When The Lord called to His angels
there was thunder from the throne
He said there is a child of mine down there
who's been too long alone
So He called one precious angel
out from all the rest
He said I'm sending you my child
for you're my very best
Now there are no words to say how much
to Him this child was worth
for The Lord to send an angel here
to walk upon this earth
And then when they were married
there was thunder from the throne
He said you see my child now
no longer is alone
Do harken to my story
for we all know that it's true
that God does answer prayer you see
there is nothing He can't do
Now I know this precious angel
who lives a mortal's life
for I was that lonely child of His
and that angel is my wife
Copyright © Dan Blake | Year Posted 2006
Even through hardship,
you gave me the membership,
to stand up again;
from those who don't believe,
I can see,
right above me,
you are there to my human eyes only,
I don't believe in you just faithfully,
I believe in you spiritually.
For broken hearts comes to tears,
for desperation comes to fears,
to deal with insanity once again.
No matter what agony,
or I snap mentally,
all the deaths been shown these days,
I will hold my faith of praise,
to all the madness we've caused,
you will show us your miracles,
for you are known as God.
Copyright © verlena dillard | Year Posted 2014
In a heated moment for no reason or why
my heart will pull toward a passerby
My mind knows but will not show
of a person in need as I take the lead
My legs start to shake
a knot in my stomach I can not escape
I bowel my head and start to pray with no time to delay
Standing still I go calm with relief sent from above
A warm feeling that someone is healing
sweeps over me as I start to weep
With my tears of joy I know and smile with a glow
God has answered me as I start to kneel
for the person he has just healed.
1/23/15 T. Reams
Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015
Prayer I chant,
Forward I slant,
Down on my knees,
From above He sees.
My cry He hear,
Aware of my fear,
Only Him I idolize,
My faith He visualize.
His comforting word,
Brings hope into my world,
One with a caring heart,
To avoid me from hurt.
January till December,
Still me He remember.
Copyright © Lazarus Ombai | Year Posted 2015
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013
I do not know if anyone is aware of the plight that the Isle of Man is presently going through. It is the home of one of our own, Jan Allison. check it out online
There's a lady we all know
and She's going through a blow
and I think she should be, in our prayers
There's a gale coming in
where the flood's already been
and the wind threatens all who live there
Sure, it never does seem right
when a storm comes late at night
but nature we have found isn't fair
We all know her as Jan
From the little Isle of Man
So,Please let her know, that we all care
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2015
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
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.
By : Shawn Muñoz
Copyright © Shawn Munoz | Year Posted 2013
A river of life is what I seek
Because you alone satisfy my thirst
Clean me with the waters of your forgiveness
Douse me in the pool of your wonder
Every morning, your dew sits on my heart
Flow into the seams of my soul
Gush from me, the fountains of your peace
Hold me, as the ocean holds the ship
I need a deluge of your compassion
Just as the trees need the downpour
Kindness trickles from your hands
Lead me beside the still waters of your love
Make me float in a sea of your grace
Never to sink under the weight of the law
Open the dams that hold back your stream of blessings
Pour your gentleness over my head
Quietly fill me with the rain of your mercy
Rush upon me so that I am swept away with your favor
Saturate me with your Holy Spirit
Tears of joy drop from my eyes
Upward I dive, into your care.
Copyright © Bradley Musgrave | Year Posted 2013
I want a peaceful world
Where Hindus are at peace with Muslims
Where Palestine and Israel fight not
Where every race is respected
Where language is not a barrier
Where the rich helps the poor
Where money is not the final say
I want a peaceful world
Where truth rules
Where justice is granted
Where violence is negotiated
Where Rivals forgive
Where sinners repent
Where all humans love peace
Copyright © Omaru Seinu | Year Posted 2015
The Power of Forgiveness
By Reg Rhodes
Today, I found a key to set myself free from the nightmares of my own
Today, with the key known as forgiveness;
I will cease to languish in my own mental anguish.
Today, I have set a prisoner free;
much to my relief that prisoner was me.
The key of forgiveness releases me from the blame I placed on myself for four
The key of forgiveness releases me from the nightmare of the pain, the
shame, the endless tears.
Though her infidelity was hateful.
I have forgiven her, and for this I am grateful.
I was an unknowing participant of her malicious reasoning.
Falling victim to her planning and scheming.
All the while, she had an unrecognizable look in her eyes.
Her love for me had been replaced with lies.
I longed to see my wife again, but it was too late.
She had already been replaced by an evil being; brimming with anger, lies,
deception and hate.
I mourned her loss, and felt the emotion known as grief.
My loving wife wouldn't return. I pleaded with God to grant me relief.
I desperately needed relief, but found none.
Two years mourning the loss of my wife had begun
The truth would only cause me more pain and tears.
She finally told me the truth; that her betrayal had gone on for 3 years.
The anger and hate she had towards me; a level of betrayel beyond my
To my stunned family; those were the things I simply couldn't mention.
She sneered at my suspicions, forcing me to doubt my sanity.
Her actions filled me with humiliation, and stripped me of my dignity.
I have forgiven myself for trusting the devil who masqueraded as my best
friend, my confidente, my wife.
I have forgiven myself for falling in love with her at such a young age in my
I have forgiven her for bringing out the worst in me.
I have forgiven her for compromising my sobriety, and stealing my sanity.
I have forgiven her family, that despite her infidelity;
continued to love her unconditionally.
I have forgiven the uncompassionate ignorance of the fortunate;
those who have never felt the invisible wounds that infidelity brings.
To the naked eye of the naive; her hatred, anger and lust were unfathomable
I have forgiven her friends for helping me with the relentless self blame.
I have forgiven her for filling me with anger, bewilderment and shame.
I have forgiven the man who aspired to dismantle my marriage and ruin my
I have forgiven his longtime lover who was also my wife.
I have forgiven myself for sheltering my sanity in the cold cave known as
I have forgiven her actions that robbed me of my laugh and stole my smile.
I have forgiven myself; relinquishing my right to a better past.
Freeing me of the self loathing at last.
Ultimately, she couldn't stop her lies.
I knew it was time; we would have to to sever our ties.
In the name of love, I have forgiven her.
I have surrendered my right to hurt her for hurting me.
I have allowed a loving God back into my life; and I am once again free.
Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.
Anger, resentments and hate do not belong.
With God back in my life, and daily prayer.
I have been able to forgive her affair.
God has shown me the sincerest, most beautiful form of love on earth.
He has given me the power of foregiveness, and granted me a spiritual
Copyright © Reg Rhodes | Year Posted 2014
I HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR FIFTY YEARS,
BUT IT SEEMS I JUST MARRIED LAST YEAR.
FIFTY YEARS MIGHT SEEM LIKE A LONG TIME.
BUT SUMMER NEVER SEEM TO LAST A LONG TIME.
THERE IS NOTHING THAT BRINGS SO MUCH HAPPINESS IN MARRIAGE.
AS THE THINGS YOU DENY YOURSELF FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR MARRIAGE.
NEVER EXPECT YOUR MARRIAGE TO BE ALL ABOUT LOVE.
FOR MANY A MARRIAGE HAVE CRASHED BECAUSE OF THE OTHER LOVER.
A PESKY BUTTERFLY MAY PERCH ON YOUR BEAUTIFUL ROSE.
EVEN THOUGH THE GARDEN IS FULL OF OTHER LONELY ROSES.
THERE ARE MANY THINGS YOU CANNOT CONTROL IN YOUR MARRIAGE.
BUT TRUST IN GOD CAN DO WONDERS FOR YOUR MARRIAGE.
THERE IS NOTHING LIKE A HAPPY MARRIAGE.
BUT THERE ARE MANY PEOPLE HAPPY IN THEIR MARRIAGE.
HAPPINESS HAVE NEVER WON ANY WAR.
IT IS SWEAT AND BLOOD THAT WINS WAR.
THEREFORE START EVERY DAY WITH A PRAYER TO GOD.
FOR YOU CAN NEVER WIN ANY WAR WITHOUT GOD.
Copyright © CHRIS NWIGWE | Year Posted 2012
Born to reverend Stevens
On a cool Monday morning
It drizzled a little bit
Very beautiful weather
Jeff was the finest of all babies
In my neighborhood Jeff was an example
Example of good Christian character
Until he became plagued
Plagued with the prodigal son syndrome
Jeff became sorrow to the mother
A disgrace to his family
The father was grief stricken
Jeff had abandoned the ways of the Lord
Jeff was on the highway to hell
Enjoyed the company of prostitutes
Even the bottles feared him
He was an alien at home
Jeff was uncontrollable
Reverend Stevens prayed
Often tossed and turned while sleeping
Reverend Stevens often found
Seated in the front porch of his house
Staring into space
Its sorrow speaking voice of a broken heart
Jeff’s mother prayed
And often wept quietly
The musings of grief
The solemn prayer of a mother
She was in agony
Like Virgin Mary
On the day Christ was crucified
We can only pray
But we can’t determine when the answer will come
Just like Saul on the way to Damascus
Jeff was as usual on his way
Again to a prostitute very drunk
The still small voice called out to Him
Jeff! Jeff! Jeff
Perplexed by the audibility of the voice
Jeff sobered up
He shouted who is it?
All of a sudden the urge for the strange woman became strange even the bottles died.
He turned and went home
That night Jeff wept
Just like a baby
He realized it was an encounter with Jesus
The answer to the prayers of
The Reverend and Mrs.
Years had passed
But they were grateful
Every one noticed the change in Jeff
The reverend, mother and neighborhood
Jesus truly saves
He is the way the truth and the life.
Praise be to God.
Copyright © felix gbemudu | Year Posted 2011
Adoring me in my waking hours
Befriending me when I had no friends
Chasing me when I chased after idols
Doting on me even as I sleep
Exhausting my mind with glorious thoughts
Flowing in the air I breathe
Giving me amazing opportunities
Helping me be a better person
Instantly hearing my prayers
Joking with me when I need a laugh
Kindly nudging me in the right direction
Loving me with a sacrificial love
Moving me to focus on what is pure
Nursing my emotional health
Openly acknowledging me as Your child
Pouring Your Spirit into me
Quieting my anxiousness
Rallying behind me when I need courage
Stopping me from making big mistakes
Throwing adventure into my path
Understanding me better than myself
Valiantly protecting me
Walking before me and lighting my path
X-linking my chromosomes
Yearlong songs sung over me
Zapping me with warm fuzzies
Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014
Nowadays I have a different prayer:
Don't keep me from trouble,
Teach me how to walk through trouble.
Don't lift me up to the sky,
Give me wings so I can fly,
When they want to bury me,
Don't get me out of the pit,
Help me shake the dust and step on it,
It will lift me higher.
Don't give me fish,
Teach me how to fish,
Don't pick me up when I fall,
Give me the strength to rise up when I fall,
Don't love me too much,
Give me the chance to love me too.
Don't hide me under your wings all through,
Give me the courage to walk alone when I have to,
Don't cure my pain at instant,
Help me learn what it teaches,
Don't wipe away every tear I shed,
Give me the chance to wipe some of my tears,
to feel them on my fingertips.
Don't make me feel like am the best,
Teach me that in a way we all best,
So I can be humble,
Don't forget to watch over me,
for without you am nothing.
Copyright © Virginia Kamau | Year Posted 2013
Am on my knees Father
Bearing in mind that you never sleep
Crying for those trapped in a foreign country
Dark days have befallen them
Equality rules broken, screwed humanity
Frequent hunger, little or no pay and slaving labour
Golden days are over for them
Having greener pastures and better opportunities
Is a dream that burnt on their arrival
Just want to go back home, even in poverty
Keeping their fingers crossed, for safe arrival
Looking forward to getting out of captivity, passports in hands
Making every effort because there is no place like home.
*For those suffering in places like Lebanon, Dubai, Saudi Arabia, Bahrain etc. After going for better opportunities/jobs but they end up in the hands of mistreating employers. They sign long contracts and their documents are taken. There are many cases of abuse and neglects, some reported & some unreported.
NB: not all employers are like that & there are those seeking greener pastures that come out satisfied*
Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
Innocent lives lost and critically injured by the hands of a Maniac who couldn't stand to see a Man kissing another Male figure.
Why must there be so much hatred accompanied by Religious war ? Correct me if I'm wrong but last I heard there was only 1 Almighty Lord.
You attack us with intent to instill fear failing to realize that when a sleeping Giant rises, America will be a force to reckon with bringing to life your worst unimaginable fear.
Fear not Guns Ammunition and Weaponry in general for they are all lifeless pieces of metal, For those objects only cause destruction via hands of the soulless and heartless waste of semen with his or her finger on the trigger.
I pray for America and United States Territories to unite and band together and show these terrorist that We shall be stronger than ever with God in our souls. Whether White, Black, Latino, Asian, Gay Straight or switched gender roles may we be united by Heart and a Thunderous Pulse. ™©
By: Shawn Muñoz
Copyright © Shawn Munoz | Year Posted 2016
By the hour,
I watched you leave,
On a journey from which
You promised no return.
You reached for my hand
Every time that you had saved
Enough alimony from your divorce with speech,
And said goodbye with not a syllable.
By the hour,
Your pulse sung slower
And the distance grew shorter
And one day, the bridge was in sight.
I said every prayer words could form,
I held you tighter when I heard the drums
Of mortality calling to your soul
And wished it had been just an ordinary cough.
But it was your last.
By the hour,
I had murdered this moment a million times.
I wish I had murdered it one more time.
Copyright © Jacqueline Kaliisa | Year Posted 2011
At the age 23 I struggled with my horrible addiction of heroin I had tried to stop but its not easy. Going almost four years being addicted to the devil I had many complications and several hospital visits sometimes it was 3-4 days then it could have been weeks as I lay there miserable,in constant pain due to absects from where I just didn't care sometimes and shot up where ever and there would be times that I'd miss I remember several visits to the hospital direct admits to the ICU unit.. The infection was so bad they would have to treat me with antibiotics for atleast 4-5 days then they would have to lance the site of where I injected that meant more antibiotics eventually when I would be sick the hospital would treat me like a piece of crap discriminate and judge me,reminder I'm not there for drugs. Honesty I don't know what all happened I just know I had been sick for a week or two and my parents call 911 to come get me they take me to the hospital I was so sick that phenoium turned into septic shut down all my organs I had flat lined several times so I was life lined to a hospital in Indianapolis Indiana!! Due to me being so bad off and in pain,very high fever flat lined 5-6times a day lifeless unstable I had been put into a coma thats where I laid for 3 1/2 months on life support, ventilator, chest tubes,trachea, feeding tube you name it.. Doctor's told my family I wasn't going to make it and that they was pulling the plug my parents rufused to let that happen. As I'm laying there lifeless 60%dead no control over anything I'm at the gates of heaven its so beautiful there I was so ready to go but my grandpa and other family refuse to let me in.. Due to all the medicine they had me plus a few of the meds they was given me was causing my blood circulation not flow through my legs and feet so when I finally wake up 3 1/2 months later I find out my feet/toes are dead and that ive to have heart surgery to replace the valves and put in a pacemaker. And my toes amputated I was terrified, devasted but it had to be done but I kept canceling surgery's I was alone and scared my parents had just got arrested I had noone. So they send me to a nursing home my sister begged me to have the surgery I so I did july 19 2013 I'm confined to a wheelchair!! Still have not had the heart surgery just to scared.. Being an addict really messed my life up!! I'm not going to sit here and say I'm healthy I'm not. But I am a surviver
Copyright © Heather Angel | Year Posted 2015
::An African child's prayer for his mom::
I'll sing for you
And I'll dance with you
See my joy when I write for you
And it's because of you
I remember those hands that held me
Those hands that washed and fed me
My desire in a dream
Your smiles as in a golden grin
Momi if not for you
If not for you...
I can't really say
Even if I recall those dry nights of May
When I was small
You found my lost ball
Oh precious mother
Precious momi precious mother
How I miss those back pats
And also the motherly slaps
Now what will I be
Wi'out your prayers?
You push me off when I'm wrong
You pull me back with the other arm
Hold me once again
Cos I'll fall wi'out you
You have washed my nakedness
And you have directed me off from
My baby tears have fallen all over you
Clothes blankets even your food
Now I ask God for another favor
Please Dear Lord keep her for me
Now it's your unfailing love
That kept hope burning lightly in my heart
This memory I want most
To hold you the way you held me when I was
Copyright © Okechukwu Iroegbu | Year Posted 2013
Adam do not worry about the gloomy days.
Better days is on the way.
Cry no more my dear friend.
Dry your tears and smile.
Each day is a blessing and a challenge.
Forge ahead with rigor.
Gain on your dream gradually.
Hold on to your dreams because without
It life is just useless.
Jail all your fears and throw the
Key away,so it will not resurface.
Learn to forgive and forget.
Manage your time because life is short.
Never forget those that means most to you.
Open your mouth only when it opens itself.
Pray but do not let prayer be your master.
Quit only when you are dead.
Respect the course that made you.
Speak nothing but the truth.
Trust only what is right.
Undo with any fear of failure.
Valor is the motto you should adopt.
Whatever your thoughts,share it like Father
Yet reserve your decision.
Zenith is your destination.
Copyright © Kalle Haas | Year Posted 2011
Buried under the sand, as the thunder strikes a pounding in my saddened soul.
memories in time and space never again to see your face
I held your hand, I tried to soothe your soul, but could not sooth my own
I miss you I cannot lie, letting go I try and try if you could only see how good life can be
but for now you are lost at sea, my prayer and love never ends for you have always been my closest friend, time changes but LOVE remains, I am letting go of hurt and pain.
GOD knows I have made mistakes, but hopefully I will see you in DREAMS OF YOUR OWN!
Copyright © taryn thompson | Year Posted 2012
Why, oh why can't I get it right? I ask myself this question every day
and every night.
Some of us are different from the rest. Some of us have a fear of
In our minds, we believe we try. But in reality, we're living a lie.
Someone once told me, trying is lying. You do it or you don't. I really
want to live life as i'm suppose to, but I fear that I won't.
I've had many problems from the start. It seems to me when I get my
shit together, my asshole falls apart.
I could fake it as I've done before. But as soon as I get through with
one problem, another opens the door.
Please help me Lord and show me what to do. I need you in my life,
Lord. I surrender to you.
Copyright © Anissa Turner | Year Posted 2015
The faces have no name or color, they only hope of a future which will never be seen. They stagger to God in prayer begging for help as the tears flow freely down their worn and wrinkled cheeks.
Mothers awake to the sound of crying with not an answer to their children's pleas. The world goes on as always, turning their backs on these people, who continue to die in silence, without a voice or harmony.
Copyright © joan woods | Year Posted 2014
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
Michele Lee Moyer
Copyright © Michele Moyer | Year Posted 2013
Out of the cleft lip comes
a muffled voice
on the turn of events,
to interrupt a call.
Then the panic rises,
the blood was oozing from the larynx.
The winding mountain path goes to the end
of blessing where the prayer drowns.
What was happening to the golden land?
Did the green worry about the iced peaks,
from where the glaciers take a bend
to enter the valley?
Who was negotiating the winds?
The logic between the stars and moon?
Huge gods were speaking to the men
in black, wearing eye masks on the highest terrains,
not heading my grief.
The dust was crying.
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2012
To pick up the bottle
drown in my sorrow,
drink it,---all gone
as a drunkard
I wait for tomorrow
wake up with the sun on my face
don't even remember the day
is it SUNDAY?
OH NO! it's MONDAY
time to find my pride
better yet I'll lay back down to die
my back on the ground
the tree gives little shade
maybe I'll fade
the bottle empty at my side
thats how I feel inside
I try to hide
but every one knows
tonight I will get another bottle
drown myself another night
ad wake up as empty
as the bottle at my side
I'm dead but very much ALIVE
Copyright © Insane Rose insane | Year Posted 2012
As a kid i use to sing,
through the summers and autumns and wonderous springs,
for the days to which we care,
when everyone was thinking to share,
as a prayer would split the sun,
and the the children would wish to run,
for the fairest would take the night,
as the visionary would curse his sight,
but now i am just a man,
a prisoner taken from his land,
an together we shall take our stand,
for at once the trumpets will unfold,
as erect as a warrior so bold,
for my body has felt so cold,
from within shall embrace and hold.
Copyright © thelast don | Year Posted 2013
The smell of death fills the air,
It is almost impossible to bear,
The scent of life and love seems too far away,
But every night I pray,
That our countries will be in peace rather than pieces,
That god will guide us to a realization,
That will get us through this frustration,
All of man will unite as one,
To fight for human rights,
For the abolishment of discrimination,
Against the men and women that make up our nation,
But until then I will pray,
Until we can open the peace gateway.
Copyright © Ved Ken | Year Posted 2016
When He calls me awake
I thank the Lord
With each breath I take.
For every night
As I close my eyes
I wonder where I'll be
When I arise.
I thank Him for
The passing of night
And this one more chance
To get it right.
Thank Him to know
That I'm still here
Still here to love you
My sweet, my dear.
I thank Him for
Your sounds of sleep,
For protecting you
Beyond what I could keep.
And for the refreshing
Gift of rest
That allows me today
To do my best.
Still as I awake
To greet each day
It all begins
The selfsame way
And I smile as I rise
With a lurch and a jerk
What don't hurt won't work.
by E. Marshall Evans
Copyright © Ed Evans | Year Posted 2014
Tousling the opulence was
Who will adore the clan ?
I am not yet ‘me’,
the refuge of elevated moon.
The heat and dust of nascent money
was burning like a loud prayer
in dark sun. Perfection tends
to terrify the stings.
A mogul of arts outlines the
script of drowning a desert storm,
when two flames went to bed.
Do not pick up the nails for
the coffin of a martyr.
They are going to make a dirty bomb.
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2012