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Jesus Ballad Poems | Ballad Poems About Jesus

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Christmas Magic

Christmas Magic

Christmas magic coming soon
It’s just five weeks away
It’s time to blow up those balloons
And make the home look gay
With lots of Christmas decorations
And a lovely Christmas tree
And lights to fill folk with elation
And Christmas mystery.

It’s the day the holy babe was born
So we must think of this
As we awake on Christmas morn
Brim filled with love sweet bliss
It’s a time to fill our hearts with joy
A time for happiness
I just adore these Christmas days
I do, I must confess. 

It’s the time to give the children joy
With lots of little gifts
Handed to each girl and boy
To give young hearts a lift
Then it’s time for a real good feed
And to drink a drop of wine
And eat much more than we all need
Because it’s Christmas time.

21 November 2013 @ 1245hrs.
For Gail's Contest. written by Peter Duggan


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Sea impression

                 
                 Wave a sea softened
                  and a pain and a tenderness
                   throw dreams in fascination
                   of the blue.
                   And let shave the waves of
                   Your eternity , oh, weigh
                    above me,
                    oh,weigh a  coast of years.
                    Carry far in azure, spiral
                    ships,
                    with bulging little abdomens,
                    flutter with mahagony pinions
                    and already in vain  expect you
                    to stop the scales harbours 
                    with hot flames for You are
                    open.
                    Far away, far away ,far away,
                    stretched string,
                    heart and frank await the 
                    hymn of June.
                    All sea sisters are dressed in
                    mother-of-pearl garment
                    embroidered of kiss of 
                    eternity. 
                    In the morning hunts them
                    fishermen and revive with
                    breath of their man’s hands.
                    In the evening girls wash 
                    their black tunics,
                    in their blue hearts,
                    their feet white ,who cadge
                    heavy chains.
                    The night is squeezed enigma
                    and ugly,
                    predatory like a bat pecking
                    of scarlet fig.
                    Sea sisters, sea sisters,
                    remember His steps 
                    which go through you noiselessly,
                  and ou swing like
                  bloody wine-
                 hold in His fingers Herod,
                 Pilate washes his hands,
                in Yours heirs
               and they bristled like winter
               icicles bristles of innoncent blood .
               There at Golgotha 
                hearing terrible cry,
                blood gushes like
               wounded river disappear
               like Easter roses,
              in weeds of flushed 
     preditory crowd,
     to open way of
     saving.
     Who is He?
     Do you heard 
     His name ?
     He is Messiah,
     God’s anoited
      Jesus Christ.
      Like little sheeps,
      clouds of candy floss,
      they welcome festivaly.
       Barefooted are feet 
      of lovely swarthy steps
     of the sun, came to bow,
      before You , Creator.
      The sea throws his 
       magnificent silver flesh,
      blue like heavently lace,
       to swallow all stars 
       only Bethlehem’s
      stays inextinguishable,
       pretty like uncreated
      like an apple of not 
      born girl.      


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An eye for an eye

Though I am not considered to be a Christian, [I love most religions] But I lover to read the gospels of Mark and Mathew, so I wrote them all in verse...Peter

Eye for Eye.

Folk were listening to our lord
Such a crowd had gathered round
The news of this enigma
Had spread from town to town.
The multitudes all came to him
To hear the words he spake
He’d been speaking there for quite a while
And the day was getting late.

The lord with Passion in his tone
He told those multitudes
{There were poor and rich, and saints and sinners
The good Lords words, their food}
He said to them “now you have heard
An eye for eye, and tooth for tooth
But I give you another law
So listen to my truth”.

“Do not resist an evil person
When struck on the right cheek
Turn to him the other also
Just hear these words I speak
If someone wants to sue you
And take your tunic too
Then let him have your cloak as well
This, I do say to you”.

If someone makes you walk a mile
Then walk with him for two.
Give what one may ask you for
This be the thing to do.
If someone would borrow from you
Then do not turn away.
Hear ye this, it be the truth
These words you hear me say”.


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The mustard seed

A mustard seed

Our savior told a story
In his usual way
He tried to make folk understand
As he did on many a day.
He said with voice all soft and calm
“What be it like? God’s heaven
What story can I use today
How can I tell you then?”

“It be like what happens then
When a mustard seed
Is planted there beneath the soil
It be so small indeed
“And yet” he said “once it be planted
So large the tree does grow
And spreads its branches all around
Gives shade where birds can go”

Our Lord, he used these stories
When he did talk to folk
And all that then could understand
They gained from words he spoke
He told folk naught without these stories
Yet to his twelve disciples
He explained then everything
To them he told it all.

2005





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Crimson Blood Sunset

Crimson Blood Sunset

If I could grab a piece of sunset at days end.
I would nurture it the night through,
That at sunrise, there would be twice the light.
How right it is to be in light.
As darkness descends, to grab a piece of sunset.
And set time on end, such that endings seldom matter and beginnings dawn the 
night sky like second chances dripping dew drops of fading sadness.
Ah what a sunrise that would be,
If I could grab a piece of sunset on such a day that things went right and I fought 
like a soldier with a newly sharpened sword of kindness.
Such a sunset, Such a sunset, if I could grab a moment’s peace, I’d grip it tight 
and never loose that hold to what’s right.
If I could tell my wife I loved her and mean it.
I’d tell her a thousand times in a thousand tiny things that men do in passing, but 
make me shudder.
A thousand nights of sunrise I tell you.
A thousand nights of sunrise, telling time to stop its pestering.
Tyrannical time beckoning to days end.
But if I could grab such that sunset, bright, brilliant, rainbows of light convincing 
me of my savior’s love.
I would bask in that moment nurture it, such that at sunrise there’d be a 
thousand Jesus loves you’s shining for all the day to see.
And me too, shining bright in such that double sunrise,
Spawned from second chances from secret sunsets.
If I could grab a moments peace just long enough to stare beyond this endless 
night of fear and monotony.
Ah Pride, let me alone and leave me be,
To grab this sunset.
Embroidered with purple and crimson sunshine.
Blood stained sunshine, convincing me that Jesus loves me and there is nothing 
to fear.
If I could grab a hold of that crimson blood sunset, now that would be something!


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The Turning Ground

*    It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                               winter is past the sun                                                                                               does bring the warmth of dancer’s spring                                                                     love rises buds begun                                     *                                                                                                                              The scent of coming flowers sweeps                                                                             away death’s sway new life                                                                                            It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                             death lies untrue, no wife              *                                                                                                                                 It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                                 the flowers, birds do care                                                                                             as life does fly towards the sky                                                                                    the song of love we share                                                                                 *                                                                                                                                As newness flames the hearts of kin                                                                            She sleeps only no breath                                                                                               It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                                 but life steps forth, she weds


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Words of the master

Words of the master

A man once asked the master
Which of us has the worth?
To enter in the holy kingdom
This man was down to Earth
And liked to ask the questions
The truth he had to know
The master looked into his eyes
With a deep, and holy glow.

A Rabbi, he took note of this
He thought it would be he
For he had all the virtues
Such a holy man he be
The master looked on past this man
Till his eyes lit on a child
He called the small child unto him
And at the lad he smiled.

He took the child into his arms
And said for all to hear
Those who be like this small child
The father he holds dear
They have the worth to enter in
My father holy place
The crowd they did not understand
Confusion touched each face


These words the master spoke, were true
To find that holy place
One must re find his innocence
Re-enter each that space
That each of us were born into
Each soul must delve within
And find the joy that each did know
When their days, did first begin.

16 December 2013 @ 1310hrs.





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Amilius

Amilius 500 thousand years ago we came upon the earth, in spirit form our natural state, the blue green planet searched, Amilius the first Adam came, first born of the one true God, We sprang into animal bodies, a subject of much mirth, no Frogs, death was no annhilatation. Some stayed too long in animal form and hardened, had to wait, went through the pain of death, the spirit joins his mates, 5 races started by Amilius, colors, black, white, brown, yellow and the red, Were started in 5 places, thoughts are deeds of the one Gods thought form, so the human race was bred. The Atlantean race were red of skin , In the mid Atlantic ocean, High explosives were used to rid them of Dinosaurs, Gas pockets joined the explosion, sunken land caused a commotion, almost annhilation.. Ra and Hermes built the great Pyramid, It took one hundred years, They were from Atlantis, where the sea drowning did, rear. Hermes the first and last Adam, Did float big blocks in the air, Thought form generated, Cut an shaped with perfect fair. Baptist John and Jesus studied, At the pyramid of Cheops, Initiated, prepared, thoughts flooded, Then they left the land of Egypt. Adam has returned many times, To help us here on earth, Not always noticed, steps Jesus climbed, Showed us the way to worth. Thoughts are deeds, from times of old, Could stop you dead, in deathly cold, Thought’s Indus valley Priests could hold, Your life gone in an instant. Don Johnson Why do we still have murderous terrorists, Fear is a great generator of thought form worry. Mass thoughts become deeds.


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Heavenly Journey

For God has guided you into his Heavenly Kingdom, 
for it is his promise to all that Believe. 
And so your journey has begun! 
And Jesus will hold you in his Everlasting Loving arms.


Poet: John J Myers
             
Copyright ©2013 John J Myers


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Finding the spirit and the truth within

This poem came from verse two of the ‘Gospel of Saint Thomas’. This is one of the gospels that the church did not want us to see. How can the ambitious ones who want power over us, rule us if we know that salvation comes through looking within. Not just from belief. I bought this gospel, and was pleasantly surprised. Jesus says in this gospel what the Buddha, Lao Tzu, and many other great spiritual leaders, Say. This is the way I live my life searching for the truth within. I will never ever just believe. Not too many people know about this Gospel. The church has done well in hiding it from us…….Peter

Finding your own truth.

Jesus said to the people
So very long ago
{He really loved to teach these folk
He wanted them to know]
‘Let they who seek, keep on searching
Until one day he finds.
When he finds, he will be troubled
It will astound his mind.

When astonishment touches you
Over all you then will rule
You must seek then to discover
The truth so wonderful
As you realize the spirit
That dwells so deep within 
And know within your own experience
The truth beyond the din.

It is not enough to follow
The truth that’s found by others
No one else can give you truth
Whether sisters, or your brothers
Each person must discover it
And find salvation too
Through the liberation of his soul
That’s what we all must do

7 February 2014 @1323hrs.




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