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Religion Ballad Poems | Ballad Poems About Religion

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Being free

Being Free.

Don’t need no piles of money,
Ain’t got no strong desires.
My hormones don’t control me,
And cause too many fires.
I’ve got family around me
And we like to share a joke.
Sometimes I like a drink or two
And have a little smoke.

Ain’t got no strong religion,
I don’t have no beliefs.
But I’ve got a rich philosophy,
And I float just like a leaf,
On the river as I flow along
Being endlessly.
Merging with the breath of life
And all its mystery

I don’t need other people
Though they’re welcome to my show.
Maybe we’ll have a bonding,
And we’ll all start to flow.
I’ll give folk my compassion
And I’ll love them, if I can
That’s just who I am today?
I’m just that kind of man.


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Detoured Dreams

I always thought of heaven,
as a warm, New England Fall day. 
The leaves were shining brighter
than the street post lamps at midnight. 
I’m cruising along the highway. 

Passing scenic pastures, tiny plazas and singing-
perhaps we are all just standing
on the great shoulders
of the men and women who were before us?
Everything that was -is 
fortunately apart of today.  

And I write-
because it relieves my pain. 
I create
because it’s nice to remember how to love.
Am I therefore less worthy, 
if I one day choose to make money, 
off my lovely creations?

What if Hitler had become an artist? 
Legend has it at one time, 
that’s what he wanted out of life.

What if Hitler had become an artist? 
What if someone had embraced this passion, this skill?
He could have sipped wine, 
painted on blank canvases,
and basketed in reflection of the moon.

He could have
Made love, 
and wrote songs, 
and Praised God, 
for the fortune of being able to dream. 
 
Instead, 
He abandoned his love for creation,
His love of art, 
praised only the devil
and became crazed with hate,  
millions were slaughtered, 
millions had to pay the price.
How tragic can life be?  

But now, 
I’m Passing through scenic pastures, tiny plazas and singing-
perhaps we are all just standing
on the great shoulders
of the men and women who were before us? 
Everything that was -is 
unfortunately apart of today.  

we never know just how much
shutting down one little, tiny, persons dream
can effect so many other people’s dreams.
and the generations to come. 

What if Hitler had become an artist? 
 would it have spared us some?


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Martyr for the Unorthodox word

If I had over 10,000 dreams You'd be the only thing my mind could see Judgment couldn't be real Succumbing to the fear of this cold life Find a way to break through The self-destruction of wordly delusions Don't tell me I've lived so long in a lovely illusion Break me down until we find a Nirvanic state Then bring me a savior from transgressions An atoning sacrifice Send down to me a messenger for me to submit to Bring me the truth to break through The delusion Bring me the messenger to explain it all And let me leave behind Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word


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Precious Promises

Fear not, for I have redeemed you.
I have called you by your name.
To demonstrate my glory;
To my majesty bring fame.
When you pass through the waters,
I’ll be by your side;
No river will over flow you,
For my hand is on the tide.

Fear not my child, 
For you are my own.
When you walk through the fire,
No burn or scorch will be shown.
I have redeemed you;
Let the whole world know.
I will always be with you,
Wherever you walk below.

I am the Lord your God;
Your Savior who cares;
Watches over you daily;
Takes care of your trials and fears.
Claim my precious promises;
Believe what I say.
Faith is the essence;
Love, leading to obedience, is my pathway.

I seek the lost who are troubled,
And ask you to go;
Tell them of your Savior;
Not one soul forego.
Tell them they have a Savior;
Who wants them to be redeemed.
They need not fear the circumstances,
Where my promises are esteemed.

Featured in my book No. 2, "Poetry To Touch the Heart & Soul"
Copyright © 2009-2011 Maureen LeFanue
www.godsgreetings.org


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The News: Lack of Love

The News: Lack of Love

We couldn’t read the news, nor decode a word
Nor the cries and prayers among the relics of hearts
I didn’t understand why freedom couldn’t taste Albanian
I couldn’t believe that we started hurting animals

And I committed suicide because I believed, wanted to breath
Me, or…repeatedly my shadow, or someone else
Those, I gave a hand and received poison and bullets; rusty words and iron
We were killing; bloody hands remained above the hell of love

Letters and verses torture unstoppable dormant conscience
The kind of people who soaked homeland, faith and soul of forefathers
Bloody infant of tears that don’t dry squirms yet today
And we remain orphans of love on the roads of the world

I don’t want to believe in animalistic nation that suffers from misdemeanor offenses
And, I don’t know why I hang myself through the pathetic hope of remake
What kind of damnation sucks the tired pieces of motherland cells?!
On behalf of who would be said my self-hanging, if there still exists tomorrow!

Pause of self-hanging through the national romanticism is like a homeland without love
Man, only fragile fiction of broken dream as ancient mosaic,
Oh, I need a pause to inhale tobacco smoke,
To not believe that we are hurting animals, oh my Lord...!


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Christian Cross

Head hung low, I walk the street-
Timid to feel the hangman's loss-
Every step on my blistered feet-
Takes me closer to, the Christian cross-
With every second, my soul does exhaust-
Heat-ridden cheeks from tears I cry-
Hide my eyes my shame is discreet-
Explain to me God, why must I die?

You say the hunger game I did cheat-
I see on that hangman's rope your hands across-
How close I was to starvation beat-
Why must  I die for naught but sauce-
On bread instead of my usual moss-
I hope you see my little child cry-
Although to you unjust is a treat-
Hold him God on the day he will die-

With my head hung low, I walk the street-
My family will feel the hangman;s loss-
No more will I walk upon these blistered feet-
Family go, live your life by the Christian Cross-
For my soul is tired, don't let your life exhaust-
My dear sweet loved ones there is no need to cry-
No more reason for you to stand all so discreet-
I am happy at last, on the day that I die-

I will live the rest of my life upon a Christian's Cross-
These murderers relax themselves on their own lie-
In a few short moments I won't feel anymore loss-
I will lift up my head and all so proudly I will die-


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The Miracle

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails
Place the ghostly steps
Below the battered rails

Invite those crazy strangers
Dressed in stranger clothes
Join the mighty miracle 
Ready to unfold

Building a stairway 
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles 

Leave this evil town
Where scorpions share your bed
Guilty snakes make a home
Deep inside your head

The bleeding sun
Burns your feet
Hangmen joke
Beggars weep

Buried bodies
Cry for help
Undertakers
Steal your wealth

Building a stairway 
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles 

We’re laughing and      					
We’re dancing				 	
In the desert				
Dancing in the desert			
Of our lives				

Can’t you see?
We’re dancing in the desert
Dancing in the desert 
Of our lives

Feel so free				
Dancing in the desert				
Dancing in the desert 			 		
Of our lives				

Free….so free
In the desert
Dancing in the desert
Of our lives

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails


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The Lottery

I have won the lottery
Though the numbers are not drawn.
I'm promised that it's foolproof,
So my waiting won't be long.

I have my winning ticket
Mounted to the wall.
Each day I bow down to it
Praying for the draw.

These numbers are quite special.
A wise man told me so.
He said he got the numbers
From another long ago.

You've got your set of numbers,
But they are not like mine. 
I'd say that's rather foolish
Because my numbers are divine. 

There can only be one winner
And mine is guaranteed.
You'd better change your numbers,
So you can be as smart as me.


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Fellow in the Meadow

Walked alone through the darkened meadow
I could feel the chill air sweeping the hills
Then I came amongst a shadowy fellow
And somber eyes, flames in now drills
I stood there frozen, thoughts locked, spills
I cried up for mercy, fears hoped will ease
All my hope for running his hard hand kills
Begging him for mercy, please God please

So I stood there frozen alone in the meadow
No longer the chill i felt sweep the hills
Where could he have gone, this dark fellow
Gratitude toward God my heart now fills
For all my locked up thoughts now spills
i cried on up for mercy, fears all now ease
All of my dread for dying, his mercy kills
Begging him for mercy, please God please

I turned around to walk alone the meadow
And along up ahead on the highest of hills
I remember watching as i saw that fellow
Grow some wings and light my soul fills
I remember the sound, the riveting chills
I saw a true Angel, all of my fears did ease
Now the absence of that loving angel kills
Begging him for mercy, please God please

I long for your souls to see that it still fills
Me up with love, all fears are past ease
I hope you sit there on those same hills
Begging for his mercy, please God please


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Receiving The Lord And Sharing His Word 1

I lovingly proclaim I am a Christian,
This does not mean I am any more good,
Than anyone else who I may meet or greet,
Rather it means I know I've been fooled,

I've been fooled into thinking that I,
Had all the answers and knew the way,
When I had not a clue about the road,
And how I arrived there that day,

For the world came crushing down,
Leaving me with a soul full of hurt,
And just when I felt there was no hope,
I was given a precious copy of the word,

And in that prison I lingered so long,
That I read the Word and slowly grew,
I found great promises and stories told,
And slowly absorbed all that I could,

And through this personal trial,
I found myself convicted of the truth,
And as I continued to study the Word,
I felt the spirit overtake this fool,

I was blind but now could see,
The blessed gift I received,
Placed me at the feet of my master,
Knowing that the least of men was me,

I found just how very much I was loved,
By first believing and opening the door,
Opening with a heart fully convicted,
The Holy Spirit filled me to the core,

But my trials did not end there,
I had to learn to turn the other cheek,
I had to care for the hopeless,
And learn the lessons of the meek,

But from seasoning by fire,
Came a man humble who now knows,
That this true disciple inspired,
Would hold faith which always grows,


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