Lord. Our Father. Is He real? This idea of an over-arching figure that protects us from all harm and grants us eternal life, all under just one condition: we believe in Him despite not having any evidence of His existence. Why would He create a creature designed to define existence as what can be sensed by the body, and then expect it to go against the logic that He himself created? Did he think his book was sufficient? His book was written by humans, and is no more reliable than word of mouth. Please Lord, give me a reason to believe. If you are going to guide me, show me that the path is safe, and that the ground won’t fall out from under my feet. Give me something concrete to hold on to.
Her dream suddenly shifts as the image of a burning city clashes with predawn light. Muted grays and blues are tinged with murky violets as it all seeps into her frame of reference. She feels the cold sweat and strands of hair sticking to her face, but none of that matters as a thought she’s had a hundred times before races along with her pulse, “It’s the same place again and again and again.” She pauses, remembers an old phrase about some lord or other working in mysterious ways, but this isn’t about superstitions. Buried in the aftermath of disaster is a long forgotten memory. Maybe it’s not the whole answer, but she knows any clue will do.
“The lord of all demons. Glad to have finally met the man I’m supposedly destined to kill. You’re a lot shorter than I expected though, I must admit.” I trailed off watching him as he stood from his seat on the throne. The guards tightened their hold on me as he approached and i could feel the blade hidden on my arm press into me. I wished dearly to be able to throw them off but I knew I couldn’t just yet. It wasn’t time. He neared closer and smirked.
healer, protecter, guidance. he is father. leader of all. the person God sent to relieve us of all our sin. the person sent to fix all that is wrong in the world, only that was centuries ago and the world is not fixed.
naki
I go to there house every summer. Oh god. I have to pretend like I’m religious until they fall asleep. I sit at the dinner table, holding hands with them and pretending to pray. I like to look around at their faces, watch the intensity. I guess it is better to believe in a god, lord or whatever…then not believe in anything. I guess I envy them in a way…
Justine
“Wow, look at her, preening like she’s lord over every high school student here,” my friend snorts. I peer over at Shelley, her designer jeans tightly hugging her thin waist and pink lips glossy with freshly applied makeup. “Well,” I say with good humor, “there’s not doubt that she can afford that title.”
I have always considered myself a religious person. Perhaps this is due to the fact that without fail, my parents have taken me to church every Saturday. Why Saturday? Saturday, because my father works on Sunday mornings. This doesn’t make sense to me, because my mother works Saturday around church-time anyway. Why do we adjust to my father and not my mother?
Catherine
It wasn’t even a battle I could win, and I knew it from the bottom of my heart. I did it for the fans, my beloved fans; they were all rooting for me in their quiet little homes, but without a clue of the torment I was enduring. My creator was just in giving me such a glorious ending, and I am proud to have served to give you millions upon millions of believers. In the end, all that matters is that I have saved this world from the tyrannical, the evil, and the insane, Lord Voldemort.
There was something regal in his face, refined and accentuated in his step and archaic speech. Something about him standing there with his long braided beard that made me want to pledge fealty upon my knees and address him by the title of “Lord”. Casting an eye around the room, I was somewhat relieved to see that I was not the only one to react in such a way.
As the lord looked down on all of his creations he wondered what had driven him to create such fragile beings. No matter how hard he worked he was never proud enough to shead his graces on the creatures that cherished him the most.
victoria
the lord looked down on his poor children. curious as to what had driven him to create such fragile creatures. how often had he looked down and wondered that he didn’t know. all of his creations stare up into the sky for him to present himself. how could he, he felt asif he had failed all of his creations.
victoria
Lord.
Who are you . An image. Of a man.
Spiteful and unyielding…it doesn’t make sense. You are derived from worshiping the Sun. Our star is our life. Our lord.
For real!
Lord.
Who are you . An image. Of a man.
Spiteful and unyielding…it doesn’t make sense. You are derived from worshiping the Sun. Our star is our life. Our lord.
Christine
The Lord. Lord. my mother’s favorite word. It always annoyed me. It makes Jesus sound so. Angry. WHY DO YOU HATE THE LORD! I don’t hate the lord. I don’t like the image of him. The one you taught me.
Mags. I’m just thinking about Mags. And how’s she’s changed. How her beliefs are changing her. How she’s all about God now, which is wonderful, except it’s making her a bit shut off to the world. Lord. Lord bring my best friend back to me. I don’t know what to do. I miss her.
“The Lord is my shephard, I shall not want. He leads me into green pastures.” Automatically thought of one of the psalms when I saw this. I have been so through so much and the only person who has been there to guide me and watch over me has been Jesus Christ my savior and lord. He reigns forever. He is awesome. Amen.
Michelle
I hope that one day I will become a man of the Lord. I have been raised to be such, but I don’t know how I really feel about it! I love My life and I feel like I live it right and one day I hope to understand God and how he lives within me!
Philip Kramer
He is everything. He is love, he is peace, he is all that is good. He is there whenever someone does something brave, selfless or kind. He is our farther. he does not judge, for he made us all, he believes us to be perfect. We do not ahve to go to church for him to love us.
Sienna
There are many who would call themselves ‘lord’, as to define a station in life. Many will say ‘lord, lord’ and not enter into the Kingdom of God, for all that He has prepared for them before the foundation of the world. There is one Lord, one faith, one baptism. Have you been baptized into the Lord Jesus Christ and received the Love of God today?
Sue
Looking up, the light shines bright. Blinding me. My eyes are so captive in this bright fire burning it’s difficult to just look away. I feel as if i’m floating upwards. My feet dangle, and aren’t lifted by the solid ground. I manage to glance down. With my surprise , I seem to be looking at myself. How can this be?
Why am I just laying there. I can’t stop drifting away. Starting to get higher, my impulse is to panic. I need to wake up. Wake up! Screaming my heart out, hoping my unconscious self will hear and awake from this nightmare. But she’s in deep sleep.
Soon enough, only the light is vivid. Tears steaming down my face, repeating under my breath, this isnt real. This can’t be real. No. no. no.
Looking down still , behind me the shining light won’t go out. It’s dark. Nothingness. Where am I being led to?
Still sobbing, trying to make sence of what’s happening to me. I hear hia voice. So heavenly. So majestic. So reassuring. So calm. ” Hush now my child, you haven’t become somebody else, you’re still you my sweet. Take my hand and enter the light with me. You’ll be safe. I promise.” So deeply in his trance, just dried tears lay on my face, I touch his warm soft hands and we walk into the light .
god almighty being i said this word a lot in elementary school but didnt quite grasp the context i just said it. in prayer once i had my eyes closed longer than prayer and the kids next to me laughed at me. i remember when my bf asked me how i pray, i said i start our with dear lord and he told me it was very protestant sounding. we’re catholic. k.
Ana
The harsh light penetrated through the clouds and hit my face in a burst of heat. The lord of the house was a cruel man, subjecting me to this punishment. I has only stolen a carrot, a carrot to feed my beautiful, my soon to be prize winning bunny. He was growing weak, his fur losing it’s luster, his eyes dulling to
oh lord, sounds like something from a childhood t.v show. oh lord, what have you done now, the perpetual exaltation of Mothers everywhere.
Melissa
What can i say that has not already been said? he is my god and my savoir. and he we don’t always have the best relationship and i don’t always prayer or care or thank him as much as i should but i am glad he is on my side. and i am glad he is my confidant. and i thank him everyday for forgiving me and my sins and my sorrows. he is everything.
apple
The Lord is my savior. He knows what I want. Lord I want that man. Want what he can give me. But don’t want him to lord over me. Just want to lie him. Not like I love The Lord but kinda close I guess. Don’t understand why The Lord took him from me. Lord knows I’ve asked why so many times. But I want him back. Lord knows I want him back. But I won’t take him.
Ashley Long
Farmers, lords, princesses,
Knights in shining armor-
It doesn’t matter.
Everyone plays.
I am my own lord, my own master. Not to sound cocky and say I am a godly figure, but rather to say I have control of my body, mind, and spirit and I know myself well enough to feel comfortable in any situation. We are our own Lords.
Alek
lord over the people? over the hills and the forests? this kingdom does not belong to me, i dont deserve such a domain. a lord is a strong, wise man. i am nothing compared to the lords of the past. how can i live up to my ancestors?
Cheyenne
people think that there is a ‘lord’ god. Why would we want there to be a lord who watches over us like an overseer to a slave? An omnicient omnipresent being who decides everything?
Lord, they called him. Now that they knew of his blood, they called him lord. It wasn’t what he wanted, it wasn’t what he asked for. He knew they only treated him this way because of his father. He knew he wasn’t going to be treated the same again. Whether that was a gift or a curse he couldn’t decide.
Lord oh lord why have I forsaken thee, my life is but a memory, of wrongs and rights I cant explain although I constantly disdain, the fruitless tree of my soul, a loss of total self control.
Matt Brady
He was lord of all he surveyed … or at least that is what he thought. But he suffered from a peculiar form of blindness so that what he thought he saw was different from what others saw. But then we all see things differently, don’t we?
Lord. i was supposed to call him lord, he said. He was always such a stuck up prat. only cared about status, was never nice to anybody who was beneath him. it just made me wish that he hadn’t started anything with me, hadn’t picked me out of the kitchens, hadn’t asked for anything more than what my job as a kitchen girl required of me.
adl
Lord, let him live. There’s nothing worse than watching your best friend from your youth fade before your eyes. As one without roots, a place to call my own, my people are my own. Take them away, and you take a part of me. I am less for having that person gone. Lord, just let him live.
You are the Lord my God and I will worship and honor you always till my days end here on earth and beyond. Help me Lord to do this well.
Melissa Row
People praise the lord in their happy times but as soon as they enter into a small test of faith they turn away. How can they turn and blame hate the lord so easily after praising him so happily. This is one thing that I don’t like but is almost inevitable for most. As soon as things are hard they walk away.
Louisa
“Oh lord…not again,” I sighed as my little sister dragged me to the slides. “I wanna go again sissy!” she cried at the top of her little lungs. I looked into her giant, pleading eyes and caved into her command. I took her to the top of the rickety tower that led to the slide and sat her in my lap. She giggled with delight and bounced up and down in my lap. I smiled at her eagerness and pushed my hands to push us down the slide. We flew through the dark tunnel at unprecedented speeds, causing my Beatrice to squeal in delight and terror. I held her tight and we popped out of the opening and skid through the loose wood chips. “That was so fun sissy!” Beatrice said, hugging me and then running off to play. I watched as she ran to the other little girls and tried to go across the monkey bars. I plugged in my headphones and started to work on a new story in my notebook. Just as I was getting to a climax in my story I remembered I was babysitting and looked up to check on my sister. I didn’t see her at first, but I figured she had just gone down the slide again or something. I’m not sure how long I watched the jungle gym for her, but in the end she never turned up. I quickly got up from the bench and ran towards where I had last seen her, searching the entire place up and down until I had examined the last wood chip. She wasn’t here…but I was going to find her.
He was loud and arrogant; not intelligent nor very charistmatic, but he radiated power. He was corruptable and vile, but he could rule. He was the lord of the keep. He was the law of the land. The people knew it, and he knew it.
Lord. Our Father. Is He real? This idea of an over-arching figure that protects us from all harm and grants us eternal life, all under just one condition: we believe in Him despite not having any evidence of His existence. Why would He create a creature designed to define existence as what can be sensed by the body, and then expect it to go against the logic that He himself created? Did he think his book was sufficient? His book was written by humans, and is no more reliable than word of mouth. Please Lord, give me a reason to believe. If you are going to guide me, show me that the path is safe, and that the ground won’t fall out from under my feet. Give me something concrete to hold on to.
Her dream suddenly shifts as the image of a burning city clashes with predawn light. Muted grays and blues are tinged with murky violets as it all seeps into her frame of reference. She feels the cold sweat and strands of hair sticking to her face, but none of that matters as a thought she’s had a hundred times before races along with her pulse, “It’s the same place again and again and again.” She pauses, remembers an old phrase about some lord or other working in mysterious ways, but this isn’t about superstitions. Buried in the aftermath of disaster is a long forgotten memory. Maybe it’s not the whole answer, but she knows any clue will do.
“The lord of all demons. Glad to have finally met the man I’m supposedly destined to kill. You’re a lot shorter than I expected though, I must admit.” I trailed off watching him as he stood from his seat on the throne. The guards tightened their hold on me as he approached and i could feel the blade hidden on my arm press into me. I wished dearly to be able to throw them off but I knew I couldn’t just yet. It wasn’t time. He neared closer and smirked.
healer, protecter, guidance. he is father. leader of all. the person God sent to relieve us of all our sin. the person sent to fix all that is wrong in the world, only that was centuries ago and the world is not fixed.
I go to there house every summer. Oh god. I have to pretend like I’m religious until they fall asleep. I sit at the dinner table, holding hands with them and pretending to pray. I like to look around at their faces, watch the intensity. I guess it is better to believe in a god, lord or whatever…then not believe in anything. I guess I envy them in a way…
“Wow, look at her, preening like she’s lord over every high school student here,” my friend snorts. I peer over at Shelley, her designer jeans tightly hugging her thin waist and pink lips glossy with freshly applied makeup. “Well,” I say with good humor, “there’s not doubt that she can afford that title.”
I have always considered myself a religious person. Perhaps this is due to the fact that without fail, my parents have taken me to church every Saturday. Why Saturday? Saturday, because my father works on Sunday mornings. This doesn’t make sense to me, because my mother works Saturday around church-time anyway. Why do we adjust to my father and not my mother?
It wasn’t even a battle I could win, and I knew it from the bottom of my heart. I did it for the fans, my beloved fans; they were all rooting for me in their quiet little homes, but without a clue of the torment I was enduring. My creator was just in giving me such a glorious ending, and I am proud to have served to give you millions upon millions of believers. In the end, all that matters is that I have saved this world from the tyrannical, the evil, and the insane, Lord Voldemort.
There was something regal in his face, refined and accentuated in his step and archaic speech. Something about him standing there with his long braided beard that made me want to pledge fealty upon my knees and address him by the title of “Lord”. Casting an eye around the room, I was somewhat relieved to see that I was not the only one to react in such a way.
As the lord looked down on all of his creations he wondered what had driven him to create such fragile beings. No matter how hard he worked he was never proud enough to shead his graces on the creatures that cherished him the most.
the lord looked down on his poor children. curious as to what had driven him to create such fragile creatures. how often had he looked down and wondered that he didn’t know. all of his creations stare up into the sky for him to present himself. how could he, he felt asif he had failed all of his creations.
Lord.
Who are you . An image. Of a man.
Spiteful and unyielding…it doesn’t make sense. You are derived from worshiping the Sun. Our star is our life. Our lord.
For real!
Lord.
Who are you . An image. Of a man.
Spiteful and unyielding…it doesn’t make sense. You are derived from worshiping the Sun. Our star is our life. Our lord.
The Lord. Lord. my mother’s favorite word. It always annoyed me. It makes Jesus sound so. Angry. WHY DO YOU HATE THE LORD! I don’t hate the lord. I don’t like the image of him. The one you taught me.
Mags. I’m just thinking about Mags. And how’s she’s changed. How her beliefs are changing her. How she’s all about God now, which is wonderful, except it’s making her a bit shut off to the world. Lord. Lord bring my best friend back to me. I don’t know what to do. I miss her.
“The Lord is my shephard, I shall not want. He leads me into green pastures.” Automatically thought of one of the psalms when I saw this. I have been so through so much and the only person who has been there to guide me and watch over me has been Jesus Christ my savior and lord. He reigns forever. He is awesome. Amen.
I hope that one day I will become a man of the Lord. I have been raised to be such, but I don’t know how I really feel about it! I love My life and I feel like I live it right and one day I hope to understand God and how he lives within me!
He is everything. He is love, he is peace, he is all that is good. He is there whenever someone does something brave, selfless or kind. He is our farther. he does not judge, for he made us all, he believes us to be perfect. We do not ahve to go to church for him to love us.
There are many who would call themselves ‘lord’, as to define a station in life. Many will say ‘lord, lord’ and not enter into the Kingdom of God, for all that He has prepared for them before the foundation of the world. There is one Lord, one faith, one baptism. Have you been baptized into the Lord Jesus Christ and received the Love of God today?
Looking up, the light shines bright. Blinding me. My eyes are so captive in this bright fire burning it’s difficult to just look away. I feel as if i’m floating upwards. My feet dangle, and aren’t lifted by the solid ground. I manage to glance down. With my surprise , I seem to be looking at myself. How can this be?
Why am I just laying there. I can’t stop drifting away. Starting to get higher, my impulse is to panic. I need to wake up. Wake up! Screaming my heart out, hoping my unconscious self will hear and awake from this nightmare. But she’s in deep sleep.
Soon enough, only the light is vivid. Tears steaming down my face, repeating under my breath, this isnt real. This can’t be real. No. no. no.
Looking down still , behind me the shining light won’t go out. It’s dark. Nothingness. Where am I being led to?
Still sobbing, trying to make sence of what’s happening to me. I hear hia voice. So heavenly. So majestic. So reassuring. So calm. ” Hush now my child, you haven’t become somebody else, you’re still you my sweet. Take my hand and enter the light with me. You’ll be safe. I promise.” So deeply in his trance, just dried tears lay on my face, I touch his warm soft hands and we walk into the light .
god almighty being i said this word a lot in elementary school but didnt quite grasp the context i just said it. in prayer once i had my eyes closed longer than prayer and the kids next to me laughed at me. i remember when my bf asked me how i pray, i said i start our with dear lord and he told me it was very protestant sounding. we’re catholic. k.
The harsh light penetrated through the clouds and hit my face in a burst of heat. The lord of the house was a cruel man, subjecting me to this punishment. I has only stolen a carrot, a carrot to feed my beautiful, my soon to be prize winning bunny. He was growing weak, his fur losing it’s luster, his eyes dulling to
oh lord, sounds like something from a childhood t.v show. oh lord, what have you done now, the perpetual exaltation of Mothers everywhere.
What can i say that has not already been said? he is my god and my savoir. and he we don’t always have the best relationship and i don’t always prayer or care or thank him as much as i should but i am glad he is on my side. and i am glad he is my confidant. and i thank him everyday for forgiving me and my sins and my sorrows. he is everything.
The Lord is my savior. He knows what I want. Lord I want that man. Want what he can give me. But don’t want him to lord over me. Just want to lie him. Not like I love The Lord but kinda close I guess. Don’t understand why The Lord took him from me. Lord knows I’ve asked why so many times. But I want him back. Lord knows I want him back. But I won’t take him.
Farmers, lords, princesses,
Knights in shining armor-
It doesn’t matter.
Everyone plays.
But in the game of love,
You win or you die.
I am my own lord, my own master. Not to sound cocky and say I am a godly figure, but rather to say I have control of my body, mind, and spirit and I know myself well enough to feel comfortable in any situation. We are our own Lords.
lord over the people? over the hills and the forests? this kingdom does not belong to me, i dont deserve such a domain. a lord is a strong, wise man. i am nothing compared to the lords of the past. how can i live up to my ancestors?
people think that there is a ‘lord’ god. Why would we want there to be a lord who watches over us like an overseer to a slave? An omnicient omnipresent being who decides everything?
Some people fully believe in him. This god they speak of and his son. I don’t believe it. It’s just foolish, at least in my eyes.
Lord, they called him. Now that they knew of his blood, they called him lord. It wasn’t what he wanted, it wasn’t what he asked for. He knew they only treated him this way because of his father. He knew he wasn’t going to be treated the same again. Whether that was a gift or a curse he couldn’t decide.
Lord of the rings! Her favorite movie. =] Thank the lord she said what she did. Thank the lord I have all the people around me that I do.
Lord oh lord why have I forsaken thee, my life is but a memory, of wrongs and rights I cant explain although I constantly disdain, the fruitless tree of my soul, a loss of total self control.
He was lord of all he surveyed … or at least that is what he thought. But he suffered from a peculiar form of blindness so that what he thought he saw was different from what others saw. But then we all see things differently, don’t we?
Lord. i was supposed to call him lord, he said. He was always such a stuck up prat. only cared about status, was never nice to anybody who was beneath him. it just made me wish that he hadn’t started anything with me, hadn’t picked me out of the kitchens, hadn’t asked for anything more than what my job as a kitchen girl required of me.
Lord, let him live. There’s nothing worse than watching your best friend from your youth fade before your eyes. As one without roots, a place to call my own, my people are my own. Take them away, and you take a part of me. I am less for having that person gone. Lord, just let him live.
You are the Lord my God and I will worship and honor you always till my days end here on earth and beyond. Help me Lord to do this well.
People praise the lord in their happy times but as soon as they enter into a small test of faith they turn away. How can they turn and blame hate the lord so easily after praising him so happily. This is one thing that I don’t like but is almost inevitable for most. As soon as things are hard they walk away.
“Oh lord…not again,” I sighed as my little sister dragged me to the slides. “I wanna go again sissy!” she cried at the top of her little lungs. I looked into her giant, pleading eyes and caved into her command. I took her to the top of the rickety tower that led to the slide and sat her in my lap. She giggled with delight and bounced up and down in my lap. I smiled at her eagerness and pushed my hands to push us down the slide. We flew through the dark tunnel at unprecedented speeds, causing my Beatrice to squeal in delight and terror. I held her tight and we popped out of the opening and skid through the loose wood chips. “That was so fun sissy!” Beatrice said, hugging me and then running off to play. I watched as she ran to the other little girls and tried to go across the monkey bars. I plugged in my headphones and started to work on a new story in my notebook. Just as I was getting to a climax in my story I remembered I was babysitting and looked up to check on my sister. I didn’t see her at first, but I figured she had just gone down the slide again or something. I’m not sure how long I watched the jungle gym for her, but in the end she never turned up. I quickly got up from the bench and ran towards where I had last seen her, searching the entire place up and down until I had examined the last wood chip. She wasn’t here…but I was going to find her.
He was loud and arrogant; not intelligent nor very charistmatic, but he radiated power. He was corruptable and vile, but he could rule. He was the lord of the keep. He was the law of the land. The people knew it, and he knew it.