“Lord, help me.” Meredith breathes out as she darts down another street, she can heard the loud footsteps of her pursuer behind her. Her lungs ache and her calves burn. But if she stops, it could mean death. Her dress tangles around her ankles; tripping her and she falls hard on the cobbled street. A sob pushes past her lips , this is the end. She can feel the stranger crouch down behind her. She doesn’t dare turn around. Her breath catches in her throat as the stranger’s fingers brush lightly over the back of her neck. They are icy and rough; a dead man’s fingers. They card through her long black hair, tangling themselves in the silky tresses. Then they are gripping her hair at the scalp and yanking her head roughly back, forcing her to look up and back at their owner.
HIs face-if it can even be called a he- is split almost in have by a monstrous grin that seems to go from ear to ear, filled with teeth pointed to a razor’s sharp edge. Tears form at her eyelids. This thing means to eat her, to tear out her soul from its body. Meredith will be damned to hell for eternity.
He was lording it over me; the fact that I was actually the one who broke the vase when we were kids. Mom never failed to bring it up. She used it as another reason to look at him with disappointment. Over the years he had to deal with a lot from her, but at the time of the incident we had no idea that she would hold onto it like that, so he took the fall for it.
Lord, I know not if you truly exist or not. Religion is not something I have solid thoughts about. Do you exist? Or perhaps you do not? I know not. Perhaps there are many lords, perhaps there is one, and perhaps there are none. No solid ground do I have on this matter.
Well, I quite simply do not believe in God. NOT the Christian God or any religous god, anyway. I do believe in a higher power. But my idea of a higher power is much different.
He is my everything. We are best friends and I love him. I hope I get to see him someday in heaven; I speak to him every night. I think that his name should be capitalized.
installastions of progress and timing concered with rediculous prophecies have never come true. in my mind im strung out amongst a world filled with symtoms of inconsequential bullshit we all need to OH MY LORD find ourselves. ourselves and yourself included. do you really think perspectives arent folding?
in middle school i saw a lord he was the gloriest lord of all. His name was tom and he liked picles. One day the wanted to have all the pickled to himself so he delcared him the pickle lord. He made everyone give him their pickles and made everyone bow down to him.
he bashed my face into the belief system that i thought i forgot about years ago. everyone know, OH LORD OH GREAT LORD ALMIGHTY. do people really still buy this shit? have i been so secluded amongst my glorious friends of atheisms truths love and not giving a shit for so long that i cant recognize most of the humans in this world still need something. still rely on these structures. basque basque basque
Lord of all creation. of heaven earth and sky, the heavens are your tabernacles. Glory to the Lord on high. God of wonders beyond our majesty, you are holy. Holy. the universe declares your majesty. You are holy. Holy. Lord of heaven and Earth
Feeling the heavy pull on my legs like a quick-sand pool full of mercury, I trudged through my obstacles slowly, helplessly, and alone. Not until a blinding beam of light entrenched my entire vision, did I hear a powerfully divine yet gentle voice addressing me. “Child,” the Lord insisted, “Let me help you out of your misery. For now one, you wander this earth with Someone beside you.”
Lord all mighty, please help me to stop procrastinating on my two papers and allow me to be able to finish them both by Monday morning.
My lord would definitely help me to overcome this horrible habit I have, but I also need to put in the effort….tomorrow.
i do believe in the lord sometimes, but the church is just so strict that it’s hard to have my own thoughts about god, not really letting me believe in him for myself. i like the idea of the lord watching over me and making sure everything is going to be okay, but it’s hard when nothing goes right ever. and it makes me kind of sad. i don’t know.
Amazing God. My God’s not dead, He’s surely alive, living on the inside, roaring like a lion. – song lyrics playing, had to pause it.
An amazing power, awesome in power, healer, author of salvation. He is the King of Kings, my King, the one I give my life to follow and praise. There’d be no reason for worship, to sing, to rejoice with the Lord God Almighty.
It is Him that I have reason to live. It is through Him that I can do all things, I can conquer my fears and live through this world. My faith and trust sways, but His promise remains. I have a blessed assurance always holding me in my heart.
I can’t not cry at songs that praise Him, I can’t not cry looking around at people who really live life, and love Him.. it’s beautiful.
My God is a beautiful man, and in every man I see a little bit of Him. Because I know He is here and everywhere.
My God is not a myth, not a fiction. My God is surely alive, roaring like a lion, living on the inside, living in our very hearts filled with compassion.
I thank you God, for everything. For your promises, Your Mercy, the tears in my eyes for believing and knowing Your Grace and compassion.
Glory and Power be to You, the only wise King. <3
He gives us a place in our lives, a way to live and a figure to look up to. He is inspiration, He is the guide, He is the light. He lives above us all, watching and loving.
what if I wasn’t a lord of a castle? Now imagine the fun in that, being able to run around and hock some spit onto her shoes and laugh at her because hey, that’s what they do right? The un-lords that is.
Thankful for today because he made it present. Always around to help because it’s what he does. Great listener, great friend, great mother, great father, because he is one-in-all.
Love is devotion and everything under. He’ll always be there. Hamesha and Forever. Leave all your worries up to him.
God. Back to the past where people had lots of god’s which reminds me of Zues and all. It’s always fascinated me to know about that kind of stuff; other people’s beliefs. Feels weird and I don’t know why.
someday’s i wonder what is coming next, i try to look ahead but can never see clearly enough. i really shouldn’t worry about what lies ahead, for i know the path of the lord.
The medieval lord rode in his carriage to the ball. It was the biggest event of the year, and every lord across the land was going to be there. He enjoyed getting all decked out in his fancy attire; his favorite outfit being the velvet red robe with the swirly gold designs. He laughed at all of his peasants, for they would have to stay at home and clean his palace.
he was a lord and I wasn’t which puts into perspective how royally fucked I am right now about killing his son. As I have realised when there is a circle of guards around me and I’m holding the head of pale, baby-faced fat boy. I was fucjk
And Shepherds we shall be
For thee, my Lord, for thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand
Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands.
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be.
In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti.
lord. well the first thing that comes to mind is george harrison because he sings the song my sweet lord and its a pretty good song. i love george harrison. lord also sort of refers to religion and gods to me. i am not sure how i feel about religion. although it is very interesting, i am not set on any specific religion. But i think that is ok.
the lord of fantasia and the lands of vast beauty. all those that looked up to the lord were in aw of his majesty and wanted nothing then to serve him. he was very rich yet generous and gave to those that needed It most.
Lord? or lord? Big difference there. Christ is Lord… egotistical maniacs can be lords. To lord it over. Kinda seems crappy that this one word means two such different things.
He is out Savior. Our king. Majesty. He is above all things. He is glorious and magnificent. Beautiful like the single cloud in the sky or the sunset. He is Lord. He is just. He is the good in all life and all glory to Him.
It slipped from my mouth
Like a prayer
But it gasped and took control
With an oh-oh-oh
As I let go.
Those midnight missives
Of bunched linen and balled fists
Go unanswered,
But not without a hope, a whisper
That drops from lips and tongue
To greet the cold night air
And the booming silence.
Gold circlet, solid and smooth above the craggy roughness of his ugly face. He had dark eyes- cruel, unmerciful. He rolled in robes of velvet and fur while everything else burned burned burned.
oh help me lord
help me become something more
something i can afford
a person of good will
better intentions
who can clearly articulate joy
who can happily accept what i’m given
to smile at jokes
to smile at pain
to find something in nothing
so i can be whole again.
Oh lord how I miss you, but this tragic circumstance is irreversible. It’s been said, “Sometimes the one you’d take a bullet for is the one holding the gun.” I fear that this is true. Do I dare take the bullet for you? Oh lord, I care about you, but I’m too young to die…. Don’t kill me please.
The Lord is not my savior. I don’t believe in God. I also don’t believe I need saving. At least not from another person. If I need to be saved, I’m the only one that can do it. I think the word ‘lord’ is a very powerful word – that is, it suggests a lot about power. It suggests that someone is great than you.
He watched me in the mirror as the hair dye rinsed out of my long locks. A purple streak ran the length underneath the normal brown color. I knew he wouldn’t like it, but I did. Staring with confusion and disapproval, I looked at his reflection, and our eyes met. “I have to leave,” I said to the boy in the mirror. His eyes looked lost and vast. Lord, what was I doing? Before I could say anything else, he spoke.
Lord take me to the place where I can be at peace. Where I can find you in the quiet and in the loud moments. Bring to a place where you are all I need and I can make it through anything because I know you are with me. Lord, be my all. Be everything.
good times roll
above the one
loosen every lie
outer to the inside
guess the pieces contained sure isnt likely that we never felt so free
entertain eternal, listen easy, for all and for ever
“Lord, help me.” Meredith breathes out as she darts down another street, she can heard the loud footsteps of her pursuer behind her. Her lungs ache and her calves burn. But if she stops, it could mean death. Her dress tangles around her ankles; tripping her and she falls hard on the cobbled street. A sob pushes past her lips , this is the end. She can feel the stranger crouch down behind her. She doesn’t dare turn around. Her breath catches in her throat as the stranger’s fingers brush lightly over the back of her neck. They are icy and rough; a dead man’s fingers. They card through her long black hair, tangling themselves in the silky tresses. Then they are gripping her hair at the scalp and yanking her head roughly back, forcing her to look up and back at their owner.
HIs face-if it can even be called a he- is split almost in have by a monstrous grin that seems to go from ear to ear, filled with teeth pointed to a razor’s sharp edge. Tears form at her eyelids. This thing means to eat her, to tear out her soul from its body. Meredith will be damned to hell for eternity.
She finds him in the small things—she supposes—in the motes of light rising up from fires, strangers’ spines curved in sadness, and stark grey skies.
No comfort though, just assent.
He was lording it over me; the fact that I was actually the one who broke the vase when we were kids. Mom never failed to bring it up. She used it as another reason to look at him with disappointment. Over the years he had to deal with a lot from her, but at the time of the incident we had no idea that she would hold onto it like that, so he took the fall for it.
Lord, I know not if you truly exist or not. Religion is not something I have solid thoughts about. Do you exist? Or perhaps you do not? I know not. Perhaps there are many lords, perhaps there is one, and perhaps there are none. No solid ground do I have on this matter.
Well, I quite simply do not believe in God. NOT the Christian God or any religous god, anyway. I do believe in a higher power. But my idea of a higher power is much different.
He is my everything. We are best friends and I love him. I hope I get to see him someday in heaven; I speak to him every night. I think that his name should be capitalized.
installastions of progress and timing concered with rediculous prophecies have never come true. in my mind im strung out amongst a world filled with symtoms of inconsequential bullshit we all need to OH MY LORD find ourselves. ourselves and yourself included. do you really think perspectives arent folding?
in middle school i saw a lord he was the gloriest lord of all. His name was tom and he liked picles. One day the wanted to have all the pickled to himself so he delcared him the pickle lord. He made everyone give him their pickles and made everyone bow down to him.
he bashed my face into the belief system that i thought i forgot about years ago. everyone know, OH LORD OH GREAT LORD ALMIGHTY. do people really still buy this shit? have i been so secluded amongst my glorious friends of atheisms truths love and not giving a shit for so long that i cant recognize most of the humans in this world still need something. still rely on these structures. basque basque basque
Lord of all creation. of heaven earth and sky, the heavens are your tabernacles. Glory to the Lord on high. God of wonders beyond our majesty, you are holy. Holy. the universe declares your majesty. You are holy. Holy. Lord of heaven and Earth
He sat upon the Throne of Iron, his court laid out before him. Jesters, synchophants, guards, and supplicants.
Kneel
And speak
I feel awed
Though he is not proud
But kind
Behind the title
And stature
Feeling the heavy pull on my legs like a quick-sand pool full of mercury, I trudged through my obstacles slowly, helplessly, and alone. Not until a blinding beam of light entrenched my entire vision, did I hear a powerfully divine yet gentle voice addressing me. “Child,” the Lord insisted, “Let me help you out of your misery. For now one, you wander this earth with Someone beside you.”
Lord all mighty, please help me to stop procrastinating on my two papers and allow me to be able to finish them both by Monday morning.
My lord would definitely help me to overcome this horrible habit I have, but I also need to put in the effort….tomorrow.
i do believe in the lord sometimes, but the church is just so strict that it’s hard to have my own thoughts about god, not really letting me believe in him for myself. i like the idea of the lord watching over me and making sure everything is going to be okay, but it’s hard when nothing goes right ever. and it makes me kind of sad. i don’t know.
Amazing God. My God’s not dead, He’s surely alive, living on the inside, roaring like a lion. – song lyrics playing, had to pause it.
An amazing power, awesome in power, healer, author of salvation. He is the King of Kings, my King, the one I give my life to follow and praise. There’d be no reason for worship, to sing, to rejoice with the Lord God Almighty.
It is Him that I have reason to live. It is through Him that I can do all things, I can conquer my fears and live through this world. My faith and trust sways, but His promise remains. I have a blessed assurance always holding me in my heart.
I can’t not cry at songs that praise Him, I can’t not cry looking around at people who really live life, and love Him.. it’s beautiful.
My God is a beautiful man, and in every man I see a little bit of Him. Because I know He is here and everywhere.
My God is not a myth, not a fiction. My God is surely alive, roaring like a lion, living on the inside, living in our very hearts filled with compassion.
I thank you God, for everything. For your promises, Your Mercy, the tears in my eyes for believing and knowing Your Grace and compassion.
Glory and Power be to You, the only wise King. <3
He gives us a place in our lives, a way to live and a figure to look up to. He is inspiration, He is the guide, He is the light. He lives above us all, watching and loving.
what if I wasn’t a lord of a castle? Now imagine the fun in that, being able to run around and hock some spit onto her shoes and laugh at her because hey, that’s what they do right? The un-lords that is.
Why has it been like this for so long? It seems like faith in the lord would be enough but time and time again it is not. She left me again.
lord can be used in different ways but i read it as Lord. The Lord who died on a cross for my sins and gives me the gift of eternal life in heaven.
Thankful for today because he made it present. Always around to help because it’s what he does. Great listener, great friend, great mother, great father, because he is one-in-all.
Love is devotion and everything under. He’ll always be there. Hamesha and Forever. Leave all your worries up to him.
God. Back to the past where people had lots of god’s which reminds me of Zues and all. It’s always fascinated me to know about that kind of stuff; other people’s beliefs. Feels weird and I don’t know why.
someday’s i wonder what is coming next, i try to look ahead but can never see clearly enough. i really shouldn’t worry about what lies ahead, for i know the path of the lord.
“Lordy O Lordy Lorri Turned Forty”
Remember that line on those ladies’ shirts from oh was it 7 years ago? 40 seemed so far away….
The medieval lord rode in his carriage to the ball. It was the biggest event of the year, and every lord across the land was going to be there. He enjoyed getting all decked out in his fancy attire; his favorite outfit being the velvet red robe with the swirly gold designs. He laughed at all of his peasants, for they would have to stay at home and clean his palace.
he was a lord and I wasn’t which puts into perspective how royally fucked I am right now about killing his son. As I have realised when there is a circle of guards around me and I’m holding the head of pale, baby-faced fat boy. I was fucjk
And Shepherds we shall be
For thee, my Lord, for thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand
Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands.
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be.
In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti.
-The Boondock Saints
lord. well the first thing that comes to mind is george harrison because he sings the song my sweet lord and its a pretty good song. i love george harrison. lord also sort of refers to religion and gods to me. i am not sure how i feel about religion. although it is very interesting, i am not set on any specific religion. But i think that is ok.
the lord of fantasia and the lands of vast beauty. all those that looked up to the lord were in aw of his majesty and wanted nothing then to serve him. he was very rich yet generous and gave to those that needed It most.
Lord? or lord? Big difference there. Christ is Lord… egotistical maniacs can be lords. To lord it over. Kinda seems crappy that this one word means two such different things.
He is out Savior. Our king. Majesty. He is above all things. He is glorious and magnificent. Beautiful like the single cloud in the sky or the sunset. He is Lord. He is just. He is the good in all life and all glory to Him.
It slipped from my mouth
Like a prayer
But it gasped and took control
With an oh-oh-oh
As I let go.
Those midnight missives
Of bunched linen and balled fists
Go unanswered,
But not without a hope, a whisper
That drops from lips and tongue
To greet the cold night air
And the booming silence.
Gold circlet, solid and smooth above the craggy roughness of his ugly face. He had dark eyes- cruel, unmerciful. He rolled in robes of velvet and fur while everything else burned burned burned.
oh help me lord
help me become something more
something i can afford
a person of good will
better intentions
who can clearly articulate joy
who can happily accept what i’m given
to smile at jokes
to smile at pain
to find something in nothing
so i can be whole again.
Oh lord how I miss you, but this tragic circumstance is irreversible. It’s been said, “Sometimes the one you’d take a bullet for is the one holding the gun.” I fear that this is true. Do I dare take the bullet for you? Oh lord, I care about you, but I’m too young to die…. Don’t kill me please.
The Lord is not my savior. I don’t believe in God. I also don’t believe I need saving. At least not from another person. If I need to be saved, I’m the only one that can do it. I think the word ‘lord’ is a very powerful word – that is, it suggests a lot about power. It suggests that someone is great than you.
He watched me in the mirror as the hair dye rinsed out of my long locks. A purple streak ran the length underneath the normal brown color. I knew he wouldn’t like it, but I did. Staring with confusion and disapproval, I looked at his reflection, and our eyes met. “I have to leave,” I said to the boy in the mirror. His eyes looked lost and vast. Lord, what was I doing? Before I could say anything else, he spoke.
“I hate your hair.”
“Oh, Lord.”
“What?”
“Jesus Christ.”
“What? WHAT?”
Darren was very white. The lantern he was scratching at was growing dimmer and dimmer.
“I’m losing oil,” he told me in a slippery, dampened voice. “We’re going to be dropped into blackness any second.”
“Well, do something about it!” I snarled. The cold was getting to me. It was eating away at my ears.
Lord take me to the place where I can be at peace. Where I can find you in the quiet and in the loud moments. Bring to a place where you are all I need and I can make it through anything because I know you are with me. Lord, be my all. Be everything.
good times roll
above the one
loosen every lie
outer to the inside
guess the pieces contained sure isnt likely that we never felt so free
entertain eternal, listen easy, for all and for ever