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Details | Free verse | |

YOU ARE GOD and I HAVE TO BELIEVE

YOU ARE GOD and I HAVE TO BELIEVE My dear Father God above the heavens high ever loving and ever faithful in loving me even though, I am being sinful, stubborn, and disobedient to follow Your call and will... I am really sorry for the times I failed but I surely want to ask, how do I know if the decisions I am pursuing are Your will? How do I know that amidst deafening silence it is Your resilient but gentle voice I am hearing? It's long while now that I was taught to pray but to Your eyes, are my prayers correct? Are you really listening intently to them? Why at times You only answer me when all are black, when all my plans are disrupted, unruly and crooked? Why at times You are letting me wait, for hours, days, weeks, months and even the length of a lifetime? I humbly want to thank You for the roof o'er my head, the food I am able to eat and enjoy in every meal, the trials and tests You and I joined to pass, the steady beating of my heart telling me: I'm alive. I adore You, each breath that passes from my lungs, I want to thank You, honor You, praise and glorify You but how do I know that I am doing these alright? Is it enough that I simply attend a Church service? And there I reply amen, sing or shout Your Holy Name? Or I do better by loving sincerely other people? I, sharing in loving- kindness the blessings You abundantly are raining down in my life... Do I brush a smile or a laughter to Your cheeks when I give alms to the poor? Or more when I offer freely and wholeheartedly a hug, an embrace, an ear my time to someone who is afraid, lost, sick or sad? Or most of my deeds result to I painting often a frown on You? Or worse I pierce Your big, big heart when I don't even recognize Your goodness to me. Oh forgive me, forgive me please Father God... Scientists, religious persons and even my parents have described You to me but when O when, when will I ever have that chance to behold Your face? When will I have some minutes to hold or touch You? My heart and my spirit longs of Your gracious presence, of Your awesome essence. I am overwhelmingly blessed when in my everyday I am treated by others fairly. but-- are they the signs that will whisper: You are always with me? From the perfumed air of budding roses or ripened fruits to drumbeats of rain and prickly strikes of the sun are they the ones You want me to feel, smell, and see `cause they speak the beauty and love You have for me? I believe and love You my Almighty Father God but is this enough for me to be saved after death? My being is happy that You came and spelled freedom and into my own hands lies the crucial choice to either believe You or not. . . ___________________________________________________________ CONTEST NAME: ARE YOU THERE GOD Contest Sponsor: Silent One ~~3rd Place~~ but to God be the Highest Glory! ~~POEM OF THE DAY - October 15, 2015~~ but to God be the Highest glory! Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo 11:04 am, October 14, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain | |

Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I SURRENDER

I SURRENDER My God You read my thoughts... You know what's in my heart... You know my desires, my needs and my wants; You know what brings me happiness and sorrows; You know everything about me. More than me ever, I know you know me; There are times I wonder why I need to experience these; I wonder why You brought me to some places; I wonder why... There are times You answer me immediately.. Yet there are times I need to wait.. for a day, a month or years... I am sorry sometimes I am impatient.. I am sorry sometimes I falter. And sometimes I become depressed and anxious... yet despite all these my Father God... I am holding myself back.. I keep on reminding myself that You are bigger than anything.. That You are walking with me and carrying me through all the way... I know and I trust that in the silence.. You will speak to me; You will calm my nerves; You will understand my weakness; You will give me peace. And that you will direct me to where the best is.... I have my plans my Father God.. But.. I trust You.. I trust that Yours is better than mine.. I trust that Yours is best for me... I do not have everything my Father God.. but its okey.. Only I ask... That please give me more strength... give me more wisdom... give me more understanding... give me more patience... I thank You for everything.. I know that without You by my side.. I have been long down.. I have been all just a person without a will. a person meaningless... a person who is empty.. or at losS.. Thank You for searching me... I know a lifetime will never be enough to thank You.. Nor what I have is enough to You.. But I trust that despite these,, You will see me through.. You will still hold me through.. For I believe, You will see my heart... Thank You very much.. I know and I trust that whatever is happening now.. You are in full control. Hence, I am totally surrendering all to You. For my life is within Your hands, I surrender to You... (c)Olive Eloisa 6:04am June 04, 2014

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

It's Only Through Jesus

~It's Only Through Jesus~ (Rhyme) It's only through Jesus that we can come to that wonderful place So filled of love, and peace and supplied of eternal grace It's only through Jesus that we can come to His Father someday The Bible makes it so plain and clear and there's no other way God is the sovereign Author of everything upon the Universe,the sea and earth, He's written it all and designed it all with His own Almighty Hands God is the Master Painter of everything you see all over the sea and every land It's only through Jesus, the Perfect Lamb,that we can have salvation for eternity His love is so Grand It's only through Jesus,that you can have the precious treasure of "new birth" and be "Born Again" spiritually Just then you can understand and see the big picture, and discover, why so many things really make sense The importance of God's plan and how much He really loves us all Nothing happens by accident,He already had a plan for you and me, His love is profoundly immense Praise be the Name of our Mighty God, because He's in control of everything you can and may not see It's only through Jesus that we can have life abundantly and eternally, call Jesus! and then you'll see. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2006 March.22.2015
Authors notes: Reference Tap in to the truth - Scripture reading: John 3:16 FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD THAT HE GAVE HIS ONLY SON,THAT WHOEVER BELIEVES IN HIM SHALL NOT PERISH BUT HAVE ETERNAL LIFE. -JOHN 3:16 IN GOD I TRUST! My very favorite Psalm in the Holy Bible..Psalm 23. Psalm 23 King James Version (KJV) 1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. 2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. 3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. 4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. 5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. 6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Amen!

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

OMNIPOTENT: HE KNOWS ALL

OMNIPOTENT: HE KNOWS ALL I know today, at this time You... my son(man), may not wholly know me. but, may I ask you... Have you taken one time to close your eyes in silence, feel me in your midst... and somehow reflect why despite say: your abounding richness still, you feel lost or empty? your waterfall trials still, you find yourself standing? your ten thousand sins still, you are given another day to live? My eyes, My hands, My feet. My heart, My breathe, My mind, All of them are filled with unselfish love for You. Before... I created the world complete and beautiful for you that all you need and all you want is there within your grasp. Within your reach. No hunger. No thirst. No killing. No stealing. No pain. No disease. Nothing evil is there nor anything to cause a tear from your eyes. I created you my son as like me unto my image and likeness you are mold yet above all these, how was I to know... that with some lies of a devil you will desire to be greater than I am. but I have forgiven You and given You always chances to change, to be better and once again look unto me as Your God alone. Yet, You seem to be blind, deaf or seem to be high-pride Hence, I have come to the point of sending you, my Only Begotten Son Him, who I answered and empowered through His uttered prayers. Him, whom I asked to fully demonstrate how it is to be human and more to be God at the same time. Him, who didn't consider status, gender, race or age. Selflessly, He embraced all but overall still He wasn't accepted . Him, who begged with blood of tears that I will take away the cup from Him but later, surrendered and humbly said: MY WILL BE DONE. so even His follower who was bribed-- became a traitor. And so, He was condemned and put to death. Again, my son, I ask you to ponder on this Do you need me to every now and then be infront of you? (when I am always here knocking at Your heart's door) Will by seeing me in flesh and hearing my voice convince you? (aren't my Creations: the sun, flowers, the waters, the air tell you am around?) that I am Your God, who will never leave you nor forsake you. (aren't my spirit, your friends, family, supporter, or even a kind stranger tell you am present?) Don't you recognize every single day that I am performing miracles for you? (but sad. Sad. Sad that you don't notice them) Have I not given you a heart and a mind to know and decide? To name a few.. I am a builder. I am a teacher. I am a healer: the greatest physician. I am a fisherman. The great carpenter. The great farmer. The great gardener. Oh yes! yesterday, today and even tomorrow you will hear or you will see so much about me from anyone but have I not told you always to seek me by your heart and that apart from me you can not do more and that you need faith, hope and love to see me... As strong as the wind, as quiet as the forest As fearless as the fire, as immovable as the mountains from east to west, from north to south to the flying spell of the night, to the erupting swell of the sun even borders and beyond... I am the way, the truth and the life I am the alpha and omega I am the one and only God I am who was, who is and yet to come I am the God who knows all... I so love you my son that above all this, I gave you free will, I am leaving you the choice... to open your door for me or not. Will you let me enter, my son? _________________________________________________ 10:03 pm, March 24, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative | |

Mary Magdalene

One summer eve in Galilee
I stood before my open door;
To me it seemed just one more night--
Like all the others gone before.
Someone would come and, passing by,
Would hear the tinkling of the bells,
Would see the garish harlot's robe
And painted eyes beneath my veil.
Someone, a man like all the rest--
It did not matter much to me--
A nobleman, Samaritan,
A Roman or a Pharisee,
Someone would pause and with one glance
Strip me again of maiden pride,
And leaving, later, never know
The shame and shattered dreams I hide.
O, he would think me very gay;
He would not see my hollow heart
Nor hear me curse him for his pay.
T was then I saw a band of men
Approaching down the narrow road;
There should be one among that crowd
Who wants the favors I bestow.
Kind eyes met mine, and with one look,
He saw what others could not see;
He saw the hunger of my soul,
My loneliness and misery.

I only know that since that day
I live to walk along with Him.
His look of love has changed my life;
I need not sell my love again.
Tonight He sups at Simon's house__
All day the dusty paths we roamed;
But, still he waits, unwashed, unkissed;
Small courtesies no one has shown.
My love for Him! It rolls and swells
Till from His side I cannot stay;
I'll wash His feet with tears of love
And with my hair wipe them away.

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Acrostic | |

Faith Is A Powerful Thing


Faithful days and restful nights, he lived through storm and drought.   
A promise fulfilled, the Lord gave him love and salvation. 
I watched him each day pray, worship and serve others devout, 
Taking the hand of Jesus, he walked in light of redemption.
Happily, he would share God’s love with all who would listen.
In dark of midnight hour, he felt the warmth of a rising sun.
Standing at his heart’s door, the light of the Lord’s love glistened,
And turning the knob, a gift to give, his battle had been won.
Problems soon came, illness threatened, from the Lord, away he turned.
Often he would raise his fists, shouting in blame with trembling rage.  
Where light once glowed bright from within, now his anger burned, 
Echoing thoughts of his loss, his weak body on fallen stage.   
Restless were his nights and bitter the endless days of grief.
Forgiveness would take a miracle, so I prayed for a new start.
Unwavering was my diligence, I knew his earthly days were brief. 
Like lightning to the tallest tree, the greatest love at last pierced his heart.  
To the cross, he was carried where Jesus paid the ultimate price.
He surrendered, remembering he was never forsaken.
I felt the peace with his last breath and steadfast love suffice.
Never to be burdened by this world’s sickness, sorrow and sin.  
Given gift of heavenly light, one day I’ll see him again.


For Mystic Rose's Faith Is A Powerful Thing Contest, 1/10/15

*a work of fiction, but the faith and feelings are true. 

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad | |

The Accolade

 Fighting mid the strong and bold,
His eye and blade were keen;
Marching like a thund'ring storm
On foes of Faith, his queen.

Now returned in victory
Upon his mighty bay,
Set he off to Langley Tow'r
Her summons to obey.

"John the Squire," the footman called,
And held the oaken door;
Faith, it seemed, had gleaming eyes
Like never once before.

"John! 'tis good to see thee hale,"
The queen exclaimed, and rose:
Tales have sped to Langley's gates
Of many broken bows."

"God has saved me whole and well,
By prayers, I ween, of thee;
Tell me please, my lady Queen
What service I may be."

Saying thus, the squire bowed
And doffed his burnished helm;
Struck in awe by Faith, his love,
The queen of Arthur's realm.

"Gilbert saith," rehearsed the queen,
"That deeds of thee are done
Greater yet than those of Wat 
Or even Henry's son."

Tears bedecked her youthful face,
And glistened in the light;
John the Squire, as she had hoped,
Had done her favour right.

"Nay!" the humble squire cried,
"This word is not so true!
How could I, the meanest squire,
Perform the deeds they do?"

"Hush!" It was a firm command;
"I'll hear these lies no more; 
Kneel before me, Squire John,
A knight shall leave the door."

Down before the queen he knelt,
He pledged his knighthood true;
Swore her ev'ry small command
With cheerful heart to do.

From his side she drew his sword,
She struck the accolade;
"Thus the greatest knight," she said,
"Is from a squire made."

From her hand the sword did fall,
It clashed upon a stone:
"John, if battle claimed thy life,
How could I be alone?"

"God has prospered all my ways;
My Queen, I praythee, cease!
Soon these wars shall claim our foes,
And Britain be in peace."

Faith remained there by her throne,
With light upon her hair;
Not one maid of Camelot
Was even half so fair.

"God be with thee evermore,"
She bravely said at last;
"Guard and keep thee from the foe
Until the very last."

John the Knight farewell did bid,
And swiftly rode away:
When the wars were hammered out,
He'd be a king in May.


  For the Famous Art contest. Inspired by the painting "The Accolade" -1901 by Edmund Blair Leighton. 

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

The Christian I am not

I have been a Christian  for many years,
Hiding behind the mad poet has drenched me with tears
For I am a sinner the chief of them all
Writing poetry that has made me feel appalled

I have coveted, lied, hated and stole
Indulged in adultery with an innocent sole
I have broken my family, and now live in separate homes
While writing perversions of my conquests in poems 

The thing that worries me, is that I feel nothing at all
This is what scares Sidney. C  Hall
I see the ten commandments almost all broken
Save for killing  no words of remorse that are spoken

Am I destined to a life burning  in hell?
As part of the masses with speeches that make heads swell
Denying God and not seeking his Grace
Awaiting the day to say “I have no excuse,” to his face

Or believing a lie that there is no forgiveness
And just going along my ungodly business
Ladies and Gentleman my soul is in turmoil
Sin runs through my veins causing my blood to boil

I say to myself Sid you need to change,
Then the next minute something take me out of range
But I feel nothing, so how can this scare me
If I feel nothing , why is fear in hell, I see

Could this be God preparing my final years
I hope and pray soaked in tears

Copyright © Sidney Hall Mad Poet | Year Posted 2011

Details | ABC | |

There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,
Amen!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
 
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

THE ONLY KING OF MY LIFE

He is the only King who touched my soul.
In his arms, I found my self as whole.
He pulls me up when I was down.
He saves my soul in flaming lawn.

Through His Father, the Sovereign God.
He was sent to Earth with all His love.
By the womb of a woman with faith and trust,
A child was born ,brought a message from God.

He is the light that shines my way.
The inspiration to face every battle.
He is the strength when I am weak.
He is the closest friend I used to speak.

Whenever rain pour down from the sky.
I always thank God for sending a cry.
I used to remember the love that's divine.
For giving us His only begotten son, Jesus.



** 3rd Place Winner in Debbie Guzzi's Contest:Jesus & Mary for Easter **

Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain | |

The little soldier boy

His daddy is fighting in Iraq.
His mommy is fighting tears.
His brother is fighting death.
He is fighting his desolation and fears.

Friends are but a dream
and companions are an illusion.
School is a concentration camp,
but he stands, though alone, in the midst of confusion.

His training school is loneliness.
His milestones are fears, thrust in lies.
His only weapon is faith
and his bullets are soft "hallelujah" cries.

Strength left his fragile body
and he lost the fight in life so coy,
yet on his knees he conquered agony
and I call him the little soldier boy.

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

A Stranger After Dark

I was sitting on the back porch ‘bout an hour after dark When I couldn’t help but notice a tiny pulsing spark. I thought it was a firefly – It had that kind of glow But I’d never seen the likes of it – what it was I didn’t know It flittered to and fro just like a firefly does I went into the backyard to determine what it was. Just as I approached the place I thought that it might be It flew right up and landed very close to me. Soon I realized it was no ordinary find. What happened next you won’t believe – it nearly blew my mind. A Lilliputian creature stepped from this tiny craft Right then and there I was aware of questions I should ask. He must have been aware of the fear he’d caused in me. I could see my hands were shakin’ -- never thought I’d be set free. His tiny voice became quite clear and in a most convincing tone He said, “My friend, be not afraid – I‘m here all alone.” He appeared to be confused a bit and why, I’ll never know But the fear that he had fostered was about to let me go. He began to tell his story; I let out a sigh I knew I’d better listen to this little guy. Now, he was small in stature; ‘bout a half inch, nothin’ more – Why, I believe that he could pass through the space beneath the door. . He then began to tell me – It must sound like a dream. He was here because of some wayward sunbeam. “I race Haley’s comet to the far side of the sun.” He said, “The race is always over before it has begun. There is a reason for these victories, you see My good ship Omnipresence, right here in front of me.” “Time and space,” He said. “Are always at my command. I can do more things with them than man can understand.” He said, “I spin the rings of Saturn, create firmament at will I flew a mission of atonement to a very special hill.” I asked, “Do you know Jesus? He died upon that hill.” He said, “When all things are settled, everybody will. I led three wise men to him that cold and wintry night The shepherds were there to witness a miraculous sight So you ask do I know Jesus? -- it fills me with such mirth -- This very craft was hidden there at the moment of His birth. I was there to hear the angels when they sang out on high. Yes, I’d say I know Jesus, That’s why I’ll never die.” Written By John Posey 12/18/12

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2012

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Exposing the Soul

The fallen sons slipped off Creation’s lens.
To taste the sting from our own tree and fruit.
Their giants quarried till no place to stand.
Before these day’s deceiving shades of gray,
The prophet’s shutters opened wide to write.
Foretold of hate in focus driving nails.
Our Pilate’s wash in Silver Halide’s bowl.
For only one Son’s blood can fill the baths,
His saving grace developing the soul.
And now reflecting every color’s hue,
Presented flawless under Father’s sight.
This world to turn and from you it will take.
Endure this to the end and ride the light.

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Contest: Black and white film photography
Sponsor: Giorgio A. V.
Entrant: Rob Carmack
Form: Iambic Pentameter
03.15.15

Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku | |

Values At Top Rate








               
                       --Your Persona, Captures Elegance,
                           Your Heart, Values At Top Rate,
                          Your Soul, Priceless, GODS LOve--

Copyright © Carma Reed | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku | |

Gratitude

The Lord is good
	His kindness endures forever
	And His faithfulness, to all generations

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Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku | |

Deep Understanding

Learn to Listen
	We must have Wisdom or Understanding
	Must have Patience and Tolerance

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Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

A star has fallen

A star has fallen
a brush of light
that painted
a little corner deep
in the firmament
before it turns 
into dark.

A dream that vanished
before it even became
a glisten of wish
a bud that withered away
before I study it

or it was just a breath
which sacrificed itself
for other breaths
and shone like a Sun
before it unites itself
with the Infinite Being
the 'Ancient of Days'.

Copyright © Vassilis Comporozos | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

The Potters Hand

In the beginning it was dust
being tossed around in the wind with no direction
wandering for a home that could not be found alone
laid out on hot pavement dried out and seeking
then the rain fell upon, mending together to form clay
bringing forth a new life form
from which by itself was alone and dead
water shall be made available to all
which shall give the texture to work with 
few will absorb into a ready substance
seeking to be like the lamp stand which set the example 
washing away the stones which caused it to separate
 the Potter shall embrace with guidance
pouring the perfect mixture on a solid foundation
for this new creation to be molded 
for all has been brought forth to press on
 Just as  clay while being formed into his creation
will fall and try to go on its own 
for it has no support within itself
and has to be known it can not do it alone
but he watches closely and with his hands 
he continues to mold and patch all things right
for he knows its path and direction
for only by staying in the center of his hands
shall it be raised up into a finished product
set up to be baked by the fire to purify
which then can be filled with overflowing water 

Copyright © Stephan McBride | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

A New How

If you could relive an ancient day, which day, which day, which day would you say?
First kiss, first date 
Or undo a mistake?
.
Watch your child be birthed again 
Go back and unhurt a wounded friend?
Unsay a word?
Unbreak a heart?
Undrink that first drink?
Unscar that first scar?
.
Or would you go to another place
Feel your dad's hands
See your mom's face?
Laugh with your sisters
Let little brother win that foot race
.
Maybe pet that dog just one more time 
Hear grandma recite that old nursery rhyme
Maybe take up for the kid that got picked on
Or hear again for the first time your favorite old song
.
Or tell your kids you loved them again and again
No matter what they'd just done or how late they had been
But you can't go in reverse to relive any day
What you would have done
Or what you would say
.
But you can say now what you wouldn't before 
You can be someone new open up a new door
You can make a difference in your here and now
You can't be a new when but can be a new how

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2015

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God of Light

God of Light

I awaken 
In the dark of night,
And face my lord
The God of Light

Who guides me 
Thru the haze of pain,
And takes on him
My guilt and shame

My comfort 
As he takes my hand,
And shows me
How to rise and stand

Sinless, blameless
Once again,
Because He chose 
To call me friend

A wretched man
Though I may be,
He offers fellowship
To me

I lay no claim
To being just,
He gives me grace
In trade for trust

Impossible 
For any man,
Without the mercy
Of “I Am”

The song of God 
Is in my ear,
Calming each
And every fear

He sings 
His weary child to sleep
This loving shepherd
To his sheep

Protected from
All earthly harm
As I slumber 
In his arms

No longer frightened
By the night
My father
Is the God of Light

Copyright © Brian Wallace | Year Posted 2013

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Meaning of Life

Others, and my children, wanted to understand the meaning of life.
As I’d recently had surgery number 7, yes, gone under the knife.
It’s simple, you see… And it’s not so very hard to believe… 
I once met God and understand, what for some, is hard to perceive.

That while we’re here, Love is what everything is all, totally, about.
We get… so very lost in the every day and the mundane, no doubt.
When almost gone, the love of friends, family, and life is like the sun. 
When God asks what you’ve done, as you see the harm you’ve won.

You’ll cringe at those things, not left behind, but what you have done.
You’ll wish you’d stopped, helped lighten, others lifes, along life’s run.
So I’ve decided to make life brighter, if only with a little written fun.
I’ve helped strangers as I can, time and again… while life did run.

And yes there’s always someone we’ve hurt, and left behind in the dirt.
But we must try, and then must ask forgiveness for their, terrible hurt.
We can’t always see, how we hurt others, you see, we live under a veil.
That deadens the sight of what we have done to other’s lives, so all fail.

But we also… have been given the time and chance to do some right.
A kind word, a little help, to change the world, make it, more bright.
The miracles you see, are from others, that want the world, to be…
As God wants, full of love and full of, way more, abundant, good deeds.

We must try to make others smile, if only for a small, brief, little while.
Yes, we must try to make our life better, so to help others, some how.
And we must bow down and give thanks for our own, special, little lives.
For some, their mission is to help others, with them, to begin to thrive.

For some it is more, but with all, a simple spark of hope, takes them far.
Be God’s hand, even in small simple ways, give hope, along the way…

Written 9-21-2015



Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2015

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Beautiful day

Oh how  beautiful the day you  gave to me
 
A new and bright glorious day your mercy is new and your love is fresh
 
Lord I desire your ways and  your rest to see your hand touch my life
 
Is great and peaceful and keeps me right
 
 
 
I stand  and look inside my soul
 
The way you make things unfold
 
The little things Lord they make me new
 
The touch of the wind gives me life from  you.
 
 
The flowers and  there fragrance are lifting me up
 
I love you Lord your precious to me even though I fail and wander you take me in and make me humble
 
Your  ways are glorious why can't the world see the light you  give inside me take my hand Lord help me be
 
The woman you made when you set me free.
 
 
 
Written by:©Betty Bolden
 
9-6-04
 
All poems are copyright!©

Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013

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Lord, I've Been Hurting

		
	
Lord., I've Been Hurting!

This one thing I am
 most certain…
Lately I’ve been really hurtin’.

I trying to do right, but it 
turns out “wrong.”
Where, in life,
do I really belong?

So many people
 pass me by.
Sometimes, someone
may say;  “hi!”

I don’t know if this message is
 getting across?
I feel so confused and 
completely lost.

A message of “help” has my
 prayer and plea…
For God to reach out to me!

He reached down and
made me whole!
HIS love and compassion
 filled my soul!

Spending time with Jesus
 is time well spent!
It was for you and me that 
Jesus was sent!

By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

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How I Need Jesus


Dear Jesus…  I realize
how much I really need you!
  I want to honor, 
love and trust you!

I  know that others will
disappoint me…
I know that you’re here….  
And will take care of me!

  Your principles of holy
living is what you taught!
Love, Joy and peace…
is what you brought!

 May I bring honor 
 to your name!
Your message of salvation,
I need to proclaim!

Dear Jesus…  You’re all I need!
 And so much more!
It’s you that my life 
was meant for!

 I offer to you, my lord, 
praise and thanksgiving!
For all you’ve done,
 And the life you’re giving!

You all I’ll ever need!  
The anointed one!
There’s victory in YOU!
Life’s battles are won!

By Jim Pemberton    

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

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Propagate it


Reverence?
Eternal God, Mother Mary, Father Christ
Measured 
How lovingly you respond to Eternal God

People say they pay reverence, Eternal God 
Father Christ, Mother Mary
Really?
It is written

Written what? 
“Peace in Christ”
Incomplete
Where is “Father” Christ?

Don't have any clue
Talking about
Hypocrite, harsh word
People harsh to Father Christ


Fact that He is the Highest Priest
Why copy?
Copy “For the righteous”
He is Eternal God, “Father” Christ, Mother Mary

People boast, brag 
Reverence to Father Christ
Believe in Him
Yet, no “Father” Christ

He’s hurting
Help me propagate
We’ll run over Church
Nothing is written

About reverence
No one knows
Except us
He wants us to propagate it

5042013

Let’s do it Father Piers! Let’s go?

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013

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How Wonderful You Are

~How Wonderful You Are~ 
(Free Verse) 


How truly wonderful and awesome you are to all of us God 
You shower us with all your blessings and your glowing Grace 
As days and years of our life rushes by quicker than any flashing light 
I'm just looking forward till I get to see your divine and sweet face 

Everything around me just shows me that you truly live here with us 
You've written it and designed it all with your own Almighty Hands 
You are in my heart and my soul and always will be here close to me 
I can see You walking right beside me all the time in my mind's eyes 

How wonderful You are to us all my sweet and wonderful Lord and King 
The whole world sings You songs and praises of worship and glory 
You created us in your own image and made everything for us good and pure 
But man disobeyed and sinned and brought in evil and death in everything 

As God saw this happened and sin corrupting inside every single man immortal's soul 
He sent down His only Son Jesus to die for us upon the cross and make us whole. 



Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2015 


June.14.2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015