Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership




Ballad God Poems | Ballad Poems About God

These Ballad God poems are examples of Ballad poems about God. These are the best examples of Ballad God poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

If you don't find the poem you want here, try our incredible, super duper, all-knowing, advanced poem search engine.

Details | Ballad | |

OUTER LIMITS

When I was at my limits
The place where my wits end
I began to lose my grip
And I was desperate for a friend
When life's storms surrounded me
I thought I couldn't go on
You reached into my outer limits
Amazing Grace, you became my song

Amazing that you came for me
How you found me all alone
Your Grace was truly limitless
You become my Cornerstone
Rescued me from great danger
And you saved me from myself
You gave my life new meaning
Took me off that unread shelf

My gratitude burns so brightly 
Now I'll never wonder on my own
You adopted me as your child
Gave me love and a forever home

Amazing that you came for me
How you found me all alone
Your Grace was truly limitless
You become my Cornerstone
Rescued me from great danger
And you saved me from myself
You gave my life new meaning
Took me off that unread shelf

8-2-15
By: Lyric Man

*Spiritual poem

Copyright © Lyric Man

Details | Ballad | |

Love Story Gone Wild

when beauty met the beast
she was a cutie, he was a beast
she thought that she'd speak to him at least
and at least find out what made 
a beast, a beast

as the beast looked at her 
he wondered; what a feast
but the way she spoke to him
was gentle and curiosity increased

he found her some what pleasant
and laid his aggression aside
for now he'd grown accustom
and hoped she would abide

as time past he looked at her
as he never did before
tender conversations
brought his knees to the floor

she'd become his weakness
his task forever more
he liked to hear her voice
and see her walk through the door

on holidays there were presents
on birthdays a feast
each special day that brought her presence
was a holy day to say the least

now i am wholly human 
and i can tell you well
that jealousy fits us humans
and beast very well

one look at competition
can take us all to hell
we can never avoid perdition
when one other than God
we our souls sell

and from God comes the testing
old men and prophets tell
the beast asked God for patience
and God knows how to teach it well

the next time the beast see's beauty
there is a ring on her hand
he didn't care to mention it
but that was one thing he couldn't stand

worn down he ask her
what the ring meant on her hand
slowly she confided, it meant she'd
marry another man

the beast now was furious
he did not understand
that all these years confiding
he was suppose to be the man

what then would become of her
his conscious did demand
all the years he spent with her
were coming to an end 

yet love had one more service
his heart would command
tell the maid he loved her
and ask her for her hand

let all the powers of wickedness 
and goodness take their stand
upon this maids answer
i'll bravely take my chance

Copyright © john loving iii

Details | Ballad | |

Although Fertile Were the Fields

Although fertile were the fields, I plowed
That self-same earth lies barren now;
 Barren evermore.
 Still I shall not fear the wrath of God or Anyman
 For my seeds were sown in the wild and unsullied season
 Albeit the earth which absorbed the substance of my labors
  Yields neither fruit nor flower.

   Still what remains behind us after we have passed u nto nothing
  Is it the perception of ourselves by others
   Or the small and humble things that are the substance of my struggle?
   
    Although tertile were the fields I plowed
    That self-same earth lies batrren now;
     Barren evermore.
     Still I shall not fear the wrath of God or Anyman
     For my seedswere sown in the wild and unsullied season
     Albeit the earth which absorbed the substance of my loabors
      Yields neither fruit nor flower.

Copyright © heather chernen

Details | Ballad | |

A New Friend

I met a new friend today,
She lives very far away.
She hails from a far off distant land,
A country called Packastani.

We hit it off right away,
As we talked about our different ways.
We asked if we could become friends,
Even though we are from a distant land.

I said sure , that would be great.
She said cool , lets mark the date.
We played some games ,and talked for awhile,
Her picture looked like a princess coming down the Nile.

Even though we have a complete different view,
Friendship is only about me and you.
Our way of life may seem different and strange,
If friendship holds strong,it can be rearanged.

She is to be married in a very short time,
To the man she loves and thinks he is so fine.
Im sure they will be happy through out thier days,
ALLAH will watch over them in every way.

She said she is not sure if our friendship is for long,
Because after her marriage, it could be seen as wrong.
I told her not to worry , if that is thier way, 
For here and now ,we just have today.

Tomorrow may never come, its hard to say,
Only God and His wisdom know the way.
As long as we are good and say our prayers,
The gates of Heaven will open,and God will be there.





,

Copyright © Alan Fitz

Details | Ballad | |

Prayers For My Sister

My sister Shelia is in need of some prayers,
She hit her head in a bad fall,and at times she not here.
Her left side is paralised,with no hope in sight,
Only prayers give her the strength to fight.

I can see the hurt in her eyes , each time i go visit,
Not knowing what went wrong or why she was admitted.
We tell her she had a stroke,and there is no cure,
Only God and his goodness can help her for sure.

We ask Angels to watch over here through out the night,
Dont let her stray, but keep up the fight.
If the prayers are so many , i am sure God will hear,
Put peace in her mind ,so she no longer holds fear.

I would thank you so much and im sure my sister will too,
To know what perfect strangers prayers can do.
It can open peoples eyes , that could never see,
People get up and walk,with two busted knees,

Sickness get cured in a blink of an eye,
The power of prayer would never die.

Copyright © Alan Fitz

Details | Ballad | |

Love Story Gone Wild (revised)

when beauty met the beast
she was a cutie, he was a beast
she thought that she would speak to him 
and find out what made 
the beast, a beast

as the beast looked at her 
he wondered; what a feast
but the way she spoke to him
made gentleness and curiosity increased

he found her some what pleasant
and laid his aggression aside
for now he'd grown accustom
and hoped she would abide

as time past he looked at her
as he never did before
tender conversations
brought his knees to the floor

she'd become his weakness
his task forever more
he liked to hear her voice
and see her walking through the door

on holidays there were presents
on birthdays a feast
each special day that brought her presence
was a holy day to say the least

now i am wholly human 
and i can tell you well
that jealousy fits us humans
and beast very well

one look at competition
can take us all to hell
we can never avoid perdition
when one other than God
we our souls sell

and from God comes the testing
old men and prophets tell
the beast asked God for patience
and God knows how to teach it well

the next time the beast see's beauty
there is a ring on her hand
he didn't care to mention it
but that was one thing he couldn't stand

worn down he ask her
what the ring meant on her hand
slowly she confided, it meant she'd
marry another man

the beast now was furious
he did not understand
that all these years confiding
he was suppose to be the man

what then would become of her
his conscious did demand
all the years he spent with her
were coming to an end 

yet love had one more service
his heart would command
tell the maid he loved her
and ask her for her hand

let all the powers of wickedness 
and goodness take their stand
upon this maids answer
i'll bravely take my chance

Copyright © john loving iii

Details | Ballad | |

This World

This world as i see it,holds no love or peace,
The ones we once though of as neighbours and friends,
will now spit in your face.

They say thier way of life is the only way it should be,
If only they would open thier eyes,im sure that they will see,
There are many different walks of life,and no two are the same,
Thats the way God made us,and we are not to blame.

So rather then even try and see, just how different we can be,
They try and force thier way of life , on people like you and me.
Now its come down to war on earth, no matter  what we think,
Or how we try to fix things,its them whos broken the link.

If you have an answer to the problems we face today,
Put it in words in a poem ,so everyone can have a say.
It would end all the suffering and make this world a better place to be,
Not just for one race , but for others like you and me.

Now im going to leave you with this finial prayer,
May God look down on you favourable,
Greet you with a smile,
For he knows you tried your very best ,even since you were a child.

Copyright © Alan Fitz

Details | Ballad | |

NO MAN STANDS ALONE - The Ballad of Barney Ross

CHORUS
No man stands alone
in the street, the ring or the combat zone
some lay in the gutter
some sit on a throne
but no man stands alone

At the age of fourteen 
he had a dream
to become a rabbi 
Chicago 1924
then his dad was killed by men
who tried to rob the family store
his brothers and sisters were sent away
to an orphanage where they would stay
and though his faith was blown away
he vowed to bring them home someday

To God and man revenge he swore
he walked with gamblers, 
hoods and whores
he fit right in 
then on a whim
he walked into a boxing gym
he fought Canzoneri in ‘33
for the lightweight title victory
he made up with God 
and finally
he could reclaim his family

Those McLarnon fights 
were the stuff of lore
the only man 
to ever put him on the floor
he won two out of three, 
then in the Armstrong bout
he nearly died 
but was never knocked out
then in 1941
the Japanese pulled a sneaky one
so he joined the marines 
and he got a gun
and he sailed into the rising sun

On Guadalcanal, 
he fought so brave
overmatched like old King Dave
he put twenty attackers 
in an early grave
for the one marine 
whose life he saved
in a hospital bed 
for months and days
they kept him in a morphine haze
then sent him home 
strung out and beat
to the pushers on the mean, mean street

Hollywood was very keen
to put his story on the silver screen
but they focused on the drug abuse
he tried to sue 
but what’s the use?
Barney Ross was brave and strong
they couldn’t keep him down for long
his rabbi said that he must try
to be a model Jew in the public eye

but from the public eye he slipped
like a phantom radar blip
they say he hunted Nazi criminals
and he ran some guns to Israel

Barney Ross was brave and strong
I thought that he deserved a song
he did some bad
he did some good
and he saved the world
the best he could

Copyright © Art Wright

Details | Ballad | |

THE GIFT

It's so dark 
Why not close my eyes
My spirit whispers
You'll miss the sunrise
Life's so unfair
Why not just despair 
My spirit whispers
You'll miss the one who cares

The world may be grinding down
But my spirit's not giving up
The masses may wear a frown
But I'll always have enough

It's so bleak
Why not throw in the towel
My spirit whispers
Your moment is now
It's so cold
Why not hibernate 
My spirit whispers
That would be a mistake

The world may be filled with rage
But my spirit won't conform
Mind control a prison cage
But my spirit's free to transform

It is what it is
My spirit will define the word
So I can make sense of it
When the world says it's up-surd 

So while the world is filled with hate
I've never truly loved more
They say the planet's growing late
But my spirit sees dawn at my door

Dawn's at my door
Dawn's at my door

Dawn's at my door

*Through Christ, the spirit within sees life from a different perspective!

Contest: Verlena's "The Gift"
Date: 9-3-14
Poet: Lyric Man

Copyright © Lyric Man

Details | Ballad | |

Star Child

Constellations in my eyes;
Windows they're said to be.
Look into them now, and tell me what you see.

Calling every angel born in Hell:
"A child of the stars looking for his soul to sell.
So few are left to be birthed of Orion's Belt."

Soon they came; rulers of every layer.
Each to make their offer, 
And leave their summoning prayer. 

"Centuries of wisdom, and a mind that holds no time.
The past, present, and future are all close friends of mine,
And the Titans of the Universe I stand so close behind."

They opened all my wounds to taste how I have suffered,
Shamed me for my scars and all that I've recovered. 
Then mocked me for my weakness, known only as 'The Lover'.

"It is forbidden for us to deal a soul of the cosmos,
And you taunt us for what you wish to sell.
But we've found something in you to make us heroes down in Hell."

You are protected by forces greater than your own.
Should any God or Demon make you bow before him,
Death would surely find his throne.

It's your heart that we desire, and the love that you still hold.
Grant us this purity and surely you'll have more than this world can hold.
Let it be known that your heart is the heaviest to hold.

Surely it is quite the burden to bear.
So strange in it's nature, let us free you from it's wear.
Success will quickly follow and embrace you in it's care."

Yes! Take from me all that you desire!
No longer will I suffer in it's muck and it's mire!
Do with it what you will in the cold and the fire!

With their prize, they left with no hesitation.
Legion upon legion; Hells' United Nations.
All for their Master and all in celebration.

Lowly creatures is what they're cursed to be.
They know me by many names, they know me by many faces.
And my heart I've sold on every occasion. 

Fools! Surely they must know!
That every heart I give away
Brings me the love that stays.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs

Details | Ballad | |

Lift a Spirit

It is that of a persons heart to which we live. The pain and suffering but at the same time the happiness that exist in the world. It is only human that we feel what we feel and act the way we do at times. But it is the most inner soul's being we strive to be who we really are. We all want the right person in life,the finer things we struggle, for dreams we find crush everyday as we fight just to merely exist and get by in life. But the love we have in ourselves is remarkable and untouch as we are what God wants us to be. No one said life be easy and he sure didnt make us sin free due to eve and the poison she brung upon this earth. But man is man as we face our weaknesses everyday as most strive to be better in some way and others just turning pure devilest ways. Its there we share the same dreams really you and me. You see,I am no different for if you cut; we all bleed the same color of red through our vains. But always stand tall and strong in your beliefs and doings in life, just as long as you know your right. But be not afraid to face the truth and consequinces of our actions. Its only God you have to answer to and no one else in life control the path you walk but that of a higher power. Sometimes,just be a friend of encouragement to one another and dont try preaching all time cause you saving no one. You just beating the bush with words that are loud but hearts that are hard. But be a friend cause that's one thing none us truely really have. Cause think about it, even they stab you in the back. But lift up a spirit even with a smile cause there be the true happiness and God's way of showing he care when he gave you love.

Copyright © Steve Harvell

Details | Ballad | |

IN MANTRA FORTIFIES

Preeminent is the birth of Christ.
We worship his life and seek his devise…

His dominant presence arises.
Aroused is our spirit.
Our soul is incandescent.
We are obligatory to the glory of God.
Luminescent is the essence of The Holy Scripture.

We sing gloriously.
We pulsate victoriously.
The Gospel is our voice harmonically.
Christ died on Calvary.

Hoisted to achieve amazing deeds, our life is a radiance of Heaven’s lights.
We worship the life of Christ.
Ascendant to prophesy of the world, peace is influential while war destroys.
Famine is metaphorically dumbfounded for the knowledge of God’s apostles.
Walk in rightful luminosity.
Insofar, your life is brilliance perceived.

We shout gloriously.
We pine exultantly.
The Gospel is our harmonic expression.
Christ died for our salvation.

Today we praise Christ, the Son.
Today we praise God, the Father.
One does not supersede the other.
Thru the Holy Spirit, we thump.
Through the Holy Spirit, God sends his Son.
The beat of our heart pounds in prayer as we bow.

Knees bent, by all means, amidst effervescent shimmering.

Croon praise!
Beatify the Lord’s way!
Our reliance is devoted to the Gospel resonated!

In mantra fortifies giving the highest praise to the life of Christ!
Refrain via song augments the Father and the Son.

Thru the Holy Spirit, we thump.
Through the Holy Spirit, God sends his Son.
The beat of our heart pounds in prayer as we bow.
Knees bent, by all means, amidst effervescent shimmering.
______________________________________________|
Penned on September 07, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker

Details | Ballad | |

Now with God

Tears for your Smile
Tears for your Heart
From this day on We are Apart
Now in Heaven 
Eyes Bright as Stars
Warm as the Sun
Genuinely Kind
Big as Bear
Loved by All
Now with God 
Sleep Well My Dear......xo

Copyright © Ninette Carey

Details | Ballad | |

WHY

Why did God create a life
That wasn’t meant to be
Why did He give eyes
If they were never meant to see
Why did He put breath in you
Then take that breath away
Why give you to me
If you were never meant to stay
Why show someone happiness
And how it feels to smile
And fill their hearts with hope
If it can only last a while
Why did God create the sun
When all it does is rain
How am I supposed to laugh
When all I feel is pain
Why let people dream
Knowing their dreams will not come true
Why should I find someone else
When all I want is you
Why say there’s a Heaven
When it doesn’t help to pray
Why is there tomorrow
When I long for yesterday
What’s the point in searching
Knowing you’re not there to find
Why give someone life
If death is following behind
So why God when He took my love
Did He not take me too
For life is not worth living
If it means I don’t have you...


By Raina Hutchins, from the UK

Copyright © Raina Hutchins

Details | Ballad | |

Unconditional

I feel a shiver run down through me
From my head goose bumps to my toes
The Holy Ghost burns my body sweet
As throughout the Lord’s words echo love
And recognition unto remembrance 
Of repentance and all those sins that have past
Gathered would have been heaped upon me
A pile of coal blackened black
But, it was my Savior 
Who gave all the love that He hath
Forgave one as weak as I
As He atoned for my lack
And loved me more, than…
Unconditional, than could a mere man

Copyright © Michael Smith

Details | Ballad | |

The tragedy of Loki and Freyja

It happened in the world called Asgard
Never heard by human ears
The history of one heart, scarred
And moved by love and fear

It's the story of a liar
Loki was his name
His heart of ice catched fire
The goddess Freyja was to blame

But he failed to tell her
And she moved on alone;
Now listen to what occured
In front of mighty Odins throne:

At that time the gods assembled
To feast upon their victory -
Many goddesses hearts trembled
The cause was Lokis flattery

But beautiful Freyja, angered by this
Stood up and stopped the flatterer
Lokis pride got hurt and he hissed
And with terrible words, he hurt her:

"Why do I need to shut my mouth
When your legs are wide open?
Of all the people here I doubt
You'd find one whom you haven't loved then!"

And before anything could be spoken
He left; a lonely god again
The bonds between them were broken
A lie, told to hide the loving man

But even gods sometimes surrender
To a mighty enemy, love or regret
He still was drawn to the other gender
To the woman he couldn't forget

He arrived at her chamber
Thoughts of apologie on his mind
Just to learn that Odin sent her
To a location undefined

And Lokis world again was grey
As he cried into the wind
"Why did you need to take her away
Just because once I sinned?"

Copyright © Franziska Keinath

Details | Ballad | |

I Forgive You Mommy

I forgive you mommy,
thank you for those 
few weeks.

I admit it was strange,
the feeling was new to 
me.

Thank you for letting 
me be a part of you.

You had your reasons 
why I had to go.

It hurt a lot when I was 
aborted, but maybe earth 
was never for me.

I'm in heaven now,
I'm God's little angel.

Don't you cry, 
I'll never hate you.

Thank you for 
bonding with me, 
sorry it couldn't be.

Even though I'm far 
away, I'll wait until 
another day.

When at heavens door 
you should appear, I'll 
be right there to hold 
you dear.

Written by: Poet Shi

Copyright © Poet Shi

Details | Ballad | |

The Adversary of God

The Adversary of God

It's been said
To dream a little dream
To gather the extreme
To exploit your angers
To worship your fears
The Creator of all question
You enter your confrontation
Of where fear meets reality
So strange, deranged psychedelic
Please rain
A champagne whirlwind spins
Creates a Great Storm
Blasting through
Fuqqing all the forgotten dead
"Necrophelliac I am"
Said the tall green man
"Let me inject my love into your veins.  For I am half man so Big and Strong.
The other half, snake.  Blackened soul".  
This world in my eyes so far and away
So strange, deranged
Psychedelic
Just rain
And the champagne whirlwinds spin creates the greatest storm blasting through
And he fuqqed all of the forgotten dead
And he fuqqed, he fuqqed 
Until they bled 
This world in my eyes
So far and away
So strange, deranged
Psychedelic
Please rain
So pass this kiss around 
   and around
You blow this kiss around
   and around
And everyday as the day's gone
   good
You fuqqed this kiss so big and      round
This world in my eyes
So far and away
This thrill in disguise
Cum laughing
Come play
This fuqq so strange
So fuqqing deranged
   And the psychedelics?
It's just my God Damned 
                                       RAIN........

   by €hristian Alexander


Copyright © Christian Alexander

Details | Ballad | |

Some Of Us

Some of us get it, some of us don't.
Many of us start the work some of us won't.
Different rooms with unfamiliar faces
Similar stories from a myriad of places.

"Keep it simple, take it easy". That's what I hear.
Truly a blessing not to cower in fear.
Trying to be silent, absorb what is said
To leave the group hopeful, not filled with dread.

Thoughts of my brother now four years dead.
Still feeling pain over angry words said.
Knowing with his God he is at peace.
Asking of my God for some sense of release.

Struggled along the way to six months earned.
Know how to stir up hornets nests, that I've learned.
Hearing the wisdom of all the aged codgers,
Grumpy old men thinking they're Mr. Rogers.

Making amends to those I had harmed,
Most understood, while others not charmed.
My path is clear, of that I'm certain.
Others decide to raise their own curtain.

Failure of others is painful to see.
Not watching my ass, that could be me.
The beast is a menace, indifferent to all.
Some of us rise, too many of us fall.

Copyright © Robert Kellogg

Details | Ballad | |

ONCE FRIENDS BUT NO MORE

i  once had two friends, you see who were very close to me. But then  they did me wrong and hurt me very badly, It took me a long time to get over it. But I did get over it I took it to My father God in prayer. I forgave them  and now Ive  moved on and get stronger every day.  We may all  meet again someday thats up to God. So to my two friends  who shall remain nameless  God bless you both. from  John

Copyright © John Robert Bones

Details | Ballad | |

JANUARY START OF NEW DAY

(1 January 2013 – 12:01AM)

By this first day of the year 2013
I am asking anyone to forgive me if I have things done that hurt you. 
I was sudden with the firecrackers
Sounds of bullets flying in the air
This is becoming a culture
That by the end and start of the year there shall be having a gun fire
Is this so not to put a gun as inutile?
I have no new year’s resolution at hand 
But I wanted to do my best to change whatever things needed to be changed. 
Oh God please witness my changes to manifest in my entire being 
from good to very good, from ordinary to extra ordinary and from evil to no evil. 
Let me love memories of 2012 that I have
Please forgive me God through everyone’s forgiveness.
I love everyone and someone. 
Thank you God! 

Copyright © Neldy Jolo

Details | Ballad | |

Reflection

I'm gone from this leaving my mark on your heart, Gonna let go, Break free, and release the built up anxiety, created by You!
I gotta a New Thang!
I found something more, Moving on, I found inspiration, a new dream, a new path with a brighter light at the end.
You see this New Thang creates desires and strengths recognized only by God
It's all about me, I'm first feeling Mighty on this pedestal
No more selling myself short 
I deserve more I deserve better
What you couldn't see was all the love and work God put into me
A rare breed
a queen, a mother, provider, and partner 
One who builds empires
One that makes a difference 
But I thank you 
See with transgression there's progress
Giving me the ability to see clear and recognize what I wanted was right here!
All along waiting patiently 
they say time is of the essence 
Well Mine is right now
I'm focused, straight ahead, no looking back
The four chambers that rests within my chest cavity 
Forgives You!
Which enables me to unlock the gate inheriting the blessings God has for me
Hence My New Thang!

Copyright © Brooke Haley

Details | Ballad | |

The Mirror of Abaddon

Fourteen-thousand years ago, a devil played a game
In his garden with an angel whom I shall not name.
The angel won or so he thought, “Now you must pay what’s due”
I’ll take your mirr’, your favorite one,  and break the thing in two.

The mirror was a magic one of evil dark and black
“The beauty of a perfect world, now what’s the fun in that?
This one’s far better, it twist, it pulls it shrinks before my eyes.
Instead of showing true reflections, this one shows me lies”

“I’ll tell you what, you won it fair, it’s yours but let’s do more;
I’ll help you break it here and now and it will be no more.”
The angel smashed it into two, his hammer in his hand.
“But why stop there?”, the devil said and smashed it into sand

The Devil grinned, “Good work my friend. See, I don’t even care”
He scooped a handful of the dust and blew it in the air.
Among the people of the earth, the grains of mirror blew.
The angel warned them “Close your eyes!” and blew his trumpet too

“What gift is this?” some people thought, Eve’s lesson was not learned.
and soon awoke with crusty eyes that itched and teared and burned.
“I see it now!” the faithless said “I am no longer blind!”
“Don’t be cross” the devil said, "Their eyes see now like mine".

Some were seized with a panicked fear, “The enemy is nigh!”, 
and with cruel rocks marched on their neighbors and sentenced them to die.
Others were charmed by shiny stones “Supplies are running out!”
The simple gifts that God had given were left to lay about.

Some saw themselves with grandeur high “I’ll wear this mighty crown”, 
I’ll be the King, you be the serf, and bow when I’m around.
The other ones yoked to the plow, “These types aren’t men at all”.
I’ll tolerate your presence if you're at my beck-and -call.

Of arrogance and fear and greed the mighty nations grew.
And men would starve and wars would rage for these unfaithful few.
So hear me now you righteous ones whom the devils would refuse:
In the game of life Good always wins, but bad will never lose.

Copyright © Yort Watson

Details | Ballad | |

Easter Day

Easter is glorious day,
Not only to enjoy,
The candy and Easter egg hunt,
But a day,
To rejoice,
In the Lord's resurrection,
Where He gave us,
His life,
To save us from our sins,
Which we all should remember,
And charish,
Each and everyday,
Of our precious lives,
In this world,
That His Father created,
For us all to live,
And gave us a choice,
Between right from wrong,
Which is not always easy,
But if we always turn,
To the Father and the Son,
We will always find,
Them by our side,
Carrying us along the way.

Copyright © John Hembree

Details | Ballad | |

YOUR FACE

It takes faith to believe, 
God really sees the poor;
Hears them crying out, 
Hopes and dreams for more.
This world's so insane..
But in a quiet place, 
I see my Abba Father's face;
His love for the lost and shamed,
And now I'll never be the same.

The Father's face gives faith to see
Through sacrifice I've been set free
To rescue others 'cause He rescued me
His hands and feet He made me to be

Its really hard to explain,
The pain and love in his eyes;
He gives me ears to hear,
Their restless, hopeless cries.
Now its all so clear..
I've been made His adopted son ,
The hope of Glory in me begun;
To care for the least of these,
I see your face down on my knees.

The Father's face gives faith to see
Through sacrifice I've been set free
To rescue others  'cause He rescued me
His hands and feet He made me to be

Copyright © Lyric Man

Details | Ballad | |

meaningful words

heavenly faces from angels I see come too me showing me things that will be. this evil is all around me bringing me too my knees. the father yahweh's  warrior ,I am, i'm also his scribe and bestfriend i'd like too think for my peoples sake. many miricles I've see in this world. the name of the holy Christ that died on this earth for our sin truly he was a teacher and friend.  I lye awake at night and god shows me many sites. visions of beauty that lets me know he's real his love they can never still many miricles I worked in his name of the holy Christ that died this earth too pay for our sin truly he was a teacher and a friend. I don't always do things right in the father's siteand my life throws brutality my way. god forgive my shortcomings this time for I was depressed out of my mind. allthese doctors would lock me away if I told them what  I hear and see for the rest of my days if I told them the things I hear and see, think god he releases my heart from that pain,but theres still nightmares that come my way and it happens every day come what may. I promise too fight for your Christians in this worldno matter the storm that comes apone me cause your love sets me free.

Copyright © steven coleman

Details | Ballad | |

What Did You Dream Last Night

I blow my Saxophone strictly for the pleasure...Its my gift from God one of my many Treasures.
      Took care of all eight of my children; Some have college degrees.....I take things
like they come,never hard to please.  Took care of my dear ole dad tho he neglected me.
Used to steal moonshine,to help my ole granny.  Long ago I did that stuff, myself still a
boy. No small stuff do I sweat ,No strangers have I met. Work hard,hard play,moving
obstacles out of my way.I love my wife, I love my life "Hey what did you dream last night!
God I love my music:My music I love by God! Seventy years old I am,still working in the
mines.  "Hey what did you dream last night" When he hits the number he's doing what God ask...doing what God loves,sharing and caring; Blow David ...Blow Your Horn,against all odds,against all adversaries. What a good brother! Hey that's my husband! Hey that's my dad!..Hey that's my uncle Dave,loving his own and others. Passion is his saxophone. He said to write a poem,especially for him..I call him uncle Dave, you see,but he's really a GOOD FRIEND! 

                                                     End poem
Dave ask me to write this Poem

..he's amazing! And he is still working in the salt mines,playing his saxophone,playing
numbers,and house painting on the side..And asking what you dreamed.












                                                



 







Copyright © Vicki Acquah

Details | Ballad | |

God gave me you

Love's undeniable journey 
explores all life,touches an 
amazing earth only you and
I can share between time.


All ups n' downs come with
Fortune n' price, but together
We will shatter a mountain of
Rock.

A place we can go hide closely 
cuddled cave, against the 
Closure of your misled arms,
Wrapped tightly around a spin
Of Saturn's that ring me.

As Pluto's fire, breaks guard 
closer to the sun.....Where GOD 
GAVE ME YOU] And an UNchained 
melody to sing.

Copyright © Carma Reed

Details | Ballad | |

Listen

Listen to the buzzing, in your ears,
Listen to the humming, of your fears,
Listen to the baby, crying inside,
Listen to the pleading, in your lover's eyes.
Listen to the music, you have never played,
Listen to the sinner, who's never been saved.
Listen to the empty, silence of your mind,
Listen to the whispers, of man kind.
Listen to the never, heard nor seen,
Listen to the listener, who has never been.
Listen to the monkey, you know you really are,
Listen to the wise man, who's never been that far.
Listen to the dying, crying man,
Listen to the bottle, buried in the sand.
Listen to meaning, you never really meant,
Listen to the letter, you never really sent.
Listen to the lovers, who loved another one,
Listen to the brothers, torturing their mum.
Listen to the noisy, who never say a thing,
Listen to the silent, crying deep within.
Listen to the never, ever really said,
Listen to the dead man, laying in his bed.
Listen to the flying, dying man,
Listen to the solid, only made of sand,
Listen to the night time, they told you that was day,
Listen to the meaning, they stole an took away.
Listen to the singer, who never made a sound,
Listen to the thunder, in the lightning cloud.
Listen to the voices, you never hear within,
Listen to the last train's whistle, whistling.

Copyright © ness tillson

Details | Ballad | |

Hera and Hephaistos

.Hera and Hephaistos.

Zeus and hera, King and Queen
Over all the Gods that ruled
In a fit of passion, one fine day
Made child, yet life was cruel
Hephaistos was an ugly child
All twisted out of shape
He walked just like a drunken man
Fun of him they‘d make.

The Goddess Hera felt a shame
In having such a child
She looked at all his ugliness
Her mind going all wild
She threw him from the mountain top
Into the deep blue sea
Yet Thetis took him down with her
For nine years there was he.

A gifted one he did become
A craftsman of renown
Forging artefacts of beauty
For the sea nymphs there to own
His anger at his Mother Hera
Was understandable
So he did work out his revenge
His plan was very cool.

He made a golden throne of beauty
And sent it to the Goddess
Who loved it, so did sit upon it
Yet though she tried her best
She could not get up from that throne
As it gripped her tightly there
She looked for someone to release her
Couldn’t find one anywhere.

They sought Hephaistros everywhere
To free his Goddess mother
And when they caught him he refused
He looked at one, the other
And told them I want Aphrodite
To be my blessed bride
Then peace made with his Goddess mother
One day he took her side.

This day when Zeus was beating her
His mother Goddess Hera
Hephaistros at his own peril
He did stick up for her
Zeus, he seized him by the foot 
And flung him from the heavens
Yet soon the two made peace again
And then peace it did reign.

The moral of this story folk
Is to tell you with respect
That your children are not there
Your glory to reflect
A child must seek his own glory
Not try to live for you
So listen to this story folk
And hear it’s wisdom true.

Copyright © Peter Duggan