Picture 1 the message is sent
loud and clear to the four winds
Picture 2 the whirlwind roars past
leaving in its wake havoc
and broken spirits
Picture 4 drinking to old age
drowning memories in wine
that has gone sour
Picture 5 racing against time
in youthful exuberance
life turns to ruins
Picture 7 sought eternal fame
now, imprisoned in stardom
she pleads for freedom
Contest: East Jesus
Sponsor: Roy Jerden
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014
I wish I could write you a love song
Fill with heart felt words
I wish I could say that I love you and meant every word
But as you know I am just a man
And even now as I have grown
I still cannot understand the meaning of those three letter words.
I spent my life searching
I spent my days hoping
Even now as I have aged and have a family of my own
I still do not understand the meaning of those three letter words
They say, that they love you
They say, that they care
But their words are cheap and weigh no value.
My heart is still broken
My bones are weak
My nights are restless
And my soul is asleep.
I feel so hopeless
Defeated and crush
These burdens I carry
Have me buried in a dump.
I try to call out
I try to shout
But these words I speak
No one can hear me.
God take my hand
Lift my pain
Save me from this cane
I am afraid its about to leave a big old stain.
Lord I am in so much pain
These scares bring nothing but shame
Jesus please let it rain
Save me, I think I am about to go completely in sane.
Copyright © Patricia Garcia Howard Bramble | Year Posted 2015
It came to me one night, a dream
An idea, a thought, a better way
Is this all there is, this life I have
To wake and live another day
Exist just like a cloud, or shrub
To eat and sleep, work and play
Go here and there, do this, do that
Wait for Friday, bills to pay
The hairs are counted on our heads
Our bones will see decay
But the spirit will live on
Past when we’re old and grey
A plan, a purpose, his promises pure
I trust his word and pray
I know that my Redeemer lives
The truth, the life, the way
Copyright © Brian Moore | Year Posted 2015
THE AGE OF EARTH
God spoke the earth into being
He created woman and man
From the moment of its inception
You were part of God's plan
Theories abound as to the age of earth
But that matters not at all
What matters most is are you ready
To heed the Master's call
He stands at the door and knocks
Are you willing to let Him in
For He is the only source
That can save you from your sin
The existence of the earth
Will forever be debated
Until Jesus comes a second time
Will you be one who waited
Saying to yourself
One day, I'll heed His voice
It isn't wise to wait
Today is the day of choice
Tomorrow is not a promise
Yesterday is gone
Today is the day of reckoning
Don't face life on your own
Eternity is forever
In Heaven or in hell
When will Jesus come again
Only time will tell
7 June 2012
Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2012
Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust?
As our courts remove God from this great nation.
We are left with a confused and lost generation!
As God is taken away from our public schools.
A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.”
The Bible is often mocked and discarded.
It was on it’s principles this country was started!
Just about anything of God seems to get scorned.
So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms.
As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out.
We tend to forget what HE is all about!
Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused.
No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused!
As people forget God and worship the fallen creature.
They look to themselves and “glorify” their features.
Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions.
And with this, come disease,
heartache and afflictions!
As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.”
It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking!
If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer!
He loves all of us! And he really does care!
Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in?
Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend?
He brings strength and nourishment to the soul!
It’s only in him that we can be made whole!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day
Where she always loved to be at Una walked along the steady stream
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)
And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy
With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words
I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-
She became very happy and intrigued
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words
-I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith
There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion
So small and graceful like a gift from god above
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith
Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013
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
Am I Really Happy?
With everything I’ve acquired and got...
What kind of happiness has it brought?
With everything I have or can name...
Has it given me joy or brought me shame?
With all that this world can give me…
What kind of life “lies beneath me?”
With all of my possessions and wealth…
Do I have contentment and “true” wealth?
I want it to be known and wish to express…
I’m not so sure, I’m what you would call “blessed.”
There’s something I know to be certain.
Tomorrow could be life’s “final curtain.”
There’s something that’s been on my mind.
Have I given God just some of “my” time?
There’s one thing I’m going to do… And do it now!
I’m going to come to the Lord and humbly bow.
This is something I need to say and do...
Give it all to God! And tell him;
“I LOVE YOU!”
Something that I should have done already...
When Christ comes again… I want to be ready!
God’s joy and happiness is true and very real!
The presence of God.., I can already feel!
What God has given to me, no one can take away!
For he comforts me and is with me every day!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | 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
A simple life is all I am wanting,
But the past can sometimes be painfully haunting.
Mistakes we make as we take life’s stroll,
Can later on be a stumbling block as we struggle to reach our goal.
With age comes a little thing some call wisdom,
And hopefully when you reach that magic age you wont look back with a heart that is cold
The very thing I am most ashamed of at this very time,
Is not accepting Jesus in my life when I was young and in my prime.
I think of all those wasted years and that emptiness in my heart,
When I was too busy making money thinking this was my only part.
One side of me was saying I was a good man and a good dad,
While the other side silently knew I was leaning heavily to the bad.
Pride, silly pride can turn any man into a fool,
If his life is not right, pride can be hurtful and cruel.
Some wear it like a badge of honor but it can wear heavy with time,
And make it hard to reach the tops of some of those hills we must all climb.
Those that know Jesus can thank their lucky stars,
He should be the center of all our attention in this world so vile, and bizarre.
The good news is as long as we are still alive,
And ask Him into our heart His love will never leave us, only flourish and thrive.
Copyright © Ronald Bingham | Year Posted 2009
I do not know?
Since our first breath
And our first desperate cry.
We are doomed, cursed,
And destined to die.
No man can run
from this desolate fate.
'Cause only God knows
Our pending death date.
This flesh that you see
will soon be nothing but bone.
Buried in dirt.
Isolated and alone.
Every tick of a clock
Is an ominous sound.
To my eternal grave
I am forever bound.
Maybe I should be happy
to be living now instead.
Or perhaps I am now already dead;
Perhaps now I am already dead...
Copyright © Tyler Holmes | Year Posted 2015
THE JESUS WE SERVE
His riches in glory, He forsook
As recorded in God's Holy Book
He came to die for sinful man
According to His Father's plan
But before He bled and died
He fulfilled what was prophesied
He must be born of virgin birth
To start His life here on the earth
At the age of twelve, men were amazed
At His infinite wisdom and the questions He raised
Then from the age of thirty to thirty-three
He ministered throughout all of Galilee
Preaching and teaching, miracles wrought
His healing power was constantly sought
Deaf made to hear, the lame to walk
The blind to see, the mute to talk
Paralytics commanded to roll up their bed
On many occasions, He raised the dead
He even changed water into the best wine
With tax collectors, He would often dine
Religious leaders became enraged
And a plot to take His life was staged
They convinced a crowd who loudly cried
Away with Him to be crucified
They mocked and beat Him that horrible day
No man had ever been treated that way
They hung Him on a rugged tree
Which He had to carry to Calvary
They laid His body in a borrowed tomb
This Man conceived in a virgin's womb
But on the third day, He arose to live
And our salvation to freely give
He ascended to His Heavenly Father above
To manifest daily His wonderful love
To any who may choose to be
With Him throughout eternity
Curtis Moorman - 2/7/11
Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2011
Jesus were you watching
When he pulled down my pants
When he kissed my pink parts
When I was his kiddie romance
Jesus did you notice
That he devoured me each night
When he told me he loved me
When I was too small to fight
Jesus could you see
When he bought me gifts and toys
I was naive to know that later
He would steal my trust and joy
Jesus are you aware now
He manipulated the whole show
Taking what he thought he could
For eight years in a row
Jesus I know you were there when
I spoke up and said "stop!"
You gave me the courage to
Involve the local cops
Jesus thank you, you saved me
From the dark world of men
As I was eaten alive as a child
Thank you God, amen
Copyright © Lauren Smith | Year Posted 2014
Hello Dear Jesus,
It's been a long, long time.
I hope that you still know me,
I've been hiding quite awhile.
I know that you know all things
Still, I think I should explain,
The reason I've been hiding
Is because of all the shame.
I know that I don't look so great
For meeting up with you
But I hope you understand
I've been alone since I was eight.
You probably see the dirt marks
And smudges on my face
But it seems no matter how I try
Some things can't be erased.
They say that eyes are windows
That peer into the soul.
I'm afraid that if you look there,
You'll find it dark and cold.
I'm not sure why it is, Lord,
But you won't see any tears.
I guess they've just been locked up
Inside me all these years.
I know that limp and lifeless
Is my unruly hair.
I guess that's just what happens
When no one really cares.
And if you ask a question
I won't have much to say.
I've found that no one really wants
To hear me anyway.
And if you care to listen,
Sit quiet and you'll hear
How hard my heart is pounding.
That's because of all the fear.
You'll notice that I wrap my arms
Around me all the time.
I do that for protection
Of the things that should be mine.
See, not so very long ago,
Without an ounce of care,
Someone took away from me
Things I never meant to share.
And if you find I tremble
When you come close to me,
It's because of all the dreadful things
That someone did to me.
Jesus I'm so sorry
If these things have saddened you.
But when I cried out to you
You never told me what to do.
I know that in my mother's womb
You created me
And I can't help but wonder
Is this what I was meant be?
They say that you are everywhere,
With each and every one,
But it seems that on those dark nights
You left me all alone.
They tell me that you love me
And I suppose it's true,
But Jesus, please remember
That he said he loved me too.
Copyright © alainey craig | Year Posted 2015