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Religious ABC Poems | ABC Poems About Religious

These Religious ABC poems are examples of ABC poems about Religious. These are the best examples of Religious ABC poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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A healthy Kenyan Ego Poem

A huge ego breaks off love’s embrace,
A tiny ego slips off love’s embrace,
No ego, no embrace of love!

A selfless ego suffocates from love’s embrace,
A selfish ego wards off love’s embrace,
No ego, no embrace of love!

A super-visual ego overshadows love’s embrace,
A deep-seated ego is colonized by love’s embrace,
No ego, no embrace of love!

A healthy ego humbly looks above,
A healthy ego can lead and also serve...

Its nerves know not pressured blood,
But developing it is almost hard!


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Guide my Ride

A little Prayer that I wrote.

Guide my Ride.

Dear Almighty in Heaven above 
Please place your Hands on my 
Shoulders and hold on to them 
Strong,

Please keep the Sanity in my Mind , 
Guide my Ride, and prevent me from 
Driving faster then my Angel can Fly,

And for Our fallen Angels who Ride in 
the Sky, may You keep Guiding their 
Rides in to Your Light away from the 
Evil that leads to the Dark Side.

AMEN.

By : Shawn Muñoz


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Somebody Asked Who Was I In Christ:

Somebody Asked Me "What Are You In Christ?",
And I Let Them Know That 
I Am A Hand-Clappin', Foot Stompin'
Saved, Sanctified, Baptized
Holy-Ghost Filled, Tongue Talkin'
Strong, Humble, Faithful, Word Readin'
Powerful, Demon Slayin', Planet Shakin'
Satan Defeatin', Strong, Faith Havin',
Prophecyin', Young Women of God!
Somebody Asked Me "What Are You In Christ?"


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He is always there

IN THE DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT 
YOU CAME TO ME AS A SHINING LIGHT
YOU TEACH ME THE WAY 
YOU TAUGHT ME TO PRAY

YOU SAID THAT WE WILL BE IN HEAVEN TOGETHER
YOU SAID THAT YOU WILL LOVE ME ALWAYS AND FOREVER
YOU HELD YOUR HANDS OUT TO ME 
AND SAID THAT I MUST BE WHO I WANT TO BE 

YOU HELD ME TIGHT
AND SAID THAT YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE ME WITHOUT A FIGHT
YOU LEARNED ME TO DO THE RIGHT
NOT THE WRONG
AND FOR YOU MY LORD I WILL SING ANY SONG

I WILL PRAISE YOUR NAME 
BECAUSE YOU ALWAYS STAY THE SAME 
YOU LOVE US THE WAY WE ARE 
AND YOU ARE NEVER FAR


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Faith

The pace of belief,
Just tapped
whenever,
Counsels towards
focus,
But from the heart's
rut.

Lived over the
hills,
Now in the lamb's
court,
Justice to write
home about,
And no more
upstates.

Holds firm -
ransacked,
Canon of salvation,
And pasture of the
word,
That is why God
exists...


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Devil's Miners - To The Messiah




If i could, I’d veil the earth
And keep it far without your view,
I’d wrap its bulk and hide its shape.
But that would be a waste of time.
Your eyes are those that see the depths
Of  the  deepest  bluest  seas.
I look around and feel so grieved
By what I see on mother Earth.
Are these the beings you meant to save?
Their steps have left the golden path.

The congregation you so loved,
Has had indeed a twisted turn:
I see an alter, two men then,
And then I see a priest clad in white,
Hands stretched out in your name,
For man and man to live as one:
Blasphemy is their heritage
From Pharisees of long ago.
They’ve sold the rod you gave to them
To guide your sheep to fields of green,
And took instead their fill of gold,
To get themselves more robes and gems.
Are these the ones you left to lead?
Their every deed profanes your name!

The fragile brand you took from man
Prattles much about her place.
They top their men and bring discord.
The rules you gave on modesty,
Are just as right as purple skies.
The sacredness of two as one
Is all around the busy streets,
And everyone can get a piece,
Except, of course, their purse be dry.
Our consciences are in our bags,
We know no boundaries in our minds.
I see a door, I see ten bolts,
That veil landlords like refugees
From those to whom all wealth belongs.
The touch of gold, so smooth and good,
Has bought the consciences of men,
And turned us all into miners,
Miners on the devil’s mine!


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Sierra Leone - A long way gone book by Ishmael Baeh

South province where Mattru jong is located!
    
Intriguing issues as a young boy!
    
Escaped from drugs and the war!
   
Rebels – They don’t agree with the government and think    everyone is the enemy!
     
Ready to start over!
    
A lhaji close friend of Ishmael!
    
Lonely waking around by himself at the age of 12!
   
Evaluated but never understood!
  
One world with terrible memories!
    

Never being able to let go of  memories! 
           

Elated  at being with his uncle!


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I AM Loved BY God

  
I AM Loved By God
Because Every prayer I have ever wanted 
Has come true 
So I owe God A Big Thanks
I have so much in my life 
I feel  happy just to know 
I AM Loved By God
Everyday 


Michele Lee Moyer


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Lord Can You Hear Me

Lord, life's been crazy lately 
Long and bumpy roads 
And I been on this path so long 
I don't know where it goes 
I know I promise very often 
If you help me I'll be good 
But the devils lives here deeply,Lord 
He's strong in every Hood 
I'm on my knees and praying 
Cause I can't go on like this 
I've escaped death so many times 
I'm scared the next won't miss 
See I really didn't care before 
And now I'm not alone 
I wanna know my kids are safe 
Before you call me home 
You took away my sins one time 
Help me Lord again 
I'll be your servant right now Lord 
In your name I pray AMEN


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Most Prodigal

It’s been long since I knocked your door.
Too long I dread to trace your steps
For fear I’d sure misplace my tread.
But now it’s cold, I have no choice,
Your door conceals the warmth of home.
I do return, most prodigal,
To your way of peace that I shunned.
The ways of Gog are wild,
Vile are the sons of Maggog.
I try my best to keep me clean,
Tho’ filth invades my vocal cords
And wicked thoughts impede my mind.
I try not to, but what can I,
Mortal man with a fragile heart
Prone to melt ‘fore Satan’s flames
And breed desires of the flesh?
No favours do I reclaim,
For foolishness itself grew
Where wisdom’s bones laid buried.
Now I’m weary, frosty and cold,
And with feet gullied, I trudge, ashamed,
Wishing to find your door,
And hoping too that in your love,
From your undeserved mercies I’d gain. 


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