words are clumsy things, ... but sometimes a ray or flicker of light gets through. ... look carefully. perhaps you'll see something you've never seen before . . .
Monday, March 3, 2008
Those who judge others...
Those who 'judge' others, - whether claiming to be christian or not, - are opening themselves to the very condemnation they seek against their 'target.' - GET THIS RIGHT. - it will save you oodles and oodles of trouble and tribulation in life. ~lch
* A winner rebukes and forgives; a loser is too timid to rebuke and too petty to forgive.
* Perseverance is the most overrated of traits, if it is unaccompanied by talent; beating your head against a wall is more likely to produce a concussion in the head than a hole in the wall.
* Sometimes the best, and only effective, way to kill an idea is to put it into practice.
* It's surprising how many persons go through life without ever recognizing that their feelings toward other people are largely determined by their feelings toward themselves, and if you're not comfortable within yourself, you can't be comfortable with others.
* Ninety per cent of the world's woe comes from people not knowing themselves, their abilities, their frailties, and even their real virtues. Most of us go almost all the way through life as complete strangers to ourselves -- so how can we know anyone else in any meaningful sense?
* Men make counterfeit money; but in many more cases, money makes for counterfeit men. ~ Sidney J. Harris
Who Will Answer? Written by Davis / Aute (Chanted, with increasing melody) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pdUejD99KuM
From the canyons of the mind, We wander on and stumble blindly
Through the often-tangled maze
Of starless nights and sunless days, While casting for some kind of clue
Or road to lead us to the truth ,
But who will answer?
Side by side two people stand,
Together vowing, hand-in-hand
That love's imbedded in their hearts,
But soon an empty feeling starts
To overwhelm their hollow lives, And when we seek the hows and whys, Who will answer?
High upon a lonely ledge,
a figure teeters near the edge, And jeering crowds collect below
To egg him on with, "Go, man, go!"
But who will ask what led him
To his private day of doom, And who will answer?
On a strange and distant hill,
A young man's lying very still.
His arms will never hold his child,
Because a bullet running wild Has cut him down. And now we cry, "Dear God, Oh, why, oh, why?!" And who will answer?
If the soul is darkened by a fear it cannot name, If the mind is baffled when the rules don't fit the game, Who will answer? Who will answer?
Who will answer?
In the rooms of dark and shades,
The scent of sandalwood pervades.
The colored thoughts in muddled heads
Reclining in rumpled beds Of unmade dreams that can't come true,
And when we ask what we should do, . . . Who? Who will answer?'
Neath the spreading mushroom tree,
The world revolves in apathy
As overhead, a row of specks Roars on,
drowned out by discotheques,
And if a secret button's pressed
Because one man has been outguessed, Who will answer?
Is our hope in walnut shells Worn 'round the neck with temple bells, Or deep within some cloistered walls Where hooded figures pray in halls?
Or crumbled books on dusty shelves, Or in our stars, ... or in ourselves, Who will answer?!
If the soul is darkened By a fear it cannot name, If the mind is baffled When the rules don't fit the game, Who will answer? Who will answer?
Who will answer? Alleluyah! Alleluyah! Alleluyah!
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He Is A Mystery: LOVEternaL balanced with Perfect Justice. - *that* plus 'The Mysteriamtreemendom.' - Roo-ahch ha KOdesh: YahOvah-Shammah, - YahOvah- YaH ha VaH.
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