Alliteration Jesus Poems | Alliteration Poems About Jesus
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In anyone’s discussion
You might hear about a mission
That came to pass because of Gods decision
And through Gods permission
One comes to the realization
That Jesus is the reason
For this spectacular season
So let us all not waste the opportunity
To serve and celebrate in unity
And fulfill our destiny
We can be like the celebrity
Known in every society
Aspiring to be Gods major priority
Like Jesus the reason for this season
Why?! Sometimes I ask why. I mean why?
Does the good die young, I mean why?
Does the world make it so hard for single mothers to feed their kids but have enough
money for inmates, I mean why?
Do we constanlty see history repeat itself when we have already learned it, I mean why?
Do we fear and cant trust the police, I mean why?
Do we attack and hurt the people that love us but love the people that attack and hurt us, I mean why?
Do we have a generation that believes love is unsearchable. Where hate is leaned on more. Where happienes is rare.
And where lust is a no brainer, I mean why?
Do kids know every song lyric, but doesnt know a bible scripture besides the one tatted on their arms, I mean why?
Do I have people in my life that are their for no reason, I mean why?
Do I have a pinch of believers but a handful of doubters, I mean why?
Did I have so much pain growing up, I mean why?
Do now I have enemies that use to be my friends, I mean why?!
Do things never go my way in my life, I mean why?
But Gods plans are unsearchable. So he only knows, Why.
The Great “I AM” that could not stand
Yet held the fate of man in hand.
Jehovah Jireh laid to rest
Upon the milk of Mary’s breast.
The Prince of Peace of priests despised
Would heal the lame and open eyes.
Infant, holy radiant infant
When God became a babe.
Through Christ, a way to God had come
And hope’s foundation laid.
Who scarce can ascertain the depth
And wonder of His birth.
When Jehovah came to earth.
Icon lovers -
strung from peeling pillars
cast cold as corner cobwebs
on strands of polished pews.
Churchyards cut quiet
gates rust bible black
billboards bounce doubts
at decks of dancing buses.
'HAVE GOOD FAITH YOU MAY NEED GOD TOMORROW'
Printed bold on rippled red
behind dark's drizzled glass
never read to be remembered
the bestseller serves so many.
But silver plated sermons
pour truth as plaster ash
on painted bones of Christ
psalms sung in Sunday best.
For all the stonewall echoes
never moved one moments fate
to fill the poorest mouths
of them forever praying!.
Flames roared through the nights sky.
A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames.
The heat warmed the mortals below.
They believed that this was a great night.
The sky emulated a beautiful red color.
The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue.
They believed that they were all safe.
They were not nearly as safe.
They were witnessing Armageddon.
The war between good and evil.
For no one is safe until judgment day.
That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue.
The birds will sing a tune.
The flowers will bloom.
That will be the day.
The day when we will all be ok.
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