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By Don Watson
One thing that we Christians often overlook is to whom a book or passage in the Bible is written. This is the case in the Book of James. I refer to James 1:1 ~ Are we the 12 tribes of Israel? How about Acts 2? When the Apostle Peter cries "Ye men of Israel!" is he referring to us? My hope is...
By Skeptic Windego
The temple of flesh.
Poetry | Updated Dec 8, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The story describes a man's journey on a lonely stretch of road in the dark and the tricks his minds plays on him or was it something else!
This poem is about that dark place we all go into once in a while, and just need to see the light desperately.
This is a true story of my younger childhood. This is about the paranormal and I hope that if this has affected you in any way to let me know. I hope you enjoy.
Contest. After you die from saving your sisters life
By Melissa Firefox
No where to run. Forbidden to hide.
You are trapped.
Just as armor will protect warriors in a battle against opposing forces, God's armor will protect us against the Foe and Enemy who strives tenaciously to defeat all of us in the battle of life.
The Guardian is the being that was created to watch over all from somewhere no being is able to go - But one day the Guardian is brought down to earth by an unknown force and is now stuck on earth till she finds out what reason she was brought here
***IMPORTANT***This is for people who are willing to listen to someone else's views and opinions with minds open ready to receive a different perspective. This isn't meant for a huge argument to break out but for me to express my feelings and views. I am not pushing this on anyone, but I am only...
A poem describing a man who is sitting by his young daughter who is on her death bed as a result of cancer. I'm not sure what inspired me to write this. I just had this urge to write something that involved death but wasn't really DARK.
Poetry | Updated Nov 3, 2013 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
When do we truly die? When do our souls truly fade away with the dust and remains of our life and work?
Poetry | Updated Nov 3, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
A voyage into the chilly snow caped mountains where Lukato the friendly Winter spirit resides.
Poetry | Updated Nov 3, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Mark Samoilovich
A peaceful man has been sent to war during the dark ages. During the last night before the bloody war, his blood runs fast and his own nature urges him to realize the difference between right and wrong.
When I was reminiscing about my constant migraines as a child...this popped in my head. I hope you all enjoy