The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark
The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark.
Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013
She is the muse to her own sorrow;
She is the digger of her grave.
She is the painter of her ocean view
and every fatal wave.
She is the shadow of her Father;
She is the darkness in your sight.
She is the night without the stars
surrounding pale moonlight.
She is the music with no words;
She is sweet love without the reason.
She is your dreamer with submission
cold by warmth with every season.
She is your pet with cold intentions;
She is your baby scared and shaken.
She is the bold and pure- the lost and found,
She is a soul awakened.
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2013
My heart is amazed by His boundless compassion
My heart is in awe of the love of the Lord
The hand of His mercy endureth forever
What riches of kindness in heaven are stored!
My heart is amazed at the sight of creation
My heart is in awe of the works of the King
The fountains and river, the depth of the ocean,
The rock and the trees of His greatness shall sing!
My heart is amazed on the height of the mountain
My heart is in awe of the stars in the sky
Unmoving, unchanging, the Lord is eternal
Though years of the mortal so quickly fly by
My heart is amazed by the lamb and the lion
My heart is in awe of the birds in the air
Created for man by the hands of the Master
The heights and the depths of his dwelling to share
My heart is amazed by the King of the nations
My heart is in awe of His death on the tree
The Lamb that was Slain, by the word of the Father
Arose from the grave my Redeemer to be!
-- By Isaiah Zerbst- Feb 9, 2013 - 22.214.171.124. metre --
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013
Why there's is a God Proportions divine hand spirals. He's shaping patterns not chaos. Artwork pleasing to the eye the golden rectangle. Clearly seen by His creation check your double helix in every cell. Not theory
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014
I know its the summer time because of how naturally
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree
Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013
Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows
colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst
enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin
as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin.
My life has shed drops of blood through each petal
as if in return for the love and beauty you feel
hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~
The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold
for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding
The best of surgeons can not beat your heart
It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength
whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist
your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose
For I am your God your existence is not over yet .
You must Live ~You must Bloom
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
And when the seed has been nurtured
and sunlight grace adorn
And when all is said of wisdom
and love has persevered in song
Where each prayer has fallen upon the fields
and completion has granted a dream
a feast of God's promise shall rise above
in a breath of eternity...
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2013
Angel has fallen from the top of the tree
Broken baubles lay strewn by the door
Christmas chaos caused by the cat
Damaged branches and lights on the floor!
Eager hands clear up the mess
For today we should rejoice
Glorious news that baby Jesus was born In Bethlehem
His birth is the reason we celebrate on Christmas Day.
Icicles may hang on trees like icy fingers
Jack frost will try to nip our nose and toes
Keep well wrapped up and try to stay warm.
Lots of lovely food adorns our festive table
Many hungry tummies are soon to be filled
No, I can't possibly eat another mouthful ….
Overeaten and now we all want to fall asleep!
Presents are unwrapped; hear the whoops of delight
Queen’s speech is on the television at 3 o’clock prompt
Repeats of films we love to see every year –
Sound of Music and a James Bond film are always on!
Time to go outside and enjoy the fresh air
Underfoot the snow is crisp and deep
Verdant gardens are dusted with sparkling snow
Winter is a wonderful time of year.
Xenops is a bird we won’t see on our winter walk
You may be lucky to see a robin redbreast
Zigzagging through the swirling snowflakes.
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Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise
The Sweet Chariot awaited
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running
Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor
Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience
Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!
I still hear crying in quilts of safety
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012
God is not a man
Unlike man, is not greedy
Ever-mighty is this God
He recognize every tone
Unlike man, is ubiquitous
Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013
An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
Life lessons reviewed
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
My spirit alive!
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!
Copyright © Amy Rose | Year Posted 2013
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.
Copyright © stephanie hanvey | Year Posted 2013
It's bout to get worse
It was written in the verse
The truth hurts
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED
When the time comes
No one's gonna hold up a sign
saying it's time to "get right"
It's gone come like a thief in the night!
Blowin' up and wreckin ish!
The war you want is the war you gone get
It was written before our time
We keep looking at the signs
manifest before our very eyes
constantly denying our right
to be one of the meek ones of our time
ARMAGEDDEON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED
We're at the end of what used to be existence
Every super power will answer to a higher power
so pray repentence
The time is closer than any distance
From Washington to Obama
No one will escape the wrath!
Hope you choose the right path!
Narrow is the gate of the righteous tracks
that are imprented on the mind of the omnipotent one
Will you be spared life on earth with the meek ones
and accurately take in knowledge of his son?
OR will you perish in the dust
never to be awakened again?
No consciousness of sin
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED!
It's in the verses
Read it, see it, live it, rehearse it
You see the times changing
You see the minds fading
You see the world and how messed up it is
You see that nigga satan and his curses!
I pray to have a chance to live a beautiful paradise on earth like it say in the verses!
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED
YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN WARNED
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2011
Back to the jungle once again
A long journey has come to an end
Over the clouds, through the hills
and down the river I have came
Everything is a little different
But somewhat the same
Here lie a people that used to be slaves
It was on this river they made their escape
Here they built houses of wood and stone
And created a place they could call their own
They make their living off the land
By the work of many strong hands
They have built this vibrant community
That my eyes have been privileged to see
By a glance all I may see is poverty
By a closer look, I now see true beauty
And not merely the endless scenery
or the luscious foliage and greenery
But in the people I have come to serve
And in turn who I have let serve me
In ways it feels, I truly don’t deserve
So listen closely, let me tell you a story
Mothers and daughters down by the water
Beating laundry with paddles, the sun grows hotter
I approach with my boots covered in junk
I place them in the water with a soft plunk
I attempt to remove the thick red clay
she takes them from me and washes away
She scrubs until there is no sign
of any speck of dirt or grime
Thank you very much is all I can say
I now ponder would I do the same?
If the situation were reversed
Do I really believe the first will be last
And the last will be first?
Can I honestly say that I would choose
to take the grimy, muddy, dirty shoes
of a foreigner I hardly even know?
Would I humble and bring myself low?
In all honesty I really don’t know
But therein lies the true beauty,
I now see
Amidst what appears by a glance,
to be poverty
So don’t merely judge by what you see,
that beyond the poverty,
there may be
A true beauty, yet to be seen
Copyright © Roland Fleming | Year Posted 2013
The blue waters,
The green trees,
The blue skies,
The light breeze,
The crisp air,
The birds sing,
The puffed clouds;
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
Thinking rationally if you leave out one part Enlightment in the wrong speed and direction will go when missing in the equation in the end middle or start naturally instead of a brilliant light you are separated into a black hole
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2013
I remember a time when I heard wind chime
What a beautiful sound
The trees they danced
The plants sang
The animals joined in the beat and rhythm
This is the sound of Our Mother's nature.
But not always peaceful
whether it is fire playing it's destructive game
or hail to a tornado bullying it's way from sky to Earth
and earth to sky and back again
Lava races down versus the landslides
under Our Mother's wrath.
Humans can't ever recreate such a sound
God and Mother know nothing can compare
to Nature's beauty, balance, and musical sound.
Copyright © Brittany Glass | Year Posted 2016
I was silently watching the two Mary’s sigh and cry,
When the earthquake hit and I just wanted to cover,
The ground nearly parted and there was no-one to chi,
I hit the deck for stones from the tomb threw over.
Covering my head with my hands and laying tight up,
I was aware of the two Mary’s moving over speedily,
To the tomb stone to take advantage of the windup,
Which just contributed to the terror weighing heavily.
After six minutes it ceased, and peace did administer,
The two of them were straight at the caster right in there,
But I needed another while to recover from the disaster,
So just sat looking firstly at the grass, then over there.
By the time I got them they’d given the body determinedly,
To the gardener who already had lit it and was fanning it,
So I ran as fast as a chicken away from a fox very quickly,
Up the mountain to get my head straight to think about it.
I worked it out that I had to talk with the two Mary’s,
Because I also appreciated what Jesus did when alive,
Since he had cured my cousin from quadriplegic paralysis,
Such that this cousin’s possibility was now to thrive.
So I did decide to accept Mary’s plans of ingenuity,
For the continuation of her son’s work with the poor,
Which would change medical services directivity,
From the rich monopoly over to with anyone to moor.
The two woman’s plans would ignite a movement,
Start a Society, organisation or group to proclaim,
That the way to live was through love’s enrichment,
Not by class prized, but by living everyday in His name.
So we talked, and the two women promised me silence,
About my failure to keep the stone which sealed the tomb,
If I kept silence about them having a stealing licence,
And about their real physical action of removing the womb.
So that was how the resurrection myth took off, started,
That was how it began, it did come from two parties,
From the Roman soldier representing the state above,
And from Jesus’ kin representing the people’s armies.
I don’t think Christianity would’ve occurred without,
The soldier man Roman guard of the tomb believing,
In Jesus plight and in the right of a movement, shout,
About Jesus, through the religion of Christianity aging.
Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016
Come walk with me through God's country
Leaves crackling beneath our feet
Nary a breeze
Just a soft touch of dew against our cheeks
Many trails for us to choose
Still....no matter which one we do
I'm sure any should lead to beauty
Now traveling down our chosen path
Realizing this is a different world
From whence we came
Free of city sounds
So quiet....except for nature's songs
A chattering squirrel scampering up a tree
Her wings lifting her from lofty redwood perch
Free to soar above this glorious canopy of life
Then as we round a bend in our journey
A babbling brook so sweetly clear
Quenches a mother deer
Her baby fawn by her side
What lovely peaceful creatures
Oh what lessons we could learn from them
Looking skyward to the tops of these majestic trees
So lucky we are
To stand among them
These living breathing towers
Many over 2,000 years in growth
Magnificent monuments to nature
Already saplings before Jesus Christ's birth
He came here then to save us all
Would it not make sense to save these great trees
These living reminders of the gift of our creation
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
Copyright © Robert William Gruhn | Year Posted 2014
As I opened the door
And stepped inside the divine floor
A gentle zephyr bore upon my core
The tranquil ambience aroused me wishes galore
And I felt I’ve completed my journey to God’s manor.
There is the aureole addressing the path,
the path to the house of worship,
even in the dark it is a sign of luminescence
Shinning against all irreverance.
God made heaven and earth and all the angels
and all the extra important angels, called Archangels.
The Archangels were God’s very special friends
and were shinning and strong and powerful
They adhered God's message
To human races.
From the essence of humanity
I feel mankind is comprehensive
They are gifted with a communal harmony
And from the essence of spiritual luminance
Divinity is never classified
And the idol we worship is in the core of mankind.
Today when I see the unity within
I feel to be a part of them
They don’t have any caste as such
Neither have they belonged to any religions
Christians, Hindus and Muslims
Together they are Goans.
Thence I hold my breath
Along the serene western sky
To the sandy coastal line
There to blend with the ocean rage
And legless gamy sight.
Live shells, fresh air and sunrise at the horizon,
a lazy day and a walk to remember.
I gave up everything
just to feel am the only admirer
Along the coast I rove alone,
and I see am being followed,
but not by humans
but by the species I never acquainted before
Seeking for your morning lust,
I call upon a peaceful realm,
I decided to hold your hand,
and thence I committed to feel the warmth.
Before I leave,
let us rock on the sandy beach,
let us blend with the folk culture
and together we will grab the trance music and dance,
the moments we will collect may bring us back to here.
Copyright © Swairik Das | Year Posted 2012
Your treasure house oh Father is filled with many gem
priceless stones and gold and silver found within men
costly and refined cut to beauty rich and rare
they will form your church founded on Jesus loving care
A peaceful and mild spirit are ones that you seek
those who hunger for righteousness pure in heart and meek
those knowing your instruction their spirits must be filled
who mourn and for your sake like prophets have been killed
The gift you give where holy spirit lives for a creation new
what you mold has been foretold your children character hew
all will abide where you reside your will within a few
they will not falter but to the alter life's sacrifice so true
You have washed them clean and bright
removed their darkness and it's night
they live their lives with your Law in sight
to do your will and please you do delight
Each precious gem it's clarity no inclusion or flaw
must reflect the Light so clear and fulfill all your law
how could one hope to please and God be Loving True
if he hates his brother and what's harmful continue
There is beauty in the Truth the heart can never miss
facets crystal clear and bright the sight cannot resist
God has raised from living stone children of Abraham
from every nation upon the earth with Jesus take their stand
Their life is the Truth to nothing else will submit
for all of mans pleasure himself to benefit
you have formed them from the day they were born
unto the Truth and Love their lives must conform
And you oh Father are their glass of wine
to have been grafted in upon the Vine Divine
you have given the taste upon the bread of Truth
like every child you have fed them from their youth
sources Isaiah 54 Matt. chptr 5 ICor.3:10-15
Galatians 1:10 IITim 2:19-21 IIPet. 2:4-5
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
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Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2011
Life is precious , therefore he cultivates it
it's vastness among all his compositions
they flow like an aria from many instruments
you are excellent , oh my beloved
your handiwork threads all that surrounds me
the displays of your gifts
our rooms are overflowing and the table
with every good and perfect present
all completed by the workmanship of your hands
your visions perceive the finality
before even the crafting of it has begun
amply actualized by the fertility
of your own mind
your occupations are productive
as the lathes of heaven they turn
upon the axis of your thoughts
formulation upon formulation
their energies inexorable
the molding painting weaving casting
carving shaping and engraving
of the objects to be constructed
the movements of your mind
stretches into the grand designs
the substance of wealth
and nothing that does not delight
Your furnishings occupy the expanses
the depth of your artistry
the pressure of your furnaces
mold our gems and ornaments
whose color radiates their clarity
the vaults are well lit
each rooms lighted chandeliers are suspended
in their canopies
each room sprayed abundantly with blooms
their fragrances permeate my soul
our curtains a covering in every shade
surrounding our homes
you have carpeted its surfaces with a mosaic
of brilliant treasures and whose form
is harmonious and pleasing
here every beautiful creature
play among their pillars
you have chiseled out the high ranges
the carvings of many sculptures
their dominion overshadows the landscapes
with an awl you split open the rock face
and release the mantles of the deep
where the water courses rush
to the well watered resting places
you churn the soil until it is fertile
and the tender sprouts spread
like legions of armies
every touch by you is nourishing and flourishes
those whom you apprentice
are bound to the ways
of the Master
where creativity has no boundaries
and every field is full
of life's expressions
Your instructions are in precision
and your skills you effectively teach
your productions are exquisite
your activity is ceaseless
as the burning energy of a Son
Genesis 1 Proverbs 8 John 1:1-18 Colossians 1:16
COPYRIGHT © 2015 C Michael Miller
Poetry of Providence
Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2015
They say that Mother Nature
Is to blame for the rain
The hail, the wind, the sleet
And the snow
She terrorize the neighborhood
Much worse than before
They say she visit the ocean
And bring a rapid rage
I wish I knew Mother Nature
But I never seen her face
Why is she so silent and
Distance from our sight
Why is she like a spirited shadow
Somewhere lurking in the night
Mother Nature gets the praise
For starting and stopping the rain
I never been introduce to her
So why do she gets the blame
I am trying to determine in my mind
Who Mother Nature really is
I am trying to determine in life
Is she fictional, or is she real
I have heard of Mother Nature
From my childhood back to birth
Why Mother Nature gets the credit
Remains to be researched
I read about what Jesus said
In the Holy Book
I didn't see Mother Nature
I must need a second look
I turned from page to page and
I couldn't find her in that book
I found that God put together
This whole world from birth
The rain, the sleet, hail, and snow
God decides when it falls to earth
I still wonder how Mother Nature looks
I wish someone would show me where
To find her in the book
I found that Mother Nature
Always get the praise
She has been popular in this world
For many months, weeks, and days
When I turn to the weather
Broadcast playing on TV
It always never ceases to amaze me
That Mother Nature is the topic
And she never fails you see
How does Mother Nature hides
Herself from the public eye
Is she non-fiction or a fictional lie?
All I want to know is whether
Or not the woman exist
When questions are asked about her
Why they are easily dismissed
I know Jesus because he
Lives on the inside
I acknowledge him
In all my ways
So he can be my guide
I know not Mother Nature
And discovering who she is
Has become an issue
I only want to see the woman
So does anybody have a picture?
Copyright © Lillie Williams | Year Posted 2013
The anointed Jesus comes with the Power of God
and the working of prophecy will he complete
he will trod the habitable beneath his feet
till the nations shall know that Jehovah be laud
All things spoken of him will come to pass
with a shout he will to earth descend
destroy all those who refuse to bend
with scepter of righteousness that will ever last
The bonds of unity are not easily broken
where two or more are gathered he will be there
the bonds of Love wherein we show we care
that you Love one another the command was spoken
In the beginning God made twain one
Jesus left his father to fetch home his bride
to teach her Love of God by example he died
for a twofold cord cannot be easily undone
To present her to the Father without blemish or spot
as gifts for the alter were their lives bought
for Faith Hope and Love and Truth have sought
to be released to freedom wherein slavery were caught
Teach me my Father for there is nothing here
all that we treasure and have come to know
instruction from heaven Jesus taught here below
no belief or rewards of the world hold we dear
By immersion are baptized unto deaths reformations
leaving behind the normal patterns of the nations
the personality of flesh and their occupations
and lifted by Life are formed unto new creations
God has set the archetypes and the example
wherein defection have become penitent for Life
to the Truth are married as examples of wife
filled by his spirit have become Gods Temple
The virgin bride dispenses her husbands teaching
that reformation of character and to Truth believing
unto the spiritual pattern of nature are receiving
so destruction the nations evade she is preaching
So we gaze into the heavens in the night
there your presence felt by heart sight
with awe for the powers that give us light
and discernment the difference wrong from right
Sources Ephesians 5:22-33 Matt 18:20
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2012
If killing is a problem solving key.
Believe me I shall also try to flee.
We killed thousands in 9/11,
We killed thousands in Iraqi sandy cabin.
We are killing thousands in Afghan War,
We trained to kill/die in Pakistan’s shore.
Do we try to learn a lesson?
God will keep us in heaven a religious fashion.
Arab will die to live on Earth,
What was truth before Lord Mohammed’s birth?
Lord Jesus Christ was born Christian,
What’s wrong in Jews living fun?
Mohammed and Jesus they played on soil,
They roasted their jobs to sweat boil.
They never sit idle and demand food free from God,
They never used to win human a religious rod,
They were polite and shared their views,
They never threw on wrong their shoes.
Conversation was their only tool to use,
Let me know whom they have abuse.
Forgiveness and mercy, they produced a shield,
They grazed their sheep on the earth field.
Do they ask God they shall give a shelter in Heaven?
They will punish that hit by a Robin.
What’s in Quran or a Bible?
Go to Heaven and kill a human tribal.
I learnt a message,’ how to live on Earth’.
That’s why Nature has our human birth.
A religious philosophy is superb,
If it cut my poverty curb.
I work and work to pay off the bills,
And always crying what are politics hells?
Wrongs and wrongs never learn a lesson,
To kill innocents for their outrageous fashion.
To compromise to strengthen crime,
To corrupt nature to share a winning ham.
If hell or heaven is also a living space,
Then why we have a new Mars race.
If heaven has a better living home,
Then why have a human dilemma of innocence trauma.
Something is wrong in human brain,
Lives in tense and talking about strain.
Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2011
You have lifted me up from the worlds degradation
filled my soul with your Sons elation
In your Son my spirit found it's life
nothing here can compare to treasures of wife
In love he has healed mind and heart
his compassion has filled our every part
Oh God bowed low fallen do I kneel
that the lowly and unworthy do you seal
As lambs who walk among the wolves
follow the shepherd and seek his truths
and beside still waters does he lead
only those to whom his words do take heed
Into the tabernacle do we flee
for in your Son is our sanctuary
examples of Truth we give our lives
to partake the Truth must brake from lies
Like the earth with flood waters were inundated
that the influence of demons be dissipated
the Truth of God falls in the latter rain
knowledge that the earth will be cleansed again
Downward you have sent the hearts of men
so that they may see the beast within
in fallen state to see oneself
compared to the character of Gods wealth
In your garden there was perfection
the firstfruits taste of it's selection
hand chosen by you to be as your Son
anointed and with your sealing done
Your Word oh God has become their bread
and their wine of joy where Jesus led
they loved not their lives unto death
for you Oh Lord giver of life and breath
Many are called but few are chosen
as their faith is scorched choked or frozen
only the seed that lands in good soil
will know your Spirit Life's burning oil
Through the temple curtain have they passed
to the alter with sacrifices that ever last
life and body are pledged to you
and your words and works they do
If you do not listen you cannot hear
or tell when the voice of God is near
through the written Word and Sons voice
through them has God given mankind choice
Who has the gifts of heaven known
those to whom Jesus has shown
though made lower than the angels be
are raised much higher in eternity
Oh Shepherd of God direct our course
for life upon your path lays no remorse
those you know their way have sealed
they have laid down their lives for Truth revealed
sources Matt. 10:37-39 16:25-26 John 10:11-16
I Peter 2:25 Ro.12:1-2 Apocalypse 12.11
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2012
A DIVIDED HEART
We are all born with a heart that is corrupt and wicked within
We are all born dead to the things of God in our trespasses and sin
We all need the new birth to see the kingdom Jesus spoke about
We all need to be born again to enter the kingdom and not be left out.
When we put our trust in Jesus the Holy Spirit comes to live inside
His purpose is to subdue the sin nature that just refuses to be denied
Yielding to His purposes brings about a change of heart and mind
This transformation of life and character only in Him can you find.
The Divine nature implanted in us is to set us free from the curse we are under
Only by obeying God’s word can we experience His life transforming power
Submitting to God is the only way; grace is given to the humble contrite heart
Living under the control of the Spirit is how we show new life has had a start
We are always being pulled in two different directions at the same time
We are experiencing this division constantly in our hearts and in our minds
This inner conflict is always ongoing it is fighting for the control of our life
Yielding to the Spirit is what brings about victory and inner peace from strife.
In our hearts there is a war the Spirit and the flesh are constantly in a fight
We wrestle in our minds between doing what is wrong and what is right
We often do what we don’t want to do that is evidence of the allure of sin
Only by the power of the Spirit can we overcome and win the battle within.
One day our inner war will cease we will see the fullness of our redemption
On that day our flesh will be no more for we will have put on incorruption
We will bow before Jesus seated on His throne and see Him in all His glory
Testimonies of His redeeming grace our lives are a part of His eternal story.
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2010
I lift holy hands,You bring a light of hope in the sky
In awe, I stand, A redemption by and by
A victorious reign expands, a breath a sigh
an unconditional gift he does supply
For each a glorious design he have planned
crucified for each, In awe I stand
a victorious love grows and expands
worthy is the lamb, I lift holy hands
a white dove flutters amid the piercing blue
inspired by your love, my heart once again true
our souls together as one imbue
I lift holy hands, my spirit anew
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2010