"He that finds God has founded a good thing, for in the embrace of divinity, one discovers the true essence of purpose, the boundless wellspring of love, and the eternal source of inner peace."- Christen kuikoua
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Mother Earth A Gift To Us To Cherish And Love (Poem) BY CHristen Kuikoua
Mother Earth, a gift so rare,
A place of beauty, beyond compare.
A world of wonder, where life abounds,
A paradise of sights and sounds.
From the mountains high, to the oceans wide,
From the forests green, to the deserts dry.
The Earth is home, to creatures great and small,
A wonderland, for one and all.
God created this Earth so fair,
A place of wonder beyond compare.
A world of beauty, that we must protect,
For it is ours, to love and respect.
The Earth provides, a home for all,
A place of shelter, where we stand tall.
A world of plenty, where we can thrive,
A gift from heaven, to keep us alive.
So let us cherish, this world so rare,
And show our love, with utmost care.
For the Earth is great, and God's own hand,
Created her, to keep us safe and grand.
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It is hard to love someone you can never be together with, but it takes courage to support that person to find the right path to their happiness.” Christen Kuikoua.
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A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases it will never pass into nothingness, for beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. Clamour With Me In Appreciation of the black Community
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In The Darkest Hours God Is The Only Option By Christen Kuikoua
Trusting in God In the Darkest Hour is a poem By Christen Kuikoua to tell and explain of God been the Only option When We are out of other options. The poet Christen Kuikoua Got Inspired By The Song Cover Of Late Nightbirde On The Story I'll Tell.
The Hour Is Dark Indeed
It is Quite Hard to see
You know What
Lost in the Middle Of The unknown,
nowhere to go
Asking Yourself If What You are Doing In the Ruin
Will Ever Lead to somewhere Glorious
Oh, I know
This Voice in your gut trying to shut your star
Keeping you from giving glory to your creator
And You always fighting within yourself
asking am I even worth
I am, I am worth the dreams,
I am worth the sacrifice
singing the same song over and over
asking yourself questions,
What is my purpose in this life?
Asking yourself, am I just here to play the second role?
oh am I worth enough to be a lead
Guess What? I'm in your shoes too.
Believing do gets hard
Especially when options are few,
But Guess what we Have A God Above,
The Lord of Isaac And Jacob
If you just Trust Him And The Process
Guess What? You will look down through the years.
at this very moment and see his hand on it
So now Here is my advice Though
Believing get Hard When options Are few
Do testify of the battles God Fought For You
How he was your portion when there wasn't enough
Do testify of the seas that you have crossed,
The waters he God parted, the waves that you walked,
Give Thanks For The Little things
In other, to Win the Whole Battle
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Humanity is capable of such beautiful dreams and horrible nightmares, For Our World Has a lot For every Man's Dream but Not Every man's Greed - Christen Kuikoua
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What A Tragedy (Poem)
by Christen Kuikoua
OF What Importance Is Money
In a Disastrous World,
What is the point of being rich?
to live all lonely and be sad
What is the point of building a mansion?
to show Power & Wealth while your life is a misery
What is the point of having a million cars?
if you can drive one at a time
Why is the point of using social media?
counting your likes & views
why you lack personality and confidence
always in need of human approval
to know your perfect the way you are
As you ask yourself this question:
You become to question life
Why are the rich the most miserable?
Not to be rude, but it looks like a fact
Why has money taken away dignity?
Why has corruption taken away righteousness?
Has our world fallen
Or is it the fruit of ignorance?
we kill for money & betray for couple of coins
We have become judas,
for a couple of coins, betray Jesus
What education do you teach us children?
what roots are you planting in us?
The roots of corruption and trickery
I get it. You got bills to pay,
but is worth the sacrifice.
is the bills more important
than the generation you’re living behind?
if you say yes then,
my prayer for you is let your eyes be open
Because I am sick and tire
Tire of seeing children’s life destroy
due to the mistake committed by their parents
Tire because wealth has removed joy from homes
Tire because our self approval
has to come from
the likes we get on Instagram or Twitter
Tire because our new love is corruption,
Spreading rumors is now our hobbies
yeah, thats the new world we live in,
where money can buy love
What a tragedy,
humanity’s progression & over knowing
has caused some of us more pain than good
It led us to lose our senses
Oh, my soul weeps & grieve
But scream to see the new rising ray
that will shine like a million sun
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