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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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GOD OF THIS CITY

"THERE WAS THIS PRECIOUS, WIDOW WHOM HAD BEEN ILL FOR MANY YEARS AND HAD EVENTUALLY SPENT HER LIFE'S SAVINGS UPON, DOCTORS WHOM COULD DO 'NOTHING' FOR HER |*:*\ ONE DAY SHE BEHELD WITH `HOPE IN HER PRICELESS EYES,`HEAVEN'S MESSIAH,`SURROUNDED BY LOST `CHILDREN WHOM HAD NO SHEPHERD *.* 'IF ONLY I CAN TOUCH `HIS`HEM SHE THOUGHT; THEN I WILL BE CURED ~ YOU SEE,`GOD'S HOLY SPIRIT WAS AS A CUP OVERFLOWING IN HIS SON`SMILING AT HER SAYING, `DAUGHTER, YOUR FAITH HAS MADE YOU WELL; GO IN `PEACE |*:*\(*{{.... ~"
                                              * 9/19/2014 5:14PM


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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


Details | Italian Sonnet |

Praise God With Me

We praise You for the mysterious sea
We fear Your glorious Name above all Names
More than the sharpness of shark fangs
We will forever sing of Your glory.
Oh, Architect of all Earth’s beauty,
King above all kings that reign, 
Deliverer from our every chain,
You are so ever praiseworthy!

Your Son died and rose again,
He holds the keys to Your kingdom,
His blood washes clean our every sin.
Behold the Spirit He said You would send, 
No one surpasses Him in wisdom,
He is our ever-present friend.


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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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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!


Details | Italian Sonnet |

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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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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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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ALL THE WORLD WILL STOP - It's Jesus

   ALL THE WORLD WILL STOP
Some day we will hear the angel's voices,
singing from heaven
and the love of God will light up
this old world here below;
some day we will see a light from Heaven,
shining from Heaven,
and the love of God 
will light this world we know.

On the day when Jesus comes again,
we'll all look up to Heaven.
He'll be there in His glory
on the day He comes again.
On the day when Jesus comes again
we'll all look up to see Him!
On the day when Jesus comes again!

All the world will stop!
And look to Heaven
when they hear the angels singing!
All the world will stop!
And see the saviour
standing in the light of God!
All the world will stop!
and we'll see Jesus
and the glory He'll be bringing!
Then you're gonna hear the whole world singing!
Then you're gonna hear the whole world singing!
Hallelujah! It's Jesus!
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


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