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Patriotic Religious Poems | Religious Poems About Patriotic

These Patriotic Religious poems are examples of Religious poems about Patriotic. These are the best examples of Patriotic Religious poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

Details | Rhyme | |

God's Purpose of the Rainbow


There’s many people who claim they’ve nothing to “hide!”
They tend to use the rainbow
 as a source of their “pride.”

But if you read in the book of Genesis, it is revealing.
God’s purpose of the rainbow had a different meaning!

The rainbow was there when much
 of mankind disappeared!
There was a promise of God that was so very clear.

He promised to never again destroy man with a flood.
This was his promise...  An extension of his love!

It was never intended as his approval for perversion!
Mankind still needs a Jesus filled holy conversion!

The colors of the rainbow can’t wash away sin’s dark stain!
This can only happen by the
 power of Jesus’ name!

The colors are beautiful…  But man’s heart is filled with deceit!
Without the soul cleansing power of Jesus… 
 We’re never complete!

No court decision can give the freedom that many desire!
Only the power of the cross can
 change you this very hour!

The only way to find equality with God, is through the cross!
Without his words of truth…
We are forever LOST!

Look past the colors of the rainbow!  Seek the power of the blood!
Then you too, can be changed from
 God’s power from above!

By Jim Pemberton   


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: II

Invisible chap
Bearded egomaniac
Probably not real


Details | Rhyme | |

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Lyric | |

Rain Man

we got a lot of rain man's wearin ray bands tryin to shake hands
with baked fans it a staged plan to get carly rea pants in front of a video tape.
stumblin mumblin bumblin fools trying to get paid
To say f this chick and f that one
whatever absurd word that flows right off of this tongue
got a dirty mouth, here is some orbitz gum
im sweatin bullets and i cant even afford a gun
but its so free if i want to abort my son then take his lungs
so i can be one hundred and forty one
and be here to see the thwarting of the sun

mr. obama who've worn out your welcome
But what do I know? I'm this republicun
who thinks all  girls and boys should become
either a monk or nun and never cum
and pay for all of our condoms and pregnancy prescriptions
Or am I christian who cant have fun
because I know hun its wrong to drink coke and rums
till i am drunk and wait for the ring to get buns
then go condemn kids with weed and pokemon

And its sad to think this what our kids believe
cause this what they preach on the MTV
and  their  heart beat beats to each tweet and re-tweet
till a pick leaks online then they move on to vines
whatever better trend setter that stimulates the mind


Details | Free verse | |

green waves

An ancient story 
from the emerald isle 
the jewel of every 
Irish heart treasured 
unwrapping it's beauty 
waves of green 
descent a 
world over 
spilling onto 
the streets 
like a tidal wave 

Core of our ancestors 
plucking them straight 
from the ground 
a little scarce 
this year 
gathering myself 
a right 
glorious bunch 

Taking them home 
a feeling 
of great pride 
as I wash them clean 
plucking dead 
ones out 
putting the cleaned shamrocks 
in a glass 
as taught down 
from my guardian parents 

Come our saints day 
I will have a massive 
great bunch 
knowing i could 
sell a big chunk 
to a few friend smiling 
with spare ones 
left at home 
depending on 
the demand 
laughing out loud 

With reverence 
to our great 
Saint Patrick 
on our day 
of green 
who banished 
the serpents 
from our soil 

His story 
is truly magical 
amongst the Irish 
sparkling shamrocks 
the blessed trinity 
a tale of lore 
he appeared 
in Tir Na Og 
meaning in English 
land of forever young 

Our true Irish flag 
is the harp and shamrock 
dating back to the fianna 
warriors of a king 
he is Paddy 
and i am one 
very proud patron 



On this wave 
of green rises 
for our great Saint 
raising my glass 
three cheers 
drowning Paddies shamrock 
in good style 
hail glorious 
Saint Patrick


Details | Prose Poetry | |

That Frightful Day

That Frightful Day

It was Tuesday, 
The world was told.
That terror filled the skies,
With murder cold and bold.

Americans are secure,
Our world is safe we said.
We work in total comfort,
Rest securely in our bed.

September is a lovely month,
Along the Eastern shores.
Turning leaves and autumn breeze,
Shouting peace, forevermore.

The eleventh day began the same,
With warm winds and shining sun.
Our dreams were real, our hopes were high,
It was the year double o' one.

What were those planes doing in the town,
Why were they flying so low?
The world's twin towers would soon come down,
All would surely know.

New York will never be the same,
Nor will the U S A.
People now stand hand in hand,
Because of that frightful day.

Americans are now united,
Our new-found faith will stay.
You and I will conquer,
If we take the time to pray.

God gave His Son to guide us,
With a message of Peace and Joy.
Love and understanding,
If His glory we employ.

RAYMOND V. MORGAN