Greeting Card Maker | Poem Art Generator

Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.



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When Jesus Comes
When Jesus Comes When His steps descend among the stars, When Jesus walks upon the earth within us that struggles, seas of raging darkness lose their fury between the edges. His arrival brings silence upon the inner storms, a peace that settles softly, like white flakes in the azure horizon, when Jesus steps, piercing pains become precious stones. The zephyr of long vigil nights breathes, When the Savior walks among us, the dizziness of the restless soul is calmed in waves of solace, that cradle thoughts like leaves slumbering under the moon, and we encounter grace, as a splendorous garment worn, when He chooses His step in our unfinished dream. And choirs of silent years are heard in the twinkling of open eyes, When Jesus descends into the depths of the struggling being, in our hearts, where darkness was, a new torch is lit, in the breast that once groaned under weight, a hymn is woven, and the Soul of the Earth hears comfort flourishing, when Jesus, in mystery, lifts the eased cross high.
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