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Jesus Sonnet Poems | Sonnet Poems About Jesus

These Jesus Sonnet poems are examples of Sonnet poems about Jesus. These are the best examples of Jesus Sonnet poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Jesus Call His Name

When in doubt
Call his name
When in pain
He will take it away

Call his name
When you say a Prayer
If your sad and blue
He is there for you

If you want a hug
He will embrace you
If you want to talk
He will listen

Call his name
If you want answers
If you have doubts
He is the one

Call his name
If you want someone to love
Sing to him
Give him praise

Lend a ear
Give a hand
Help those in need
Call his name


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Goodbye My Love

Goodbye My Love I never thought this day would ever arrive Maybe I thought my love for you was enough to keep you alive I desperately look around for a place where my tears could fall So they won’t interfere in your journey to Jesus when he calls I hold your frail hand softly as I watch you in an empty sleep Knowing that the Alzheimer’s has taken away all your precious memories I was hoping that the moment before you closed your eyes It was me that you stopped and recognized Instead, your eyes were at a constant stare of something I couldn’t see Perhaps there was an angel in the room waiting to take you to God’s heavenly family I slowly bend over and kiss you softly on your cheek the way I did each sunrise My tears then have chosen that place, to rest so patiently in my eyes I never thought about our lives would ever be separated from death I was always convinced that our love was enough to keep giving us eternal breath Sadly I know that it’s time for me to say goodbye my love and selflessly let you go To journey with Jesus so he may take away your illness from which you suffered so…
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Paragon of Virtue


His logos, oh, God had photographed
and made young Jesus his negative!
That, for us to see, to paragraph
it in life, so our souls, be received. 

But what’s faith does to my biograph
that my blooming illusions believed?
His logos, oh, God had photographed
and made young Jesus his negative!

Faith is like snowflake, a calligraph,
on fingertips of my thoughts that give
a paragon of virtue to live,
a subjective plot upon a graph;
His logos, oh, God had photographed
and made young Jesus his negative!


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My Father

My father...
You are a unique flower
This is how I keep you
In my heart forever
Until the sunset waves goodbye
My father...
You dwell now in the heart of Jesus Christ
Since with your strongest faith and blissful honor
You pleased our Lord, Jesus Christ, who
Visited your humble radiant home
In the middle of a calm night
And hugged your ardent soul
With an eternal blessing..
Your beautiful memory, my father, and
Your beautiful poetry will linger
Over Palestinian heights, your homeland,
And shine passionately forever.

This poetry was composed and translated to English and Spanish by his two daughters:
Suheila Zeidan and Nadia Shahwan in the memory of their father, Panayot Zeidan, who was
known as the poet of Palestine. He lived in Aruba for over twenty years working and
studying philosophy. He was a member in the Palestinian Book League, he worked as a
language teacher in addition to his small business as a merchant, and he composed
bounteous poetry that bloomed from his kernel with a great love for his country, Palestine.

Mi padre... 
Usted es una flor única, 
esto es cómo mantenerle en mi corazón para siempre, 
hasta que despide de la puesta del sol. 
Mi padre... 
Usted detenerme ahora en el corazón de Jesucristo, 
desde su fe más fuerte y dichosos honor; 
complace nuestro Señor, Jesucristo, 
que visitó su humilde casa radiante, 
en medio de una noche tranquila 
y abrazó a su alma ardiente 
con una eterna blessing… 
Su memoria hermosa, mi padre 
y su poesía hermosa se 
persistir en alturas de palestinas, su patria 
y brillan apasionadamente para siempre.


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To hear you again

Set child, listen to your elder's story                                                                          often as you can for we are but men                                                                               A time to live a time to die sorely                                                                                   in life to always do good, my friend:                                                                      Written books are ink and pen, by a hand                                                                       So harken more to do the good, when told                                                                 Living letters never to hold again                                                                                   is far better to hear a voice of old:                                                                                for prose can write anything to get their way                                                                  living histories of the feelings told                                                                                     are fading, grows from youth to old but stay;                                                                  before you pass a place you can not go                                                                          To heed my grandmother's words, I said no                                                                      always to do good I fail but I know


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Jesus Can

Jesus can do all things
He can make your wrong
Into right
Make your dreams come true

Give you the world
Or take it away
If you do not listen and obey
Turn it over to Him

Make the sun shine bright
The moon glow at night
Stars twinkle at you
Flowers bloom in full array

He can make your days bright
Your nights happy
Let you be all you can be
Give you pure delight


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A Heavenly Poem

God never turns his back on you,
Even during your darkest hour,
When things may get the toughest in life,
Which make you question,
Whether He really exsist ot not,
But He has never left your side,
And He watches over you always,
During your good times and bad,
For you need to believe in Christ,
To see the light of the gates of heaven,
Which will brighten your everyday,
For you will feel his presence in your life,
Cause He is there to guide you,
All along your way...


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Light Of Jesus

       LIGHT OF JESUS
Have you not stared into God's Holy night
just letting go--to be part of the whole--
and frolicked in a flowing cosmic light
to bring about re-birthing of the soul?

So few have seen--within their searching mind
as dying and returning to before--
mistakenly, they search, but never find
the face of God--who let them live some more--

Our blinding light--forever reaches on--
and fills the soul with joy beyond compare
then bonds us all--when we think life is gone--
into a love that makes love ev'rywhere.

  And God gave us this love to ever be
  so simple yet--so hard for some to see.


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THE VIRGIN AND CHILD

Blesséd cheek worships Holy cheek, the Son
 
is adored with a tender touch, a gentle gaze,

the Madonna, as all mothers, left undone

by life's greatest gift, every sacred phase. 

How soft His suckle, how hallowed His cries,

those first words astounded, lightened her heart,

within His warm eyes she watched the sun rise,

though stars sang sad lullabies, Heaven’s concert. 

Soon, too soon, will come tremendous sorrow

for the Lamb that she swaddled will one day bleed,

but Jesus just smiles, says, Fear not tomorrow,

Love will provide all the courage we need.

Mary, raised by her own, forever awed

that her arms had once rocked the Grace of God.







*A contemporary "toned" sonnet. Contemporary sonnets do not necessarily use meter, make free use of enjambment and slant rhyme and the syllable count is loose. Most contemporary sonneteers give a fair nod to their predecessors, as they write sonnets because they love the original form, but enjoy modern influences, a freer format and the ability to shake up the status quo. 

This sonnet is inspired by the works of Sofonisba Anguissola, a renaissance painter known for her stunning portraits and her depictions of a loving Madonna. 

Please, look for yourself. Open the about this poem link, if you can. If you are unable:

http://employees.oneonta.edu/farberas/arth/arth200/artist/sofonisba.htm


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Sin Has No Hold ON Me

On this most holy of days
I stop for a moment to think
Of sin and its horrible stink
I begin to mend my ways
I give jesus the praise
I no longer at sin will wink
Now it makes me blink
I care what Jesus says
He is my Savior now
He died to make me whole
At my sin He didn't scowl
He gave His life for my soul
He died to set me free
Now sin has no hold on me!


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