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Details | Quatrain | |

Lonely Dreams

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

Details | Free verse | |


Love was in the air when he laid eyes on her.
Childhood; elementary and even high school with her.
Walking towards her, he greeted her.
Anxiety spiraled as he hugged her.
Conversation grew deeper as he sat with her.
Wanting to get closer because he was falling for her.

Another woman called pausing the time he was having with her.
Knowing he had to answer; he stepped away and spoke to her.
She stated that something wasn't quite right with her.
She said that her stomach had been bothering her.
Now he's thinking back if he came inside her.
Thinking if she lied to him about her tubes being tied within her.

Does he blame himself for listening to her?
Knowing right from wrong and yet he can't blame her.
Does he blame the devil for allowing him to be intimate with her?
Is he not a human that makes mistakes just like her?
Begging God to make a way for him and her.
Asking God to forgive him for committing the sin with her.

God said, "relax my son, you were only dreaming of her."

Copyright © Pace INK-U-SCRIPT | Year Posted 2012

Details | Couplet | |


I was a bright, outgoing boy, who sat at the front of the class.
Then, one day that all changed, i feared to even raise my hand for a pass.

I had many close friends, loved sports and school plays.
Then on that day fear beset me, and long gone were those days.

I remember my school, i knew it inside and out.
But now i have blank spots, certain things i've shut out.

Thanks to God and His mercy, i don't recall that foul act.
But i know that it happened, no doubt, that's a fact.

Now, to the person who did this, i have nothing to say.
But, my God will remember, and He'll get you someday!

Copyright © stanley copley | Year Posted 2006

Details | Rhyme | |

The Hypocritical Christian

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.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet | |

The Harmony of Percieving Colors (The Conclusion to Brians Contest)

All the colors that my eyes see
Seem to become a part of me

The red that bleeds my angry days
The gray that shades my darkest ways

The green forest that brings me ease
The purple tracks from my disease

Toni’s black outfit fills my nights
Faith is now my pillow of white

Colors lead to one conclusion
The rainbow is God’s illusion

Through the rainbow what my eyes see
I perceive immorality

For within the words that I write
The will in man to face the fight

To change his life and learn to be
A child of God proud and free

Everyone perceives, as they will
I can only write what I feel

I feel these colors in my soul
God’s rainbow leads to streets of gold

Of all I do and all I see
These colors bring me harmony

Harmonic balance brings me peace
For all my dreams are now in reach

Protected by the flaming sword
I accept Christ to be my Lord

Of all I do and all I feel
I am a servant to his will

It is the Lord who yields my pen
All the glory I give to him

In my words can you not perceive?
Gods rainbow truly brings me ease

Harmony now lives in my soul
See serving God has made me whole

Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009

Details | Couplet | |


All that I had, just yesterday
Has suddenly, been taken away
Me yes me, a foolish man of clay
Suddenly I have so much to say
When instead, I'd be wise to pray
Why oh why, me oh my
Take me now I want to die
I liked it better, when I was perched on high
My wings were strong, I loved to fly

I was given much, I gave no thanks
I sat upon lush river banks
My ship majestic, I watched as it sank
Now this world seems cold and dank

My cup was full it over flowed
Yet gratitude I barely showed
Instead of narrow, I chose wider road
My love of self it barely slowed

If only I had seen more clear
I wonder if I'd now be here
Feeling alone and filled with fear
Oh please dear God, I need you near

I heard him say, I'm sorry son
Your life is over, now it's done
You chose your god, I wasn't the one
Love of plenty and pleasured fun!

So down to Hell my soul is brought
A place of pain both cold and hot
My insides squeezed inside a knot
Now what I treasured doesn't mean a lot

From this nightmare, I thankfully awake 
My soul and being begin to shake
Please Lord forgive me, my mistake
Help me learn to give, instead of take!

I try to be thankful every day
With God's help, stay on the narrow way
It's not about me and that's okay
Vision much clearer, when to Jesus I pray.

This poem was inspired by my brother Roy. 
He sent an email that asked "What if you only woke up with what you said 
thanks for yesterday?" what a great question!

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

Details | Limerick | |

O Worldly Concept god

“O commercialized corporate franchise” 
Thou that holds illusions in selling lies
    Max out your credit cards
    Lenders be holder’s lords
Forfeiting all bank notes as owner cries

“O commercialized corporate franchise” 
My babies wonder about Christmas guys
    My babies’ futures be scared
    Must obey corporate lords
“O thou commercialized corporate lies”

Just commercialized greedy Xmas rush
Souls like zombies of  the corporate thrust 
    The X  of  the Christ
    O Love’s sacrifice
“In commercialized corporate we trust”

For Commercialized Humor contest
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire

Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2010

Details | Epigram | |


The appropriateness of our actions, the Lord

Expects from us to see


The eloquence of our masterfully constructed

Verses, He to hear!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
    09 February 2015

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2015

Details | Grook | |

Fear Not

To Him
our deepest
are like
To question
is not to doubt.
It just means

NOTE: I was inspired by Paul Callus's and Eileen Manassian's comment, on my poem, The Stars Remain Silent.

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry | |

There is NO GOD

As I wake
Another day of nothing
Grey skies and daily rituals
A mugging here and there
Smog surrounds me, it eats me inside
Insects devour, life drains, ebbs, flows to death
Meaningless is life
Love simply prolongs ones agony
On a journey with no purpose
I assure you there is no God
Show me a deity with such cruelty
I dare you, for there is none
Life is a random act of death
To become us all
Do not try and tell me different
Intelligence is fates way to call us fools
For whatever we choose to believe

Mayans were ancients
Deceived by the sun and moon
They sacrificed their young
On the pyramids of doom

Today, the sun rose 
Tonight the moon shall greet my tired eyes
Into a slumber, a blissful sleep
I shall dream of the heavens and their gods

I held in my arms an angel
All of a year or so old
Her arms outstretched, in blind love
Knowing I would catch her dreams and breathe her smiles

The devil that I am
I could not resist
To feed to her all my happiness
Her little hands grasped, as her eyes flirted for more food

I have some words of wisdom to bestow upon all you mortals now
Any court jester who tells you there is no god
They have not met Maya
I am so blessed, that I have

Notes: I had this in the works as a completely different poem. That afternoon I took care
of Maya ( 18 months ) and her brother Timmy ( five ) Afterwards we went to a restaurant for a snack, and Maya in my arms was in heaven eating her onion rings !! Both Timmy and Maya are such little angels, that would brighten up anyone's days, and when you see how beautiful children are, you realize the deeper meanings of life! 

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quintain (English) | |

What the Heavenly Angels Above Speak Of

What the Heavenly Angels Above Speak Of

Mankind’s love, passion, and truth on this Earth
Are what the heavenly angels above speak of 
As part of our continuing mortal experience.
No power on this Earth can ever diminish our
Love nor tear asunder the aura of this uniqueness.

Our heavenly dreams and ongoing desire for
Cosmic Awareness are ingrained into our souls 
And our very DNA—forming that rare divine
Wanderlust characterizing humanity’s efforts 
To synchronize its spirituality with God Himself.

This gives us all cause to reflect on and think of
The higher path that brings our hearts and souls
Together as one as we seek our cosmic destiny, 
As part of the Almighty’s plan for us in Heaven.
This is what the heavenly angels above speak of.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
August 9, 2015 (Unrhymed Quintain)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |

God's Need For Angels


I was born on a stormy winter day into a Roman Catholic family,
     My parents took us to church on Sundays as they were taught;
My sister died when I was only four years old not understanding, 
               I was told God needed another angel.

I think that was the last time my mother ever went to church,
     Although she never denied us and left that choice to each;
At school nuns drilled me on the Roman Catholic beliefs and rules,
              But I am not sure I ever really understood.

I married young and soon I was a new mother with a baby,
    A baby boy so very beautiful and then one day he just died;
Angry and full of hurt and pain I asked God, why, why, why, why,
               And I was told God needed another angel.

At that moment I understood my mother so completely,
     I did not turn my back but took a few confused steps back;
Sunday church became a thing of my past although I prayed,
               God and I have fought a battle through the years.

There have been times and still are when I am very sick,
    And it seems to me that each time God has been with me;
Giving me the courage to go on or was that me all the time,
                Then my mother died and I was left hurt and angry.

          And again I was told God needed another angel.

February 1, 2015


For the contest, Fighting God, sponsor Rob Carmack

Sixth Place


Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku | |

Seeing God Everywhere

The sun sets slowly
Colors of the summer sky
Spacious and holy

Copyright © Jim Wilson | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse | |

I Choose

I choose 
To be the calm within the storm
I will not add to the madness
Anger will not be my companion
Truly a calmer spirit can prevail

I choose 
You over me
It is not all about me
Ego will not direct my path
Within your special I will dwell

I choose
To live within this moment
The past has lost its power
Sadness can no longer satisfy
Only the now is really here

I choose
To give of what I have
It was never mine to hold onto
Selfishness will not rule my days
There is enough beyond my need

I choose
More than the temporary
Treasures stored in a heavenly realm
Love will be my companion
"I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever"

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

There Was A Time We Weren't Ashamed Of God

There was a time in America, when the Bible was taught in the schools. The ten commandments were displayed, as “God’s set of rules.” There was a time in America, where the cross could be displayed. Even in public places, people came together and prayed. There was a time in America, there was no “church and state” separation. As people all across this country asked God to help this nation. There was a time in America, where people knew right from wrong. You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song. There was a time in America where one was proud to be a Christian. One could take stand for holiness, without coming under “suspicion.” There was a time in America, when mom and dad were together… Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever There was a time in America, where many were proud of “tradition.” There seems to be a lack of any kind of “spiritual nutrition.” There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say; “I’m going to read the bible and go to church on Sunday.” This is the time for America, to wake up and try to understand. We need to seek God right now! All over this land! This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear… The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near! NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found! The word of God needs to be read in every city and town! Won’t you too seek God and listen to his voice today? Simply give him your heart and life… This could be YOUR day! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme | |

A New How

If you could relive an ancient day, which day, which day, which day would you say?
First kiss, first date 
Or undo a mistake?
Watch your child be birthed again 
Go back and unhurt a wounded friend?
Unsay a word?
Unbreak a heart?
Undrink that first drink?
Unscar that first scar?
Or would you go to another place
Feel your dad's hands
See your mom's face?
Laugh with your sisters
Let little brother win that foot race
Maybe pet that dog just one more time 
Hear grandma recite that old nursery rhyme
Maybe take up for the kid that got picked on
Or hear again for the first time your favorite old song
Or tell your kids you loved them again and again
No matter what they'd just done or how late they had been
But you can't go in reverse to relive any day
What you would have done
Or what you would say
But you can say now what you wouldn't before 
You can be someone new open up a new door
You can make a difference in your here and now
You can't be a new when but can be a new how

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet | |

Like a Child

When I said what I said I felt justified
I thought surely that God would be on my side
Quoting from scripture I relied on the word
A book filled with love that my heart somehow blurred

I picked up his gift, turned it into a stick
Not following God's lead I made my own pick
Instead I chose to read with encumbered mind
My eyes were wide open, still my soul was blind

Yet within his word my mind would be set free
I learned those other people were just like me
None of us perfect we all have our flaws
We all need acceptance we're not just some cause

Loving each person one moment at a time
When I am not judging, I witness them shine
Each person is perfect in their special way
Accepting like a child I learn how to play

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |


Peace to all of the inhabitants within and without the universe
Respect to all existence both stagnant and dynamic
No desire to understand only to observe and appreciate

Those who’ve sought understanding have greatly misunderstood

They intend to change (upgrade) and will inevitably spike altercation
Disrupting and forever corrupting universal equilibrium

Effort to become God the creator and healer of all is the cause of disruption

Persevering disabling efforts to be God with the determination of correction is the cause of infinite corruption – the effect of cyclical disruption

“____ heals all wounds”

No human is able to fix
We are only able to use
An attempt to restore is abuse

“____ heals all wounds”


Copyright © JustcallMe Britt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sestina | |


Before there was a world or a word 
there was unfathomable loneliness
in the gaseous expanse of pin pricked night
an infinite course of vibrations, sound
nascent, coalescing,  gestating,
until planets ripening birthed with souls.

There was only the orb, the throbbing soul
and an unknown longing for word,
conduits formed synapses gestating
to wavelengths of crystalline loneliness,
the aching white noise, static, lack of sound,
and the wanderers of celestial night.

Man was born to such a daunting midnight
aqueous eyes and conical ears for soul
to shattering din’s discordant sound,
no bird song, no harmony, no words,
just an aging, aching, aloneness,
of random thoughts thus wordless gestating.

A rhythm of circular gestation
formed the day and lingering became night
and thus weakened, warmed the loneliness
with woman kind He brought her soul.
Ether resounded with sheet lightening, words
for those sounds were to souls, the God sound.

Strong, silibant streams of understood sound
released from the oval egg of gestation
songs formed as man combined the God like words
croonings of passion fill the nubile night
as joinings rolled-tidal of mated souls.
Word all powerful had freed loneliness.

Each creature gifted an end to loneliness
earth, water, fire ,wind, all given sound,
all graced beloved with shimmering souls,
hatched from the dragon’s egg, life gestates
into the bountiful passage of night.
Cherish the ever present presence of the Word.

No longer alone, a sound vibrating within  
each atom relates to the soul, gestation continues 
in the night's never-ending cycle of the Word's life.

* Many lines have internal RHYME as well as 
  the end rhyme achieved by the use of the same words.
*Dedicated to inspiration achieved 
 through the writings of L'Nass Shango & David Smalling

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010

Details | Couplet | |

The Reflection

I stare in the mirror, my tears fall in vain
Can’t see my reflection through the veil of this pain.

Who is this person I struggle to see?
I don’t want to judge her but it’s surely not me.

This stranger I cast looks so tired and weak,
I wish I could help her but I’m frightened to speak.

Cause it’s dark and lonely in this shell where I’m bound
Where once there was laughter, is now void of sound.

and the beauty I knew in just yesterday’s time,
seems gone in an an instant with life’s rythym and rhyme…..

Then GOD he spoke child…What do you mean?
You’re more beautiful than anything that I’ve ever seen!

The reflection you cast it don’t matter to me,
What matters is that you can see what I see.

That your spirit is filled with a breath that is true.
And a beauty so deep that this world can’t undo.

I know that your journey seems to heavy to bear.
But I’ve given you family that love and who care.

So hold on tight through the dips and the turns,
For the ones who believe are the precious who learns.

And wether your journey is to stay here or go,
Please know I love you so much more than you know.

I wish I could tell you the beauty that awaits…
But you will know only, when you see heavens gates.

Copyright © Bernard Colasurdo | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Who Will I Follow

So many ask me to follow them
through rusty gates and broken doors
Where will I be led
whom shall I follow
Are their directions better than my own?
Will I lead myself down the garden path?
Perplexed by messages
What will satisfy?
Is there meaning to life?
Blind guides speak loudly
painting pretty pictures on my mind
Enticing me with their magic
They speak like they know
They want me to see what they think they see
It is so close
just over the next horizon
Purpose, serenity
Being at one with the universe
Peace, love, understanding
I pick up a book
It warns me
there is but one way
Directed to the only Son 
A gift from the Father
The creator of all things
Earthly wisdom to be ignored
become as a little child
The opposite of all that I had known
A single narrow path
I am slowly guided along
no longer alone
I know who I will follow
I am on the road to home

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |


   From the womb I sprung forth in a storm unrelenting
waves crashing ashore, endless bending and blending
alone and defenseless to weather the tempest
the gales blew relentless, clouding my senses

  Set adrift in that sea of the knowledge of man
attempting to stand, felt around with bare hands  
plunged deep in the waters, searching for others
consciousness faltered, eyes closing shutters

  Then I had awakened to find I'd been taken
to an archaic dwelling, time should have forsaken
a shaman commands- a glorious rant
a clasping of palms, an aggregate chant

  From what source? I did wonder, descending to ponder
was ultimate wisdom derived and contrived
upon examination, and deep contemplation
I viewed this creation, with grim consternation

  An anomaly present in each generation
a wise person born, elevated, and stationed
to higher position, with God given vision
Innate intuition brings truth to fruition

 Mankind in collective, this most stubborn creature
materialism his central shared feature
twisting to suit them to there situations
killing the prophets- forging the nations

  Undertows from life's currents did violently grab me
envelop and drag me, develop, distract me
manifesting unsettling neural connections
truth became slippery- changing directions

  Somewhere through the ages our paths had diverged
 wise words been perverted, and hatred emerged
 devouring souls, then swallowing whole
 foundations of kingdoms, rendering null

Copyright © Ronald Wheeler | Year Posted 2015

Details | Didactic | |

trials and triumphs

it's the last Sunday of the year known as 2010
and i hope next Sunday a new year together we'll begin
as humans we have a habit of looking back over the past year
to hopefully gain a better understanding of all that occured back there
there's nothing wrong with reviewing last year's trials and tribulations
maybe next year we'll have a solution to better handle those situations

in 2010 we made some resolutions and we set some goals 
but did we overcome our challenges or did we lose control?
over our aches and pains, our difficulties, our struggles and our strife
our bouts of frustration, our complications, just trying to live life
we had some trials in 2010 of which we wish we could redo
but we need to remember all the triumphs that somehow got us through
we might not have had a lot of money but somehow the bills got paid
we might have fell into some choppy waters but somehow we learned to wade
we had some illness, we had some issues and we all had some strain
but by the grace of God we triumphed and somehow still stayed sane

in the book of Hebrews a group of people had some trials and tribulations
and when they accepted Christ they came into a godly situation
they took that walk with God, they took that leap of faith
and came to realize that when one's in Christ the devil will be in your face
as its not all peaches and cream whenever a person commits to God
there will be trials and tribulations just keep a prayerful heart
there will be those whom you thought cared about and supported you
who may become your biggest detractors and stomp all over you
but you need to understand that the enemy will have you under attack
just keep your eyes on God and stay on the right spiritual track

as all things are possible with God for He's in complete control
God is God all by Himself and you need to understand that your role
is to trust in Him, believe in Him for through you He gets all the glory
so let your trials and triumphs be a testimony and inspiring story
for you can't have a testimony without having being tested
and there is no triumph without a trial you have bested

you came through some fires and you survived some floods
and all of it was by the grace of God and the power of the blood
you triumphed over death and today you're still alive
you triumphed over the devil no matter how hard he strived
you made it through 2010 standing on the promises of Christ
you had your trials, you had your triumphs and above all you still have life

Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme | |

I Sought To Touch All The Burning Fires

I Sought To Touch All The Burning Fires

 This moment is not for being lazily idle
 in the distance starting gunshot sounds
 This racehorse needs no governing bridle
 Race like the rabbit running from the hounds

 Wind streams by as I run to nothing ahead
 behind lay unfullfilled , selfish desires
 Images of Gods and demons flash in my head
 as I seek to touch all the burning fires

 Yet hope promises a future great release
 a settled place for my lost soul to rest
 Can I find that light to set me at peace
 this lost bird fallen from my safe nest

 Aware of my great failings I surrender to fate
 Crying for mercy, praying it is not too late

 Robert J. Lindley, 03-16-2015

 Note, this is an edited, shortened piece of the original written long ago..
 The original was so much longer and very personal in 
 language and scope.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Terzanelle | |

Paradoxical Premise

Stands on the land of heterodox
Who's the mightiest God of all?
People live and die on their equivocation thoughts

Those who exclaimed about the God who never fall
Inversely proportional to what they always do
Who's the mightiest God of all?

Seekers, believers, heathens and philosophers with their point of view
All still seeks for the truth and uphold one they call peace
Inversely proportional to what they always do

Compiling the ideas piece by piece
Who are we without all these idealism?
All still seeks for the truth and uphold one they call peace

At the end world leads to anarchism 
They failed to adhere what they create
Who are we without all these idealism?

The idea of God and religion become skeptical trait
They failed to adhere what they create
Stands on the land of heterodox
People live and die on their equivocation thoughts

*This poem inspired by the contest that held by Richard Lamoureux, which I failed to join, but somehow I come up with this idea. Thank you for the inspiration :D.

Copyright © Yanny Widjanarko | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Child of God

Lord, do You remember me? I once sat upon your knee. You were my Father, I, your child in your presence small and mild. You carried me when I felt faint. You suffered for me without complaint. You forgave me for my transgressions and led me down the path of your direction. Lord, do You remember me? I search for You on bended knee. With head bowed low, I humbly pray, Lord, please fill me with your love today. I’ll take the time to converse with You and listen as your voice rings through. I know You’ve never gone away. It was I who fell and went astray.

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

A Child of God {Psalms 119:24)

Deal with your servant according to your love and teach me your decrees
And the Lord said unto me, “Rise above your own despair”
"Offer your soul unto me; I will free you of this Prison cell"
I ask Lord how can this be, “this cell is my home it is all I have left”
As suddenly as flowers bloom in the spring, I was free inside
The tears fell like two giant waterfalls cascading down my face
And the Lord ask of me, “Take pen in hand and seek what you desire”
From inside a Prison cell I was set free within; filled with the Holy Ghost
Page by page I started seeking the truth as fiery tongues filled my pages
Through the Lord a violent inmate was placed in a cell, by his grace
The man who walked out of that cell,” I am Poet, A child of God” 

This poem was written for Brian's contest

Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme | |

The BIble Is The Inspired Word Of God

The Bible Is The Inspired Word of God!

I heard someone say “the Bible was written by man.”
But there’s a truth I don’t think he understands.

God used man to simply be an “inspired instrument.”
This was more than some type of “experiment.”

God used many different people from various places.
He used them from both the Jewish and Gentile races!

Though the words spanned a long period of time…
They were written with all of us in mind!

It was as if God himself had taken the pen.
He spoke directly through different men.

All of the books are together with a common goal.
To bring the words of God to the common soul.

I would encourage to read the Bible for your direction.
Allow God’s words to daily be your inspiration!

Won’t you read from Genesis through Revelation?
You can learn about God’s gift of salvation!

The Bible speaks of God’s love and holiness too!
And speaks to the heart of how much HE LOVES YOU!

You can also learn about eternity in a heavenly mansion!
Your life can receive a blessed “abundant life expansion!”

Through the words of Christ, you’ll be blessed!
As you find in him a comfort and a haven of rest!

I invite you to read and apply God’s truth today!
And be transformed by what he really has to say!

By applying Biblical principles in how you’re living!
You’ll be blessed by the awesome words God is giving!

By Jim Pemberton  

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012

Details | Didactic | |

MAKING IT HAPPEN Part 3: How To Handle The Haters

you've just started to make it happen your project is now being processed
but you need to know how to handle the haters who are only about giving stress
the hate that has consumed the hearts of men the state of our moral being
where compassion and brotherly love are no longer the traits we are seeing

hating has become the latest fad it has bloomed into full season
where people just seem to hate on others for no apparent reason
from President Obama to the NY Yankees the hate has grown exponentially
where people hate them for what they've accomplished and what they've come to be

hate is a demonic force it's a full frontal assault of agitation
it usually occurs when someone has started on a divine assignation
it seems to come with the territory as the devil always manifests
whenever someone starts something that is positive and blessed

the devil then gets very busy when it comes to anything done being good
his noxious persona then arises in those who hate on you as if they should
just don't give the haters a chance to harm nor hinder you
just trust in the will of God for it will see you through

in order to handle the haters you need to ascend to a spiritual plane
for to hate like them is a burden that you don't need to sustain
as hate may cause you to lose your way it can obstruct and intervene
so don't allow hate to enter your heart and plant unrighteous seeds

God said no weapon formed against you shall prosper nor prevail
so let God handle the haters and send them straight back to hell
and don't allow the haters to hurt nor humiliate you
stand firm on the word of God for it's foundation is strong and true

now in the midst of your Godly mission continue to stay the course
as God's got more righteousness than the devil has demonic force
now is the time to put on the whole armor of God 
to show the haters that you are not faint of heart
now ready, focused, heightened, alert and aware
in a sure and secure position as evil is everywhere

and don't let the haters get too close nor give them the chance to slip in
for they will choke the life out of you and then turn around and grin
as the more they hate on you the more in Christ you will grow
just continue to do a good work in the name of the God we all love and know
how to handle the haters those folks who only want to drag you down
is to let them see the joy of the Lord in you while you're standing on higher ground 

Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2010

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(It Feels) Like: This too shall pass

Like the end
Like a death
Like you cant catch your breath
Like it wont end
Like the pain will kill you
Like tomorrow will be full of more pain
Like your heartbeat will stop
Like no one likes you forever
Like you will never love again
Like all you ever known has rejected you
Like your soul is crying
Like your darkest place has kicked you out
Like you will never recover
Like you are the ONLY one
Like you can’t go own another moment
Like you are the biggest fool
Like the LIE is real
Like the truth did not set you free
Like she is the only love
Like being ask to live the rest of your life without LOVE
Like there is no forgiveness for you
Like God stop your blessings
Like you have flat lined but didn’t die
Like you die every every day every day
Like you are the worst person ever
Like God doesn’t love you
Like you won’t make it back from the pain
Like you want to weep
Like you want to weep
Like you want to weep
Like there will never be someone who adores you…for you
Like your heart is broken
Like you can’t go on
Like you love a love that don’t love you back
Like you don’t know how to love, so it asks to be excused and leaves
Like your life and your love won’t ever matter
Like you want be blessed anymore 
Like you have wasted so much time…
Like you want to just die… (Make the pain stop)
Like hope is as hope does…no hope for you
Like they get away ….Free and clear
Like you are left broken 
Like they get to live HAPPY EVER AFTER

Copyright © Rokeyai Hassen | Year Posted 2010