I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
Stars have never told a lie when wise men look unto the sky.
Messages from God on high, of happiness his angels cry,
Soon dawns a blessed morn.
Wise men travel through a land
with stately camels over sand,
Their caravan majestically grand
When Jesus Christ was born.
Shepherds watching over sheep, baby lambs they safely keep.
Some of them were fast asleep on a mountain rough and steep,
Soon dawns a blessed morn.
An Angel to these men appear
Saying they should have no fear
For the Christ child is now near,
When Jesus Christ was born.
To Bethlehem they journey long, Joseph with his love so strong,
Mary with child had done no wrong; the baby did to God belong
Soon dawns a blessed morn.
This baby comes to save from sin
No rooms were found in any Inn
A stables all they found for him
When Jesus Christ was born.
A star shone brightly overhead, lighting up this humble shed,
A lowly manger for his bed, the joyful news had quickly spread
When dawned that blessed morn.
Here wise men came and gifts did bring
Shepherds bowed to their new King
Mankind rejoices while angels sing
When Jesus Christ was born.
Contest: One of your Best
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
Fighting mid the strong and bold,
His eye and blade were keen;
Marching like a thund'ring storm
On foes of Faith, his queen.
Now returned in victory
Upon his mighty bay,
Set he off to Langley Tow'r
Her summons to obey.
"John the Squire," the footman called,
And held the oaken door;
Faith, it seemed, had gleaming eyes
Like never once before.
"John! 'tis good to see thee hale,"
The queen exclaimed, and rose:
Tales have sped to Langley's gates
Of many broken bows."
"God has saved me whole and well,
By prayers, I ween, of thee;
Tell me please, my lady Queen
What service I may be."
Saying thus, the squire bowed
And doffed his burnished helm;
Struck in awe by Faith, his love,
The queen of Arthur's realm.
"Gilbert saith," rehearsed the queen,
"That deeds of thee are done
Greater yet than those of Wat
Or even Henry's son."
Tears bedecked her youthful face,
And glistened in the light;
John the Squire, as she had hoped,
Had done her favour right.
"Nay!" the humble squire cried,
"This word is not so true!
How could I, the meanest squire,
Perform the deeds they do?"
"Hush!" It was a firm command;
"I'll hear these lies no more;
Kneel before me, Squire John,
A knight shall leave the door."
Down before the queen he knelt,
He pledged his knighthood true;
Swore her ev'ry small command
With cheerful heart to do.
From his side she drew his sword,
She struck the accolade;
"Thus the greatest knight," she said,
"Is from a squire made."
From her hand the sword did fall,
It clashed upon a stone:
"John, if battle claimed thy life,
How could I be alone?"
"God has prospered all my ways;
My Queen, I praythee, cease!
Soon these wars shall claim our foes,
And Britain be in peace."
Faith remained there by her throne,
With light upon her hair;
Not one maid of Camelot
Was even half so fair.
"God be with thee evermore,"
She bravely said at last;
"Guard and keep thee from the foe
Until the very last."
John the Knight farewell did bid,
And swiftly rode away:
When the wars were hammered out,
He'd be a king in May.
For the Famous Art contest. Inspired by the painting "The Accolade" -1901 by Edmund Blair Leighton.
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013
I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
I’m in such a state of confusion,
I don’t understand what I’m doing
I know your there
And I know you care
But I can’t see you
I can’t hear you
I just don’t know what to do
I know your there in the stillness,
Waiting to heal this illness
There is a deep hole
A sickness in my soul,
Disease in the depths of my heart
But How to fix it
I wouldn't know where to start
How it came to be
Is a deep mystery to me
I know that I am broken
We all are in some way
But rarely are these things spoken
Rarely do I have the courage to say
The secrets kept within
The depths of my sin
But if I hide it how can it be healed
How can the healer heal?
If I keep my heart sealed
What if I let down my shield?
Will I be attacked or disgraced
Or will I be embraced
I’m too scared to find out
To be found out
So I hide my face
I only let people see part of me
I only let people get so close
I don’t want them to see
I don’t want them to know
And so I end up alone
I’ve been to the bar, the clubs,
All the social hubs
But no one cares about my hurts
Life’s all about chasing skirts,
Fancy cars and nice shirts
Or is there something beyond drunken nights, and flashing lights
Is there something really worth living for, an open door to something more?
An invitation to a new destination
A path to peace, a sweet release
A new life to claim, an escape from the shame
I believe there is, some days I forget
But my life isn’t over yet
Tomorrow is a new day
I can live life your way
With love and peace
With guilt and shame released
With a new heart
And a new start
A reason to live
And something to give
To this broken earth
Of invaluable worth
At my very core
I know I was born for more
Than to live and to die
Without knowing why
I don’t have it all figured out
But I know without a doubt
That the world needs love
And that love comes from above
Because human love is not enough
That is why there is a deep hole
And a sickness in my soul
But to me has been revealed
The way to be healed
Now I have a mission
A reason for existence
To bring healing to the earth
To the unloved, the broken, the rejected
And tell them what they are worth
So that Jesus’ love will be reflected
And this love will give birth
To many people being resurrected,
Redirected and completely accepted
To a wonderful and glorious rebirth
Copyright © Roland Fleming | Year Posted 2013
I AM YOUR SERVANT
I adore You Oh God, my King and my God,
The Most Powerful among all...
I am Your servant Father God
I want nothing but to follow You
Tomorrow Oh Father God
Coat us with the Holy Blood of Your Son Jesus Christ
Father God, I acknowledge that You alone
is the greatest source of wisdom, strength and guidance.
Tomorrow Father God, me and my brothers and sisters in Christ
will walk and try in every way to win souls
as one Father God, we will try to seek for the lost, empty and sick
as one Father God, we will share our life testimony
this the life changing experience
we have had since the day we accepted You as our God
as one Oh Father God, we will be united in one will and one mission
this is to widen Your kingdom
We will do this by sharing Your gift of salvation and healing
Oh Father God, I ask You humbly to fill us
Cleanse and purify our hearts and minds
Allow us to be worthy in partaking this task
Sent unto us Your Holy Spirit to empower us
I believe oh Father God that
if one or two is gathered under Your Name
You are in the midst of them
I invite Your presence to engulf our beings
Open our spiritual eyes to see those who needs you most
Open our ears to be sensitive to Your living words--our bread of life
Open our hands to give the best of what we have to serve You
and I believe anything we will do for Your greater glory You will refill
You said to Your words You will provide us everything
Open our hearts and minds so that we may fully understand the preaching
Oh Father God, Your servant is not a good speaker
but I believe Father God, thru Your Divine POWER
You will anoint me and so the words
that will come out from my mouth
are the words You want us to know
Oh Father God, Your servant is not a singer
but I believe Father God You will lead me.
You will not much care on how my voice is.
The most You will care about
is the voice of my heart.
You will care on the purity
of my intentions for You know
that I am singing a song
to lift Your Name on high,
To give You praise,
To bring You glory
and to bless Your Holy Name.
I sing songs to thank You
and to express my love on You.
Oh Father God, Your servant is not "somebody"
but I believe Father God
You will make a "somebody" or "nobody"
be "someone" under Your Name
Like King David in the Holy Bible
the youngest, the shepherd
but You made Him the man closest to Your Heart
Like Paul and Peter whom scared
you turned them as two
of Your greatest apostles.
Oh Father God we rely on You,
We seek Your presence in us
Allow us to wear Your armour:
a helmet that is Your salvation
a belt that is the truth
a breastplate that is righteousness
a shield that is a fortified faith
a pair of shoes that is Your living Words
a sword that is Your Holy Spirit dwelling in us.
I am thirsty and hungry for Your presence in my life.
I know You alone can fill the holes still present in me.
I offer myself as Your servant Father God
speak to me, speak to me
reveal to me, reveal to me
tell me more, tell me more...
10:01 pm, April 16, 2015
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015
He is the only King who touched my soul.
In his arms, I found my self whole.
He pulls me up when I was down.
He saves my soul in flaming lawn.
Through His Father, the Sovereign God.
He was sent in Earth with all His love.
By the womb of woman with faith and trust,
A child was born ,brought the message from God.
He is the light that shines my way.
The inspiration to face every battle.
He is the strength when I am weak.
He is the closest friend I used to speak.
Whenever rain pour down the sky.
I thank God when he sees me cry.
I remember the love that so divine.
When He sent to us His begotten son.
** 3rd Place Winner in Debbie Guzzi's Contest:Jesus & Mary for Easter **
Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2014
God is always love
Forever seek the kingdom;
Praise the creator
Keep giving what you can give
Please endure until the end
Protecting the meek ones earth
Watching over us
Helping us to cope with life
Comforted with hope and trust
When you find rhythm
You find your hearts inner core
Celebrate the times
Make them better than before
Reminisce and dance all night
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013
What is the best gift you ever have?
Who gave it to you?
When did you last receive a gift?
What have you done after receiving that gift?
Did you use?
Did you keep?
Did you brag about it?
Did you exercise that gift?
Did you share them?
Did you say thank you to the giver?
Did you do something as an exchange for that gift?
Our Father God is so good
that everyday He is daily giving us a gift.
Each day we are given a gift--- life...
Walk around and see how the world around breathes
The blue clouds drawing some bear, dog or even a human.
The trees that swing left to right with the wind hum.
The flowers that exhales fragrances tripping on air.
The birds that chirps and the running water soothing lyre...
then stand infront of a mirror and see the best gift you can give.
YOU, yourself is a gift to someone.
Your kind words.
Your simple act of kindness.
Your selfless service.
Your effort: participation.
Your unfailing love.
Are these not gifts if done with sincerity?
©O. E. Guillermo
07:37 pm, February 22, 2015
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015
on this special day
I doest say
that thy mother is of graceful sort
it hath been said she is devine
and I do holdeth this to be true
now dearest mother may I be so bold
to tell you the sun still shinest on one so old
as true as this be
you still grasp your faith
like the roots of a tree
tis said you are wise
and this I have found true
the eye doeth grow deceived when it is drawn upon you
as your thoughts become known
only then your age is shown
Copyright © brandy wassam | Year Posted 2014
He stood before the soldiers,
a king draped in royal purple.
He was crowned
with a circlet of thorns woven together,
and pressed into His brow:
Sharp, piercing, cruel thorns.
And His blood
Mocking soldiers played their part well.
Bowing low with sneering faces
then rising up with wooden staff
they struck Him,
over and over and over again.
The king said not a word.
They spat on Him and laughed.
The king remained silent.
No condemnation escaped His battered lips.
He was brought before His subjects,
beaten, bruised, but not broken.
Crucify Him! Crucify Him!,
His subjects shouted as they rejected Him.
So He was stripped of His robe,
nailed to a crude wooden cross,
where His blood
"Father, forgive them!", He cried.
"They don't know what they are doing."
They didn't know who He was.
They didn't know that He had come
to teach them the path to God.
They didn't know that it was for their sin
He was dying.
They didn't know that He was the one
they had been waiting for:
their Messiah, Deliverer, King.
They didn't know how much He loved them
as His blood
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2014
His lucent light illumines her eyes
His face outshines the sun
His ethereal beauty unveils the skies
Her vibrant vision swiftly succumbs
Her silenced tongue, his intimate touch
His intangible hands sliding/slithering
Spiraling down with a gentle glide
Her body cold and shivering
His fiery eyes ignite a flame
Her attention he gains as she stares
Their lips entwine, his blissful rapture
Devours her heart from cares
Encapsulated, she can't escape
He clutches her in his arms
Her safe haven, her wedded love
His pearl preserved from harm
Her beating heart, a decelerate speed
Her aperture devoid of breath
His succulent waters drown her tongue
Compelling her closer to death
Solitary seclusion, her world in diffusion
Subverts her mind, subtracts her understanding
He gains her trust, thrusting utter confusion
Rest assuring her of a safe landing
She drowns herself to ceaseless sleep
In his grasp from detouring distractions
At her beauteous site, he rejoices and weeps
Absorbed in her FATAL ATTRACTION
Copyright © Leonard Gage | Year Posted 2013
Met with you the first time, knowing not what I had just found.
Working days and nights beside you, walking unit’s hard ground.
Helping one another in and out of these day’s crisis.
Trust in easy comfort sharing secrets and our vices.
Blinded by your selfless nature under our same God’s eyes.
Colored hues of virtue burned into your soul it rides
Times enduring twelves in truth and depth of pasts and yet-tos.
Corners turning heads to tails in trails you doing time thru.
I have watched you suffer dating burden from his cold hand,
Wanting many times to tell you to break from that dead man.
Wisdom needing to remind me, hope was holding you still.
Losing grip, you make the change and years returning, Love will.
My prayers carry wishes for you, one day’s given good spouse.
Under Holy Ghost’s soft guidance, making your home, God’s house.
Sharing smiles and tears in keeping promise past the last day.
Into Christ’s embrace that shines you through a Heaven’s gateway.
Always just a thought away you will be after our end.
Grateful in my heart to have been given such a rare friend.
Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2014
With the beginning of each new day.
When I look at you I say,
"How could have I been so blessed?"
As I take you in my arms and caress.
It's only the beginning for us,
With a life time of love and trust.
We have family and friends,
That we count on and depend.
They share with us their love,
That only comes from God above.
Because of You, Lord, our love holds true.
This I know will see us through.
For richer or poorer,
In sickness and health,
For better or worse,
Till death do us part.
Our new beginning, a new start...
"Dedicated to my husband of 25 happliy married years."
Copyright © Cinda Carter | Year Posted 2014
The Keyboard of My Heart
The Keyboard of my heart has no ivory keys to play
Music comes from what I think, dream and what I say
A melody that people hear is my happy, sensitive heart
It is a song that will stay and never from me depart.
There are also no black keys in the keyboard of my heart
And you can in fact not tell the black keys from the white
No hands are found striking these keys that don’t exist
Yet the sweetness of the chords no heart can really resist
With no white or black keys in this keyboard of my heart
Where and how does the music begin to make a start?
No music sheet was written for this keyboard of my heart
Music that you hear gets your feet tapping to every part
No musician, grandmaster plays this keyboard of my soul
It sends forth a celestial joy to the weak and to the bold
The weak and frail are not excluded from this joyous tune
They need no physical energy to frolic from morn to noon
The bold and strong live in this music which never stops
It is not a piece of music bought in some corner shop
Because it’s not for sale the poor also to this music dance
Yes weak, bold both rich and poor all have an equal chance
No very expensive grand piano or master music hand
Is needed for the music seems is written in the sand
So as you see me frolic, dance to the music of the band
Ask that the keyboard of your heart be touched by the “Master's Hand."
By Stan Almendro ©
Copyright © Stanley Almendro | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
In the beginning it was dust
being tossed around in the wind with no direction
wandering for a home that could not be found alone
laid out on hot pavement dried out and seeking
then the rain fell upon, mending together to form clay
bringing forth a new life form
from which by itself was alone and dead
water shall be made available to all
which shall give the texture to work with
few will absorb into a ready substance
seeking to be like the lamp stand which set the example
washing away the stones which caused it to separate
the Potter shall embrace with guidance
pouring the perfect mixture on a solid foundation
for this new creation to be molded
for all has been brought forth to press on
Just as clay while being formed into his creation
will fall and try to go on its own
for it has no support within itself
and has to be known it can not do it alone
but he watches closely and with his hands
he continues to mold and patch all things right
for he knows its path and direction
for only by staying in the center of his hands
shall it be raised up into a finished product
set up to be baked by the fire to purify
which then can be filled with overflowing water
Copyright © Stephan McBride | Year Posted 2013
by Mel Eyas Dicdican
In the days of my sorrow
I am wandering like a sparrow.
Happy days have passed
But my love for you will ever last.
Thinking of you for a moment
Could at least minimize my torment.
Neither my love can reach you
Nor my hands can touch you.
Even if you are gone
But I cannot forget everything you've done.
I love you with all my heart
And nobody could tear it apart.
If only I could turn back time
I would make sure to make it sublime.
But I am only human to change the world
And my strength cannot afford.
All I know now is to cherish the past
And wait until my days last.
If in this world we are not meant to be
Hope in the next would be you and me.
Copyright © Mel Dicdican | Year Posted 2015
How can i describe you?
A friend of mine describes his parents as
Another said they are
One who never wanted to hurt hers
told me hers are
Distant and lonely
I met one who spoke in my ears
That his mom is silly
And his dad a drunkard
Others call them
evil, sinister, diabolical,
Though most choose to say it softly
kind, giving, hardworking but unapproachable
But how can I describe you,
Mom and dad?
Saying you are loving and caring
Its an understatement
How can i describe you?
You teach me right from wrong,
You encourage and support me ,
You laugh with me and wipe my tears away,
when i cry
Yes you are honest,
You are wise,
You are respectful,
You are intelligent,
You are a blessing,
So warm, tolerant but patient,
But that doesn't satisfy it all
You're the reason why I'm so strong,
Because you inspire
You are the reason why am smart
Because you nurture
You are the reason why i believe
Because you faith-filled
When I need you, you're always there
I hate defeat because you taught me victory
I have a confession to make
When it comes to describe who you are to me
I am just speechless
Dedicated to my dad and mom James and Cinda Carter
Like with every relationship, they have had their highs and lows
But no one can rule out that its the best couple i know so far
They love God, they love each other and them love me
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Poet: Rodgers Roger Carter
Time: 12:00:00 AM
Copyright © Rodgers Roger Muhereza | Year Posted 2014
Scattered on the ground,
Out of their element.
Deprived of its origin.
Clarity no longer visible.
In the purest snow,
Frozen to the core.
Stripped away so rash.
Trampled into dust.
Stolen without knowledge.
Endless death fighting to prevail.
Copyright © Alina Councilman | Year Posted 2013
Looking at His world here below
Feel His love fall down on us
So much goodness he bestows
Through Him we're so bless!
Look up at the starlight
Each special light designed
Showing to us as bright
With all His love so fine
In each new day a reason
See the points that shine
In every life there's a season
His LOVE is perfect and divine!
Dorian Petersen Potter
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015
Oh how beautiful the day you gave to me
A new and bright glorious day your mercy is new and your love is fresh
Lord I desire your ways and your rest to see your hand touch my life
Is great and peaceful and keeps me right
I stand and look inside my soul
The way you make things unfold
The little things Lord they make me new
The touch of the wind gives me life from you.
The flowers and there fragrance are lifting me up
I love you Lord your precious to me even though I fail and wander you take me in and make me humble
Your ways are glorious why can't the world see the light you give inside me take my hand Lord help me be
The woman you made when you set me free.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
All poems are copyright!©
Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013
Snow sprinkles the ground
as delicate as sugar
crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage
only found in the heart of a child's imagination.
Like happiness it can melt in your hands,
and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on
Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth
hugging till the land soaks in it's providence
white like the pages I battle with
Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground
And when it lands,
A blanket of perfection
glistening the season to a crisp
gently the sun arises
"there's no where to go today,
I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."
Copyright © Madison Caldwell | Year Posted 2013
Noah’s ark was real not a fiction
It had a door to escape God’s affliction
Noah delivered a warning message
But the folks mock their own presage
Men grew in sin and matured in transgression
And ignored Noah’s loving confession
The Door stood open a long time
Until time begin to climb
The Lord finally shut the Door
And the rain begin to pour
120 years of grace finally came to a halt
God administered judgment by default
The Door was a glorious type of Christ
He was the Lamb of God who was price
Jesus said “I am the Door of the sheep”
He is the only Door of that Great ship
Jesus is our Door of salvation
Wherein we enter and float as new creation
Behold He stands at your door this day and knock
Let Him in, you’ll find pasture as a partaker of His Holy flock
Then said Jesus unto them again, Verily, verily, I say unto you, I am the door of the sheep- John 10:7
Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2013
Dear Jesus… I realize
how much I really need you!
I want to honor,
love and trust you!
I know that others will
I know that you’re here….
And will take care of me!
Your principles of holy
living is what you taught!
Love, Joy and peace…
is what you brought!
May I bring honor
to your name!
Your message of salvation,
I need to proclaim!
Dear Jesus… You’re all I need!
And so much more!
It’s you that my life
was meant for!
I offer to you, my lord,
praise and thanksgiving!
For all you’ve done,
And the life you’re giving!
You all I’ll ever need!
The anointed one!
There’s victory in YOU!
Life’s battles are won!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
I visited a garage sale. And had a
surprised look on my face.
I noticed that some things
were "out of place."
To my right... Was a shelf filled with books..
And Christian ones too.
To my left... Was a sign that read;
"I have adult movies for you."
I wondered and thought with
some kind of amazement.
"Does this person read these books.
And watch this "entertainment?"
This is common in many Christian homes...
Often... People cross God's
"boundaries" and "safety zones."
Anyone can go to church.
Pray, sing and "shed a tear."
Not realizing that sin's temptation
is drawing ever so near.
Do you seek God's holiness and the
power of Jesus' name?
But each night... Before bedtime...
Things aren't quite the same...
Have you opened up your heart
and mind... And live life unfulfilled?
Is this the way you ought to live?
Is this what God has willed?
He desires to live inside of you.
And help you to discover.
With any stronghold in life. He'll help you to recover!
Are things in life "out of place?"
And need to be put back together?
Allow God's word to guide you!
His promises are forever!
Everything will be where it should be...
With Jesus In control!
Only he can defeat the enemy that
seeks to destroy your soul!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012
"The Wretched Prince"
You were my hope
And all my dreams,
But all of that has changed,
Because I treated
You so bad,
And if I could
Just turn back time,
I'd claim you and,
I'd make you mine
I'd treat you
Like a Princess fair,
Hold you close,
And stroke your hair
A precious jewel
You would be,
Loved by me
I'd be your Prince,
Your Hero true,
Would I keep from you
But this is not
A Fairy Tale,
I missed the mark,
I lost the trail
Your "Prince" was just
A wretch, it seems,
Of killing dreams
No, I failed that too,
You got much less
Than you were due
I rack my brain,
I beat my breast,
Realizing that I failed the test
And I know this,
You played no part,
In the reckless murder
Of your heart
We had it all,
We were "that pair"
I ruined that,
It wasn't fair
I promised not
To play that game,
But in the end,
I hold the blame
You were "the one"
I always said,
Then cruelly left
Our love for dead
Your faith in me
Was rare and just,
I finally ground
It into dust
I crushed your faith,
And acted small,
And caused a bitter rain
I hurt you love,
And I regret,
The pain I caused,
You can't forget
And if I could
Reset the clock,
Erase the pain,
The hurt, the shock
I'd do it now
I swear it's true,
Undo the harm
I did to you
But time moves forward
I am told,
It leaves me sad,
And feeling old
With words too little,
And too late,
I took your love,
And left you hate
These words I offer
With hope you can
Believe they're true
You were so strong,
Yet fragile too,
I tore a precious thing
I pray that God
Will soon repair,
I was so quick to tear
I thank you for
The strength you shared,
The love you gave,
And how you cared
Your courage helped me
To go on,
When all of mine
Was dead and gone
All I left you
Was pain and strife,
And I'll regret that
All my life
Please know your tears
Don't fall alone,
I miss the place
We once called home
This wretched "prince"
Will hobble on,
No longer part,
Of your sweet song
I can never claim,
But I will not
Forget your name,
My honor, blanketed by shame,
But I will not forget your name.
Copyright © Brian Wallace | Year Posted 2013
It was a homeless old man near a shoe store who fell asleep
He was so tired that nap turned to a sleep that was deep
A little boy walked passed with his mother and noticed that the old man had one shoe
He felt sad, “mother it’s something I just got to do!”
That little boy face was full of tears
His little heart grew big because he cared
He grabbed both of his mother’s hand and tightly grasped them leading her into prayer
After the short and quick prayer, “Mom I was just told to share.”
He had ten dollars from his allowances that he saved for weeks
His mother didn’t know what to say, she couldn’t even speak
Immediately he rushed in the shoe store and asked the clerk how much was that one black wing tip shoe
The clerk had a big smile and said it was thirty-two
Every customer and fellow employee gave money to make the little boy prayer come true
Instead of thirty-two dollars he now had sixty four
He quickly grabbed the shoe box and ran out the door
The little boy shook the old man out of his sleep and gave him the box
When the old man woke up his eyes was full of tears and he was shocked
Big crocodile tears rolled down his face
He grabbed the little boy and gave him the tightest embrace
The old man yelled, “This is the best gift yet!”
Some say the old man got up and danced until the sun set
Mark 12:30-31 (NIV) Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’[a] 31 The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b] There is no commandment greater than these.”
Copyright © Jeffrey Lee | Year Posted 2016
There are two laws that precede any others:
Love first thy God, and then love thy brothers.
But when we see another engaged in some wrong,
do we offer forgiveness or join with the throng
casting their stones, as their hatred they spew
claiming God’s judgment to back what they do.
“It says in the bible, don’t do this, don’t do that…”
Does anyone wonder why the message falls flat?
We go to our churches, and sing songs of praise
but then when we leave we embrace sinful ways.
We claim to know Jesus, we’ve felt of his love
but rather than spread that, we push and we shove.
Yet forcing our morals on others is flawed
do we really think that will bring them to God?
We seem to forget, life is meant to be hard,
that all of us struggle, and in that regard
we are no better than any known sinner,
if we must cleanse a vessel, can we make it the inner?
When others are doing some act we despise,
trust God with the judgment and silence the cries.
Let’s open our hearts, look again at God’s child
struggling through life, and by others reviled.
Let us offer a haven, our friendship, and care
let us strengthen the weary, give hope to despair.
For loving thy brother, comes not with condition
and failing to do so is guilt by omission.
For there are two laws that precede any others:
Love first thy God, and then love thy brothers.
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015
devils' cannot go round corners'
evil cannot bend-
it is mostly found in madmen
...in many cases
"some married men"
they all wear bare face masks,
the evil of the deciever is located
in their eyes...connected to a rotten
heart...here the deceit is beating...
..."sin salivating demon"...
they are frustrated fallen women...
predators of women and children,
you can find them on your t.v
preaching Christian words,...
the flesh of young
they love to torture,
another so called "Christian, politician"
to be exact, preaching against
found himself in prison,
for raping children,...that's a fact
the devils work, gives lips service
to that of a spiritual demon flirt
none of you can be trusted,
you are all potential rapists'
just a matter of time
before your a%s is busted,
before the truths' uncovered
ass holes point the finger at gays...
when you are the real reason
why you go to church and pray
it is not to find your faith,
for you have none at the start,
...for you wouldn't do
the kinds of things
that break a childs heart...
you know it is only a matter of time
before your life falls apart ...
hang your head in shame you bastard!!!
hang your head in shame...
you're the reason why women leave men
why so many despise your type
the heart of this man is not be trusted...
from experience this logic commands
...another supposed family man...
Hiding behind his family...his wife
don't preach to me you sinner...
all of you make me laugh...
you won't find me in one of churches
your mind bending cult...
perfectly built to house sinners
your the ones' who take it up the a#s
this so called religion
you hide behind...
you yourself a joke...
Now I could write a passage
of compassion-be a real bleeding
but as adults who are we protecting
here...the child...or these nobs
these predators...that steal
a childs innocence...a childs dreams
there is no compassion
only an abyss I cannot forgive
anyone...anyone for this...
for these kids
a life of nightmares dark shadows
and silent screams...they'll either end up
victims...or brave courageous...
strong and determined human beings...choose a life
of love somehow become a beautiful
for devils only walk straight lines...
in God you will repent...
in God there is no pretence...
Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2007
First and above all
He dreamt me up, had me in regards
Prior to conceived, befit me for salvation
Timely was parturient into realm that was, is and forever will be
Little nothing known I, wholly out-and-out shed He supreme priceless blood.
Could He resent dying on the woods?
Nail-pierced palms’ no hilarity
Doubtlessly fleshly heart as mine was His
Torment and anguish trepidation interweave
Shudder to death in imagination of His death knowledge
Evoke mocking and disdains and beatings with cursing render repentance
How innocence turned guilty for wrongs
Cleansed as filthy garment purged in blood to whiteness
Had I gone onto altar for me, I’d fail acceptance as offering.
Lamb worthily solitary slain, sins exonerate
What shall I repay Lord demise on intersection?
His is silver, gold own I not, words of mouth thanking Him the Lord gave
What feasibly of value can I, for Jesus do, equate that He’s done on the cross?
Instead, “Thank you King Messiah, Lover of my soul.”
Who else is worthy to open the scroll breaking seven seals?
Who can go to God arbitrating iniquities?
Only Jesus Christ the Son of the Living God High above in holy heaven on glorious throne
Moreover He’s Love of my heart
None other is Life and Counsel.
He deserves honor and glory and majesty and worship from all
Described as Wonderful, Marvelous, Precious and Adorable
Nothing alike to Him; be it on lands, in depth of waters or yonder horizons
No one matches His standards, but His love endures human imperfections
He is the Almighty, Omniscient, Omnipotent, Omnificent, and Omnipresent.
His name is Jesus-The One and the Only ONE, besides Him is no other than He
Blessed be the name of Jesus forever and ever.
Copyright © Mwisha Ephrem | Year Posted 2013