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
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel
Beauty so pure
your character delights
my devotion forever
Heartbeat on screen
My unbelief ceased
first squeezed my finger
Copyright © Christina Holmes | Year Posted 2013
I'm 51 today.
51 tomorrow, yay
Was 51 yesterday.
52 is months away,
And yes I'm thankful.
Although it's not my real birthday,
It kinda is in a certain way.
I'm still alive another day.
I had the notion to celebrate.
And be thankful.
Though it's not a holiday.
Thanksgiving has come and gone away,
I'm just alive today.
For that I'm thankful.
Honestly, I am not just trying to make these lines rhyme,
Or reflect upon the deep sublime.
I'm just grateful today to be alive.
I mean really thankful.
I'm not trying to wow you with philosophy,
Or impress you with theology.
It matters not at all to me.
I just feel thankful.
So tonight I take a walk outside,
I look up into the endless sky and then I breathe.
I breathe in deep,
And I say thank you.
And maybe not just to Who you think,
Man let's throw in the kitchen sink,
And include all who've touched my life, to whom I'm thankful.
Some of you I'm glad you're gone,
Frankly you stayed a bit too long
And some you the grave stole far too soon,
And yet I'm still thankful.
Today the living and the dead
You've both been right up inside my head,
And synergized this verbal thread.
For that I'm thankful.
I close my eyes and think of Tim, named David right there toward the end.
I always smile when I think of him,
And now I listen
I heard a siren going by,
I wonder who and wonder why,
Was it a wreck, did someone die?
Yet still I listen.
Neighbors dogs are going wild.
Was that the laughter of a child.
Seems like I can hear for miles.
Still I listen.
I hear the hi-way roar of cars.
Tho I have never heard the stars
Is there really life on Mars?
Shhh brain please shut up and listen!
The soft night whispers in my ears.
Pressing through my random fears,
I stand amazed at what I hear.
And now I wonder.
I open up my eyes and see as I feel this winter breeze
The silhouette of leafless trees.
I stand in wonder
Then I wonder about the first man to ever be,
Or the first time he looked up to see
The Milky Way the galaxies.
Did he wonder?
I wonder what he did
How he loved how he lived.
If he ever lost a friend?
Man oh man I wonder.
Was he the first to dig a grave?
How it sounded if he prayed?
How he fought?
How he played?
If that man could see us all today,
What would he say I wonder?
In ways was he a lot like me?
Did he sometimes fear what he could not see?
Did he create unseen walls
I stand and wonder.
Did he ever hurt the ones he loved?
Did life convince him not to trust?
My great grandfather lived
My DNA is shared with him.
I wonder how we are the same,
And I don't even know his name.
Still I wonder.
Will my great grand kids know my name?
Will it even matter who's to say?
Will they look up in wonder?
Will they listen?
Will they be thankful?
Not much I can leave to them
That would matter too much in the end.
I suppose the primal hope in man
Is the hope I hope lives on in them
I hope they wonder. About the universe.
I hope they listen. To life's unspoken verse.
I hope they're thankful. Even in midst of deepest hurts.
I hope they're thankful.
I hope they listen.
I hope they wonder.
And no matter what life hands them,
I hope they hope.
Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2014
Before we were thought of or time had started,
God put US in His Son’s name..
And each time we pray, you'll see its true,
You can't spell Jesus without including US.
Were a pretty big part of His wonderful name,
For US, He was born;
And His great love for US is the reason He died.
Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand
He rose from the dead, with US in His plan?
The stones split away, the gold trumpet blew, egospelexpress
And His resurrection was for US.
As JesUS left the earth with His wonderful ascension,
When He felt there was one thing He just had to mention.
"Go into the world and tell them it's true
that I love them all - Just like I love you."
So many people are Christian brothers and sisters,
Don't all the others have a right to know JesUS too?
It all depends on what we do,
He'd like them all to know,
But it all starts with US.
Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
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Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack | Year Posted 2011
C hrist Jesus born this day
H eaven shines his star for the
R ighteous heart and the wise man
I nvocation of the Christian Faith
S pirit of God in the flesh
T eaching truth and love to mankind
M essiah of our salvation
A sends to Heaven and becomes our
S avior, Lord and Kind Amen
V irgin Mary
reason for the season
Happy Birthday Jesus
Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014
It is the Christmas Season
And almost everyone knows
And if you have not heard
You will probably be told.
People all over the World
Will come and celebrate
What an honour it is to me
To take part on this date.
We will wish others good cheer
For hope on this day
Our faith is expressed
In the words that we say.
Merry Christmas Jesus
Today is your day
That I wish you my Lord a
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2015
The time of year when the joys
Rain down form Heavens
When the families get together,
When the children look up in hope
Santa’s fill surprise in the socks at night
When the snowman appears in gardens
There comes a the giggles and chants
Colored balls in trees and stars shining
Exchanges of greetings nights of prayers
We gather to celebrate the coming of Joy
Night to celebrate the Holy Jesus
Night to celebrate new Life, for its
The time of year when joys
Rain down from Heaven…
Copyright © azim mohammed | Year Posted 2012
spirit’s star blazes
angels slough caste to chorus
tongues of shepherds freeze
pride-twisted scripture withers
born clean is the King of Souls
Copyright © Perry McDaid | Year Posted 2014
We conclude" The Trimming of the Christian Tree
Times a wasting
Thanksgiving’s growing near.
We’ll soon drag out the plastic tree.
The family will trim it here.
Strips of Cloth
Clean swaddling cloths. And what of these?
To wrap the babe, from nights cool breeze.
To shield His gentle skin, so tender, young, and soft,
From all the scratchy harshness, of a lowly cattle trough.
But at His grave, revealed at mornings light.
Where He had laid, and folded there just right.
Those burial cloths, that offered fragrance flood.
As now those cloths, are stained with blood.
Beneath our tree, gift packages, brightly wrapped, but later torn.
Tell the tale of “Why He’s Born”. A King with “Crown of Thorns”.
On this eve, 3 gifts were given, for these Magi had felt driven.
To find this tiny babe, to save mankind, had now been given.
It is said down through the years, Gold is reserved just for a King.
Frankincense did symbolize, a Holiness this King would bring.
The final gift of these, Will our hearts through ages bring.
It’s been said this precious Myrrh, Represents His suffering.
For later on, another gift, this tiny babe would offer.
A gift so freely given, what more can Christ then proffer?
His blood spilled, a life would end, Beaten, bruised, and torn.
This King of Kings & Lord of Lords, for all men’s sins had borne.
A Humble Stable Cave
There was no room, but offered, humble stables cave.
Then as fate, for His grave, another stranger gave.
A fitting place our Savior, could his bloodied head now lay,
If only there, for then a three day stay.
Atop our tree, a star will shine. As one the Wise men followed.
To point the way to this new babe, born to die, it don’t seem fair.
It was in evening’s darkness, the lovely star shone bright.
But on the day of this Kings death, the day was turned to night.
Just as sure as that star shone, Believers know, we’re not alone.
Our Christ lives and waits for us, to share in His eternal home.
As we approach this busy time, some things no longer pleasin’.
Much to do, much to spend. Yer runnin’ for no good reason.
Step back and think it through. Is this Christ’s plan for you?
When He was born in Bethlehem. For this lost world to view?
If you’re trapped, and wearin’ thin, For no rhyme nor reason.
Remember now and years to come,
The Reason for the Season.
This was written by oldbuck to remind his
Grand-kids of just that, The Reason for the Season.
Copyright © Old buck | Year Posted 2015