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No Longer Mourn for Me When I Am Dead

If Death should call, let me go free;
It's only Heaven beckons me.
If I should step beyond the veil
Of sight and sound and voice, 't is well;
I shall be glad to place my head
Beneath the sod with other dead.
My spirit will not linger there
But float on myriad colored air
And dip its wings o'er twinkling stars
And ride the moon's bright, silver car.
At last my yearning soul will know,
Forever ceased its worldly woe.
If Death comes, do not robe in black
As if you want my spirit back;
I would not want your soul to grieve
Nor stand here desolate, bereaved.
I shall be glad at last to go;
Rejoice with me who wished it so.
It's not a morbid, ghastly thought
But one in Grace and Glory wrought.
For just beyond life's ebbing sea,
Beyond earth's pain and agony,
I dimly see the other shore
Where I shall live forevermore.
Death shall but serve to chauffer me
From galaxy to Galaxy.
His fingers do not clutch and tear
The soul from one who does not fear;
That soul is borne up in his arms
In ecstasy, without alarms.
Death will not be my dreaded fate:
He is but Heaven's op'ning gate.

Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

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Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

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ISIS

She's the first image of God
the Alpha    the Omega
the beginning   NO end
the highest evolution of God
God sent
the Black woman is God
nappy   nappy
the master
the servant
still happy  happy
the first image of God
strength that cannot be broken
soul that cannot be bought with a
silver or gold token
YES! 
she’s the first image of God
Mother of the rainbow children
Lucy    Auset   Isis    Virgin Mary
I know  
sounds scary   scary
the Black woman is God
skin as brown as dirt 
divine flower sprung from the earth
she’s the first image of God
Original descender
return of Christ
Nibiru ascender
the universal womb of God
divine womb   divine wombman
holding the knowledge of God
the Black woman is the mystery of God
 Isis   Genesis 
genealogy of God

Copyright © Nailah Baniti | Year Posted 2016

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protect me

Release me from reality
This brand new world of tragedy 
That I can see
But rather fight the beast of immortality 
Wait don't you see 
Let Jesus be for he's the one that fights for me 
I talk to god to hide my mind from time to time to save me 
I beg of thee O great father
Just take me to your palace please 
Forsaken me and take of me what need it be to change these things
If nothing happens shelter me 
Protect me with your legacy 
And let me see the way that I can change this world of tragedy  

By:Justin sharp

Copyright © justin sharp | Year Posted 2016

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Climbing Moriah

I am climbing up Moriah
With the thing I love most dearly;
On the mountain's heights above me,
I will see my God more clearly.
Incredible expectation!
For with the knife and holy fire,
I must on a stony altar
Bind up and slay my heart's desire.

O, this God of mine, all knowing!
Past my finite mind can see
In the distant, vast eternal
All that He destined I should be.
Only He can make a promise,
And He fulfills each sovereign vow;
Though He slay me, I will serve Him.
He led me here, I'll trust Him now.

The knife is raised; beyond the void
I dare not cast my weary sight;
I can hear no gentle laughter 
In the deep canyons of the night.
I will look instead at Jesus,
And His command I will obey.
There are rams in all His thickets;
He is the Christ, the same always.

© 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

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Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

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Don't you worry bout my soul

Don't you worry bout my soul
Til you've been down all my lonely roads
And gauged the weight of my full load 
Don't you worry bout my soul
.
I see you on the tv conning, talking squawking walking like you really care about me and my kind
You cry your tears like a  crocodile  empty eyes phony smile,
To me I plainly see you're clearly blind 
So don't you worry bout my kind . . .
I see everything just fine
You're busy yelling and a tellin me all the things you think you can see, going on in this ol world you think ain't right
Get the beam on out of your own eye, til you've listened to the children cry, hungry and tormented in the night 
Don't you worry bout my eyes . . .
I'm seeing everything just fine
.
Don't you worry bout my ears
Cause you've been deaf for many years
I don't need some deaf man tellin me what I should hear or how to be, when he is only playing on my fears
So don't you worry bout my ears . . .
I hear your deafness loud and clear
.
Don't you worry bout my mind
Though it gets misplaced from time to time
But I think I know what courage means, how heartache feels, when freedom rings
And I know that I am running out of time
So don't you worry bout my mind . . .
I think I'll get along just fine
.
Don't you worry bout my soul
Cause I met the Master long ago
And the one you portray Him to be
Is not the same One known to me
The One Who made me free so long ago
So don't you worry bout my soul.
.
Mathew 15:14

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2015

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Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

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Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

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I MADE ROOM FOR JESUS

The window to my broken past
     Has shattered.
I have walked into the dreams
     That seemed so far away.
The fog has lifted, I have sifted
     Through the things that mattered.
Finding nothing left of yesterday.

'Cause I made room for Jesus in my life.
     He helps me with my worries and my strife.
I pray to him each day, for guidance on my way.
     Yes, I made room for Jesus in my life.

The cries of loneliness have turned
     To laughter.
The wind has carried me above
     The sea I drifted on.
I live again, he's my best friend.
     There's no more looking after,
The lost an lonely man, for he is gone.
    
'Cause I reached out for Jesus with my hand.
     I knew he'd be the one to understand,
His spirit entered me, I felt so calm and free.
     'Cause I reached out for Jesus with my hand.

The road is rocky but he's there
     To listen,
As I move ever closer to
     The love within his heart.
The days are bright, I see the light.
     My eyes begin to glisten,
With the love and faith that Jesus can impart.

Oh, I made room for Jesus, can't you see.
     And Jesus, he has lots of room for me.
I pray to him each day, For guidance on my way.
     Oh, I made room for Jesus can't you see.
  

Copyright © Robert Nehls | Year Posted 2014

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Song of Praise

When the role is called up yonder
We will never from him wander 
We will praise, our voices raise
When the Father stands before us
And he crowns his own victorious 
We will sing, our voices ring.

And forever and forever and forever and a day
I shall never stop to sing this song of praises I will say
Praise the Lord God almighty Father, son and Holy Ghost
Praise to Jesus,…….my precious host.

When I stand before his Glory
I shall hear my life’s sad story
And shall plea, on bended knee
Then when Jesus says he washed me
With his blood and now I am free
I will raise, and shout his praise.

And forever and forever and forever and a day
We shall never stop to sing this song of praises and will say
Praise the Lord God almighty Father, son and Holy Ghost
Praise to Jesus,…….our precious host.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.21.2014
Contest: Poems of Praise
Catie Lindsey

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

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Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

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Until I'm Consumed

Let the words I speak 
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul 
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed 
Until I'm consumed
.
Won't you take all of me
Until your image in me 
is all you see 
But You won't take what I won't give 
And my sin won't die until You live
Inside of me 
I feel I'm hangin by a thread
This old man just isn't dead
I keep reviving him instead of trusting You
.
So Let the words I speak 
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul 
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed 
Until I'm consumed
.
And when my day comes
To an end
And I look back at where I have been
Many roads I've traveled
Sure took a wrong turn now and then
I need You just as much right now, as I did back then
.
So Let the words I speak 
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul 
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed 
Until I'm consumed
.
Let there never be a doubt
That You changed me from the inside out 
It was only You all along
I could never be that strong 
On my own 
.
Let the words I speak 
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul 
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed 
Until I'm consumed
Until everything in me
Looks just like You

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2015

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I Wonder

I wonder what the people thought
Who did not know the prisoner's name;
So many men had staggered by
In public solitude and shame,
What was He more than other men
Who'd walked outside the walls to die,
And those with tears who followed Him--
Do not most dead leave some who cry?

I wonder what the children thought,
Who just a few short days before
Had waved palm branches in the street,
Crying, "Hosanna, to the Lord!"
Why was the kindest man they knew,
Who understood their ways and needs,
Bearing a cross through Jerusalem
Like those who did unrighteous deeds.

I wonder what the soldiers thought
Who rudely mocked a silent king;
How many flogged and tortured so
Had never spoken anything?
Was only one of all who stood 
On guard for Rome to watch Him die 
Able to say with contrite heart,
"This is God's Son; He did not lie."

I wonder what the women thought,
The ones who would not hide in fear
But followed even to the cross
To watch him die through veils of tears.
Did they not know that He could take
Their dreams safely through death with Him
And on the third day rise again
Triumphant over death and sin.

I wonder what we would have thought
In our self-righteous ignorance;
What role would you or I have played,
If we had known such circumstance?
Would I have been a Pharisee,
Or just a stranger passing by,
Herod, Pilate, a Roman guard,
Or a Mary on the day Christ died?

© Faye Lanham Gibson, 1987

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

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Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
 
Right now, I am exactly as I am
You

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013

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Holy Roller

Oh! Holy roller.
Drink some water.
Then go out in the world, 
and breath some air.

Oh! Holy roller.
If you need a friend.
Try and think of me, 
and I'll be there.

When you're down and out, 
and you need a friend.
Try and think of me, 
and I'll be there.

And when you're lonely, 
and you need a friend.
Try and think of me, 
and I'll be there.

Oh! Holly roller.
Drink some water.
Then go out in the world, 
and breath some air.

Oh! Holy roller.
If you need a friend.
Just open up your arms, 
and I'll be there.

Just open up your arms, 
and I'll be there..

Religious Hymn By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1982,2014..ALL rights reserved..

Copyright © Kim Robin Edwards | Year Posted 2014

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Crown of Thorns

Crown of Thorns
A trace of thorns you are on my body, I am an eternal traveller, never stopping. You are the bitter predicament of my comfort, Traces of sensual pleasures - The mist of a veil is my constant reminder. You wound the stubble of my heartly thorns, I stand alone on the dusty conflagration Gazing towards an endless void, I am bridled with the burning pain of the thorns... My gaze tirelessly roves, Prickly are the thorns, With malediction entwined... I am drowning in a sweaty torrent, I am plunging into thorny depths, bloody and overworked from the struggle, I yield myself to the decision of fate.

Copyright © Rinaldo DiRicchardi | Year Posted 2012

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LOVE DOCTOR

There is power in words    
truth in words
buried treasures hidden  
deep in words
I find myself when I’m lost in words
crystal balling my words 
I see,  I see  
LAW in the WORD
I see,  I see   
GOD is the WORD
repeating God’s messages   
repeating God’s words
speaking God's language    
speaking good words   
metaphysical doctor
operating on words
love doctor
I'm loving thee world

Copyright © Nailah Baniti | Year Posted 2016

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Blasphemy--Warning: Explicit language and highly offensive

(These are lyrics to a song I wrote called "Blasphemy")

Verses:
Mother Mary sat on a bench with me today
But I couldn't think of one goddamn thing to say
'Cept, "Mother, oh! Won't you please save my soul right now?
I'd gladly do it but I don't know exactly how"
Hail Mary! Bless me twice!
Judas betrayed Jesus Christ
In Revelations, prophets said
John the Baptist lost his head

Chorus:
You gotta pander to my ego
Herod was my hero
Why didn't Noah's Ark fall apart?
Genesis was...just the start

Verses:
St. Peter slammed those Pearly Gates right into my fuc*ing face
Just too much sin I can't get in; no mansion there for me awaits
The wife of Lot, she turned to salt, but it was not all her fault
She ran away and then looked back as Sodom burned, and that's a fact

Repeat Chorus...

Verses:
Well, life was Hell so Jonah sailed into the belly of a whale
Daniel in the lion's lair; Delilah chopped off Samson's hair
Cain killed Abel out of spite as the Lamb of God got sacrificed
There came the Whore of Babylon while Thomas doubted every-one

Repeat Chorus...

**Just trying to post something a little different ;)

Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013

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CHRISTMAS LIGHTS

    CHRISTMAS LIGHTS
I keep saying Merry Christmas,
Xmas just don't mean it.
Christmas without Santa Claus
is alright by me.
----chorus
Part of your Christmas lights
are Jesus, and you and me.
He's in every Merry Christmas
You'll ever hear from me.


I keep saying Merry Christmas,
Xmas has no feeling.
I keep thinking Santa Claus
Should come another night.
---------chorus
Part of your Christmas lights
are Jesus, and you and me.
He's in every Merry Christmas
You'll ever hear from me.

I'll keem wishing Merry Christmas.
I'll keep hoping Merry Christmas.
I'll keep saying Merry Christmas.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

It is a song, but the lyric is still being worked on and I'll
have it done pretty quick and get it recorded for Christmas 2014. But I will
have my first Demo of it in just a day or two, on my own website, vbdosa dot com
and a video on YOUTUBE.
The best time to Plug a Christmas song is about late March or early April..

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013

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Beyond the Frontier

Where am I? Why is it dark?
This isn’t what I had in mind when I left the park…
Why isn’t the wind whispering…the songbirds singing?
All I remember is a telephone ringing…
A scream and a crash and a pain in my side…
Is this what happens after one’s died?
I don’t feel like myself, I feel wild and free,
Yet I’m cold and alone, 'stead of filled with glee.

My whole life I’ve studied, and pondered, and prayed,
Trying to fathom what would happen this day
But now that it’s here, I’m beginning to fear
Maybe the afterlife’s not what it appears…
It’s certainly not what I’ve been told by my preacher
Or my parents or brother or best friend or teacher…
Is it a bad thing, or is it good?
Maybe it’s just not quite understood...

While I was on Earth, I just couldn’t wait
To meet good St. Peter at the heavenly gate
And ask him a question or query or two
“What was my purpose?” “What good did I do?”
“What’s it all for?” “How does it all flow?”
“Can I have one more body, one more try, one more go?”
But where is the angel? Where is the gate? And
If this is Hell, then where is Ol’ Satan?
Am I a lost soul? Am I forgotten?
Am I to be left here until I am rotten?

Lo and behold! what, now, can this be?
Is this a wonderful spiritual epiphany?
Is this the magical feeling all souls receive
When they leave Earth? Oh! was I that naïve?
How could I have not seen the realism?
Why was I consumed in man-made idealism?
This is more wondrous than all I was taught
Oh, all the times I argued and fought
With others, ‘bout how their views were asinine
Now I see, theirs were just as wrong as mine!
Little I thought was actually correct!
How, why, did I let others petty beliefs infect
My untouched, my pure, my virgin mind?
I regret all the hours I self-tortured to find
That compared to what I see now, I was empty and blind…

Wait - - What is this that I see?
What is this gateway that is revealed unto me?

Now a door is opened to my immortal soul
I am expected now to enter my life’s final goal…
I am scared, intimidated, but still I am glad…
For the truth I have just seen is anything but bad.
This is the end of my journey, I’ve nothing to fear,
For now I am going Beyond the Frontier.

Copyright © Jacob Dufour | Year Posted 2013

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Britches

	
Britches And The Man In The Lake Written: by Tom Wright 7/20/98 While standing at the waters edge I peered within to see. This strange reflection of a man there staring back at me. Getting no response to questions I didn't learn his name. But found each move I conjured up he always did the same. I saw within this newfound friend a man so blessed with gain. But this man wouldn't get involved and this caused me some pain. Turning to leave with one last glance having done all I could do. I found this friend that I'd just made was turning to leave too. The Lake Man left me this one thought not to idly sit and yearn. That investments in time serving, God, will always pay a great return.

Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2015

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IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME

"It Should Have Been Me"

      James Williams









Peter:  How could I let this ever be

To deny you at your feet

and then turn around and walk away

When I was the one

Who stood on your name

And When I was asked, " do I know you?"

Three times I denied you the same

It should have been me

On that day 

taken away with thee Lord 

It should have been me

It should have been me

On that cross

Dying for the cost 

I know Lord It should have been me.



Judas:  Lord I betrayed thee

at the drop of a dime

I placed a kiss on your face

With deception in my mind

Lord Why did I betray you

For 30 pieces of silver

And to know that you still love me

My life I don't deserve

It should have been me

On that day 

taken away with thee Lord 

It should have been me

It should have been me

On that cross

Dying for the cost 

I know Lord It should have been me.



ME:    Father please forgive my sins

For the pain has set in

You have shown your love to me

Over and over again

I don't deserve your mercy 

I don't deserve your grace

I don't deserve the sacrifice that you made

It should have been me

On that day 

taken away with thee Lord 

It should have been me

It should have been me

On that cross

Dying for the cost 

I know Lord It should have been me.



It was you who and died on Calvary

to save and set my spirit free

Upon that cross you hung for me

And Lord

It should have been me.





"The Simple Words"

Copyright © James Williams | Year Posted 2014

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Open the Door

You see my shining face.
You speak my glorious name.
Still you stand, firmly in place.

You try to bypass me,
Forging artificial keys.
As the turtle wins the race!

I have thrown you verse after verse,
Wonder after wonder!
Still you think the universe began
From one great asunder!
You act like there is no
Beauty to behold anymore,
I'm all that you need,
I gave you the key,
So open the door!

Plug your ears when I call,
Surrounding yourself with walls,
Built upon your ignorance.

I watch while you stumble
On such slippery rubble.
You ask not, my assistance!

It is you yourself
That made this world, black and bleak.
I've created bridges,
But you're the one with feet!
You act like there is no
Beauty to behold anymore,
I'm all that you need,
I gave you the key,
So open the door!

You left my shining home,
And upon the Earth you roamed.
Now just ahead is my gate.

With great uncertainty,
You come limply before me,
Be blessed, for it's not too late!

I've died a-midst a mocking crowd
And came back from the grave.
As I gave up my heavenly abode
To show you the way!
You act like there is no
Beauty to behold anymore,
I'm all that you need,
I gave you the key,
So open the door!

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013

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My Guardian Dear

When I was young I thought I knew 
How to talk and speak with you 
But time has put a wedge between
My angel, conscience, inner being.
I spoke to you , I spoke to you

The one who told me right from wrong,
Comforted me all day long. 
Helped me choose which way to go,
When undecided, I didn't know.
I spoke to you. I spoke to you.

Some call you Gabriel, 
My Guardian Angel, I did tell,
My hopes,my fears,my dreams to be,
Untold to others was free with thee.
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.

Comfortable, believing that you were there,
To guide me through every prayer.
You had a name I knew it then,
I said it time and time again.
I spoke to you, I spoke to you 

I was a child of seven or eight,
I knew when called I need not wait
For you my angel to appear 
To clear my conscience and my fear
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.

The older I grew, less time was spent
Talking to you,trying to vent
Friends became closer to me,
I shared more with them and left you be
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.

Now as I'm in the prime of life
Mother to my son, no longer a wife,
I wonder late at night if you
Will answer my questions like you used to do
I spoke to you, I spoke to you

Afraid to test, afraid to fail,
Wanting and hoping you did not bail 
Praying that your still at my side
To light, to guard,to rule and guide. 
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.

My faith has told me you are here.
Watching me and always near.
My pride, my walls have come down
Last night,I spoke with no one around.
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.

My Guardian Angel you were there
You listened and helped with every prayer,
My hopeless feelings lonely, just me
Ended last night when you returned to me
I spoke to you, I spoke to you
I"ll speak to you, yes speak with you. 






Copyright © Jennifer Marie Oliver | Year Posted 2013

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Quiet

Moments of quiet unfolding:
Quiet probing my spirit's depths, 
Like a rose, petals unfolding
To drink in the dawn's sweet breath.
Quiet like the peace that lingered
O're the waters the Master stilled;
Quiet that in the tomb trembled,
Pregnant, waiting to be fulfilled.
Quiet that marched on the victor
Robbing death and defeating sin;
Quiet that stood in the garden
And shouted, "Christ risen again!"
Quiet that is the cloak wrapping
God the Father, Spirit and Son,
Before whom life's vulgar turmoil
Surrenders her tongue and is dumb.

Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

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The Coming of the Nothing

Collegiates and learned mercenaries
Await their time to lead the willing minions
As lemmings, suicide seems ordinary
Both deaf and blind, devoid of all opinions

Ageless as time itself, she waits
An elixir of evolution
Needing no cure, no answers
No humankind solution

What stops us moving forward
What keeps us all enchained
What keeps the starving hungry
What drives a world insane

A galaxy here, a universe there
Speckled by constellations
But man it seems is content to fight
For the sake of his small nation

Black as an empty starless night
Deep as the hungry ocean
Timeless as death, on its endless flight
In a time of perpetual motion

What stops us moving forward
What keeps us all enchained
What keeps the starving hungry
What drives a world insane 

When will it end, God only knows
As greed alone inspires us
Old Earth, its very soul exposed
To MAN...IT'S LIVING VIRUS!!!

Copyright © peter walsh | Year Posted 2014

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You're Somebody's Hero

I don't know a Better Name,
But ,"You're Somebody's Hero."
It's not just a game,
And it's always fair.
What are we made of?
Pearl and polished stone?
Or tar and rot?
We  are what we have yearned for.
Have we spent our time studying God,
Or the Father of lies?
Were we being polite,
Or feasting  and drinking of the fat happily?
Are We cursing God when we fall,
Or are we laughing and getting back up?
You see, when God gives us a gift,
It is appreciated by the wise,
And the other only lust and envy the gift.
So, don't tare someone down just because
You don't think that they are pretty,
And you don't think you should show some pity 
Because some people aren't just people,
But are somebody's Hero,
That have saved somebodies soul,
That have gone about saving souls. 

Copyright © Shayla Smith | Year Posted 2014

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Life's Magic

Life is full of magic let’s not waste it
Reach out embrace it
Just love each moment, all you can
Symphonies you’ll hear when wind surrounds you
At times confounds you
Don’t let it drown you, take a stand 

Just turn and take a look at God’s creation
The sun and moon the stars above
Oceans shores lined with majestic mountains
Fields of wheat, every fount and stream
All he touched he has made supreme.

Life is full of magic let’s not waste it
Reach out embrace it
Just love each moment, all you can
Symphonies you’ll hear when wind surrounds you
At times they’ll confound you
So don’t let it drown you, take a stand 

Just turn and take a look at God’s creation
The sun and moon the stars above
Oceans shores lined with majestic mountains
Fields of wheat, every fount and stream
All he touched he has made it supreme, made supreme.

Written 08.23.2014
Brenda Meier-Hans
5th

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

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Song of the Troubadour

A troubadour came by my house;
Beneath my window he did sing.
I'd never heard such melody
Or listened to like lyrics ring.
He sang a song I understood,
A song of love for me alone;
And , gazing through the latticed frame,
I knew that I would be his own.

The haunting strains, they wound their way,
Even before I could resist,
My heart was bound by cords of love;
Forever to his song I'd list.
"I long to follow you." I cried,
"Fair, wand'ring minstrel, gay and free;
I want to be your gypsy bride
And sing sweet songs of love with thee."

He bade me follow with a look--
A look my tongue cannot describe--
So tender that my heart leaped up.
"I'll follow you! Oh, yes!" I cried.
T was then I saw, just as I turned 
To go with love forevermore,
What I had thought a laurel wreath
Was but a crown of thorns he wore.

The robe which from his shoulders hung--
It had seemed spotless, white as snow;
But, then I saw it stained with blood.
Yet, still with him I longed to go.
His feet and hands were bruised and torn;
"Oh, who had wounded one so good!"
Just then I saw the lute he played
Was but a rugged cross of wood.

"Oh, Love!" I cried, "Dear, fairest one,
Who dared to harm and hurt you so!"
And then I heard the song again...
"It was for you; did you not know?"
"For me? I do not understand;
T was just today I heard your song."
He turned to speak what now I know.
"My love," he said, "I called you long."

We sing the song together now;
Each day is but a new refrain.
Yet, still I marvel when I hear
A note of joy wrung out of pain.
I did not know when first I heard
His music calling to my heart
That love is not triumphant
Till wounded, pierced and torn apart.

Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014