waves pounding the shore
With all things considered
The sea sealed in paper
Complex As ever
As changing and untameable
As the life we live itself
To look at the surface
Only reflecting anda and your soul
Nothing from beyond
When brush goes to paper
The sea it rages
At the attempt to capture it
When all is gone to be done
Lightening illuminates the sky
Almost, as if Jesus is angry
At the capture of part
Of his very own essence
Jesus the Saviour:
An eternity of shifting
Constantly never knowing
Some left out, forever drifting
Some brought in unknowing
Never seen the same
Always experienced differently
It’s never the same game
anda may be welcomed gently
But the road shall be rough
Though never without a guide
anda need not pretend to be tough
Jesus the fair saviour takes no side
The wandering Lost little lamb
Found and treasured
Guided sejak the lords hand
His Cinta is never measured
The lord our Saviour of all
ps. know that this is an religion assinment, and its about my interpretation of Jesus in an artistic form-ie-me using a collection of short poems and talking about the sea...okay i'll shuup now
Freedom
To feel the sand
The sun on your back
It’s a no man’s land
With no fear of attack
No chains of society
The sea frees all
Lose all your anxiety
And watch as the waves fall
God’s saat heaven under the sun
Surrounding all things being
The sea will be undone
For those people foreseeing
The sea without the eyes of Jesus
The Sea Of All Things:
The vibrant colours
The dark shadows
The friendly creatures
The terrifying foes
The gentle current
The violent waves
The eerie silence
The underwater music
The moments of awe
The times of fear
The sea of all things
Jesus of all things
The Untamed Sea:
Paintbrush poised
Wind tearing the land
Waves pounding the shore
With all things considered
The sea sealed in paper
Complex As ever
As changing and untameable
As the life we live itself
To look at the surface
Only reflecting anda and your soul
Nothing from beyond
When brush goes to paper
The sea it rages
At the attempt to capture it
When all is gone to be done
Lightening illuminates the sky
Almost, as if Jesus is angry
At the capture of part
Of his very own essence
Jesus the Saviour:
An eternity of shifting
Constantly never knowing
Some left out, forever drifting
Some brought in unknowing
Never seen the same
Always experienced differently
It’s never the same game
anda may be welcomed gently
But the road shall be rough
Though never without a guide
anda need not pretend to be tough
Jesus the fair saviour takes no side
The wandering Lost little lamb
Found and treasured
Guided sejak the lords hand
His Cinta is never measured
The lord our Saviour of all
hei Mom,
It's been a while
Since anda sat seterusnya to me,
Since I saw anda smile
I miss anda Mom
I wish anda were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see anda Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my hati, tengah-tengah in two
I'll always remember Mom,
anda taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling anda Mom
Losing anda killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what anda were Mom,
Strong.
In everything anda said
In everything anda did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Lost a parent.
It's been a while
Since anda sat seterusnya to me,
Since I saw anda smile
I miss anda Mom
I wish anda were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see anda Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my hati, tengah-tengah in two
I'll always remember Mom,
anda taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling anda Mom
Losing anda killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what anda were Mom,
Strong.
In everything anda said
In everything anda did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Lost a parent.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the saat of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But anda should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do anda do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three lebih seconds, gone, like that,
Did anda use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these saat in hell.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the saat of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But anda should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do anda do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three lebih seconds, gone, like that,
Did anda use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these saat in hell.
His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the bukit
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the bukit
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye