Violin cover of Earned It

In Honor of My Lord

Sunday's On The Way

Satan, Bite The Dust

The Champion

He's Alive

CAUSE WE LOVE HIM

HE SENT THEM OUT, SOME TWO BY TWO

AND THEY WENT THOUGH THEY DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO

OF HIS WILL AND HIS WANT, THEY HAD BARELY A CLUE
BUT THEY WERE SENT AND THEY WENT CAUSE THEY LOVED HIM.

THEY WENT THROUGH THE HIGHWAYS AND HEDGES AND THORNS

THEY WERE PELTED WITH STONES AND WERE TAUNTED BY SCORN
THEY WERE RIDICULED, MOCKED FROM THE DUSK TO THE DAWN
BUT THEY WERE SENT AND THEY WENT CAUSE THEY LOVED HIM.

MIRACLES HAPPENED AND THE CROWDS LARGE THEY GREW

HEALINGS AND DELIVERANCES AND SALVATIONS TOO
DEMONS RAN OUT WHEN THEY WERE COMMANDED TO
AND THE DISCIPLES' FAITH GREW CAUSE THEY LOVED HIM.

AND TIME WENT ON AND THE CHURCH GREW IN NUMBER

THERE WAS LITTLE TIME FOR SLACKING AND NO TIME FOR SLUMBER
LOST HUMANITY GOT FOUND AND THE WORLD WEPT AT THE WONDER
AND IT SPREAD ROUND THE EARTH CAUSE THEY LOVED HIM.

INNOCENT MEN, NEWLY FREED, NEWLY BORN

PREACHED IN THE MARKET PLACE TO THE LOW AND FORLORN
AND WALKED CARRYING THE GOSPEL TILL THEIR TIRED FEET WERE WORN
BUT THEY WALKED AND THEY TALKED CAUSE THEY LOVED HIM.

THEN CAME THE DAY WHEN THE "RELIGIOUS" REBELLED

AND DECIDED THEY'D RATHER CONTINUE ON INTO HELL
AND THEY SILENCED THE CHRISTIANS AND TOLD THEM NOT TO TELL
BUT THEY COULD NOT BE SILENT CAUSE THEY LOVED HIM.

AND THE WOLVES ROSE UP AND CORNERED THE SHEEP

DISPATCHED THEM AT NOONDAY AND SLAUGHTERED THEM IN THEIR SLEEP
DEVISED TORTURES ANEW TO MAKE THEIR CHILDREN WEEP
BUT THEY DIED IN THEIR JOY CAUSE THEY LOVED HIM.

AND THROUGH THE AGES, TIME'S MARCHED ON

AND CLOSER NOW ARE WE TO HOME
THE SHEEP TO THE SHEEPFOLD, TO THE PLACE WE BELONG
WE MARCH ON AND WE FIGHT CAUSE WE LOVE HIM.

THE WORLD IS FULL OF DANGEROUS SNARES

PITS OF PERSECUTION AND COFFINS OF CARES
THE WOLVES FAR OUTNUMBER THE SHEEP HERE AND THERE
BUT THE SHEEP GIVE THEIR LIVES CAUSE WE LOVE HIM.

NOW HERE AT THE EDGE OF THE END OF ALL THINGS

WE CAN LOOK INTO HEAVEN AND BEHOLD, OUR HEARTS SING
THOUGH THE WOLVES BITE AND BRUISE US, WE WILL GIVE EVERYTHING
AND WE REGRET NOT A THING CAUSE WE LOVE HIM.

©by Voo

June 5, 2004
1:40 p.m

JESUS IS THERE


The devil can't get inside my heart
But Heaven knows how he has tried
Every time temptation finds me
Every time I run and hide.

I will get you soon, he tells me
Some unexpected, devilish way
But I don't listen, I just ignore him
And fall down on my knees to pray.

Since I've learned that right prevails
Since I know that I am loved
By the highest King of Glory
As He watches o'er me from above.

The devil can't get inside my heart
And he may try and sneer and pout
But how does he expect to find his way in?
When Jesus is there to push him out?

End

©by Voo Love
age six or seven
My very first poem
Before I knew who God, Jesus,
 or the devil even were

This prophetic poem
later literally saved my life

This picture of Jesus looks more
closely to the actual Jesus
than any other image I have found.
None of them can come close in 
any way but this is very similar
I do believe that He appears to
different people in different forms
that they can relate to but this
is the Jesus that took me to Heaven
and sat me in the palm of His hand
and on His shoulder
and spent time with me as though
I was the only person in the Universe
Voo

The Blue Vineyard of Voo Shining Stone: POETIC POVERTY

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The Shore That Lost It's Sadness

                               

Hit The Ground, Babe

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"The Shore That Lost It's Sadness"

a love story told in pictures and song

 

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                                                                             one set of footprints

                                                                    Become two sets of footprints

                                    and the beach and the shore are no longer lonely places to be.....

©From the mind of Voo

February 18, 2019

1:36 a.m.

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Some of My Favorite Sonnets

My Favorite Shakespearean SONNETS

SONNET 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds 

Admit impediments. Love is not love 

Which alters when it alteration finds, 

Or bends with the remover to remove. 

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark 

That looks on tempests and is never shaken; 

It is the star to every wand'ring bark, 

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks 

Within his bending sickle's compass come; 

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, 

But bears it out even to the edge of doom. 

If this be error and upon me prov'd, 

I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

Sonnet XVIII

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
   So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
   So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Sonnet XXIX

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
   For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
   That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

Sonnet LXXIII

That time of year thou mayst in me behold

When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth in the west;

Which by and by black night doth take away,

Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. 

In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire,

That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,

As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,

Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.

   This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,

   To love that well, which thou must leave ere long 

              The Angelic Conversation

            read by Judi Dench

 Benedict Cumberbatch 7 Ages of Man

SONNET 75

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, 

Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;

And for the peace of you I hold such strife As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found; Now proud as an enjoyer and anon Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure,Now counting best to be with you alone, Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure;Sometime all full with feasting on your sight And by and by clean starved for a look; Possessing or pursuing no delight, Save what is had or must from you be took.Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, Or gluttoning on all, or all away.

Alan Rickman reads 

Sonnet 130