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Song Religious Poems | Religious Poems About Song

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

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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. 







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Dance of the Maras

Have a look around
before you touch the ground
the things that you see
are the pleasures that can be.

Why waste your life for others
when all they want to do is smother
take it from me
this is the way it should be


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Don't You Cry

Well, my mother, she lay sick in bed;
And I can hear the words she said:
Don't you cry little boy,
Don't you cry little boy,
The Lord is near
Well, the doctor said he give her a weak;
Because she is so very week.
Don't you cry little boy,
Don't you cry little boy, 
The Lord is here.

Well, my father, he lay dying in bed;
And I can hear the words he said:
Don't you cry little girl,
Don't you cry little girl,
The Lord is near. 
The day has come and he's with me no more;
With wings in Heaven he will soar.
Don't you cry little girl, 
Don't you cry little girl, 
The Lord is here.

Well, our baby brother lay in his crib;
And these are the words we said:
Don't you cry little baby,
Don't you cry little baby, 
The Lord is near. 
He struggles for breath and cannot rest;
His hearts beats hard on his chest.
Don't you cry little baby, 
Don't you cry little baby, 
The Lord is here. 

Don't you cry little children, 
Don't you cry little children, 
I, the Lord, am near.
Don't you cry little children,
Don't you cry little children,
I, the Lord, am here.