I know its the summer time because of how naturally
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree
Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013
A day in the springtime, so balmy and sunny,
A few precious moments with nothing to do
Found me on my lawn, in the sunrays of honey
Which poured from the heavens of delicate blue.
I thought as I sat there of One who is brighter,
Whose rays thrill my heart on the cloudiest day;
And when it is sad, it can only grow lighter
When He fills it up with His love while I pray.
No heart is too hard, neither lost in a darkness
Too deep for the light of the heavenly Sun;
With warm, gentle hands He removes every hardness,
And darkness retreats from the face of God's Son.
I thought as I sat there of how I once drifted
For lack of a compass on waves of the sea;
But now I've a book, and my wandering has shifted
To one single course, where my life is to be.
The skies were once dark as the night without moonlight,
And day on the wings of black stormclouds would run;
But now even night is like shade of the noonlight-
God gave me in mercy a place in the sun.
His goodness and mercy are with me forever,
E'en when thro' the valley of shadows I go;
He comforts my tears, sees my smallest endeavor:
His truth is the one thing forever I'll know.
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2015
By Nate Spears
I stand on top of the opinion of the mighty powers above
Staring into the eyes of their dominion
Keeping myself armed and fighting
In the order of a new world
In the order of new eyes
My spirit is old
In the order of new times
My heart lacks no fear
My hands lacks no wrong
So I have no tears
to let roll on
As The River Of Jordan splashes in red
My evil days shall past
Consistent with biblical teachings
I speak the truth consistent with loud speakers
Let freedom ring
While I’m running my fingers through the clouds
I've discovered a savior to save us
Now drip my sun light onto the best
Now drip my sun light onto the rest
Goodness shall fall from my fingers tips
Onto the pages
of my ink.
Copyright © Nate Spears | Year Posted 2013
Its brilliant light, marking it as hallowed,
a star crossed the sky as wise men followed.
It lured kings and mystics to a loan spot,
to witness what God through Mary begot.
As its light shone, the world started to change,
and the heart of Man began feeling strange.
Our Savior came and Jesus was His name,
for after His birth nothing was the same.
A young Boy saw blood wrongly tainting God,
and knowing of God’s love, He found this odd.
When God was hailed warrior and called to kill,
Jesus knew the role He was born to fill.
Only through example, could He teach love,
so He gave His life so we’d rise above.
Yet His role as martyr brought His heart grief,
and He prayed beseeching God for relief.
Jesus's sacrificial love gave Man hope,
for though the world is wicked we can cope.
And praise be to God for His only Son,
whose death assured me my place in the sun.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
Shelter from the shattering storm.
I seek you God to keep me warm.
Deep in my heart I have no doubt.
My wounded soul is turned about.
He gathers me in His comforting arms.
Shines forth to keep me from all harms.
The radiance from His beautiful face
lights my journey and brings me grace.
With a band of cherubim by His side
Lord Jesus begs me not to hide.
" Don't worry child" He says to me.
"The stripes on my back will set you free"
This gives me hope for joyful days
as I bask in His glorious rays.
I could not have a dearer friend.
With Jesus life will never end.
for the contest "A Place In The Sun"
sponsored by Gail Angel
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2015
Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day
Where she always loved to be at Una walked along the steady stream
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)
And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy
With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words
I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-
She became very happy and intrigued
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words
-I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith
There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion
So small and graceful like a gift from god above
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith
Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013
Outside Jesus Town
Old man dusted off his hat and whiskers
Polished off a tumbler of red wine
Continued baking in the California sun
Outside the town of Jesus, just east of it, before the mines
There to finish his raw sculpture of a sandy rusted man
Bent over, sitting on a worn out stool
The desert followed the old artist
It is everywhere
He blended in with it
Black hat and shirt were not the best apparel for the heat of day
They are the only clothes the old man owns
He scavenges the dried out lands for metals
Rusted iron is the best to build the sculpted figure
A monument to life out there on prairies
Where heat and art and wine take part in nature
And pull it all together from the dark
The white bearded man with tumble weeded hair
Stands contemplative just east of Jesus
Planning his next rusted man
But blinded by the noon day sun
Created on 12/05/14 for- East Jesus – Poetry Contest
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
“Then the Angel of the LORD called to Abraham a second time out of heaven, and said: “By Myself I have sworn, says the LORD, because you have done this thing, and have not withheld your son, your only son—blessing I will bless you, and multiplying I will multiply your descendants as the stars of the heaven and as the sand which is on the seashore; and your descendants shall possess the gate of their enemies. In your seed all the nations of the earth shall be blessed, because you have obeyed My voice.”’
— Genesis 22:15-18 NKJV
Little grains of sand
Assembled along the shore
—Meet sunlit water
Copyright © J.R. Dawson | Year Posted 2013
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013
As the sun smiled and fadeth behind the clouds
The yawning earth uncloak her beauty to the moon
Halfway through the night, a clock strikes ‘12’ too soon
Virgins carried a lamp and a vessel of oil
Eagerly waiting for the groom’s appearance
Abounding in devotion, patience and perseverance
Virgins grew weary and fell asleep, at midnight a cry was made
“Behold the Bridegroom cometh”
Here He comes and there the band of virgins goeth
Virgins begin to trim their lamp
But five neglected to watch and to pray
They never anticipated so long a delay
“Oh no! Our wasting lamps is dying out by day
Please give us of thy oil!
Please spare us a little of thy toil!”
“No! We have no oil to spare
Lest our lamps burn with dim flame
The groom is come already, lest He vent blame”
The unwise virgins were shut outside the banquet hall
They were left anguishing in gross darkness
In a night of eternal and unredeemed blackness
Both parties were taken unaware
But one was prepared for emergency
As their lamps continually glow with fervency
We have come to the last time
Let your lamps burn and not quenched
And be not a passive warmer on thy church-bench
The Poet Preacher © 2013
Command the Israelites to bring pure, pressed olive oil to you for the lamp, to keep a light burning constantly.-Leviticus 24:2
Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2013
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
Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2013
A Place In The Sun
In church at night by blue candles sway
Standing over them in prayer
Each one represents a soul from yesterday
Held together there
Spiritual energy surrounds the tabernacle alter
God’s home away from home on Earth
He smiles, blessed by holy water
Gives us gentle peace and solid worth
I stand together with Jesus over candle lights
Then step outside with Him to view the morning sun
The warmth of nature that feels just right
Knowing life has just begun
Created on 1/14/15 for- Gail Angel Doyle Poetry Contest “ A Place In The Sun”
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015
brilliant rainbow fire eternal kaleidoscope yet always the same
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2013
thanks for this inspiration skat....;)
by: Eric L. Boddie
The sun, to the Earth, gives Life
Just as we Receive It Through The Son, Jesus Christ
The sun, God's Gift to all men, it even warms the skin
While The Son Keeps us warm from within
The sun, that big, great, glorious ball of light in the sky
The Son, The Light That Gives Life to you and I
Copyright © eric boddie | Year Posted 2015
God is perfect in all things he creates
shining his love from the very first day
The sun and the moon he set up high
they pour light to be our guide
Gods light he puts in my heart
without him I wouldn't feel whole
When he returns all see his face gleam bright
coming to carry us to our home on high
I can only imagine what heaven will be
the glorious colors, lights, and souls to meet
Sun and moon no more needed
The Almighty and Jesus Christ is the glow that will be
Copyright © Carrie Cheek | Year Posted 2012
IF JESUS ASKS
Dew on the grass
Wants to disappear
As a day wakes up
Frightened by the red eyes of sun.
Again all those men
Will remain tireless
For some more hours.
Sharp arrows from their mind
Distance on the earth,
Boundary of the of universe,
Pride of stars being alone,
Even the game fate plays.
But today’s day is tired.
That green tree
Standing naked in a landscape
Sunbath during winter,
Play with wind on stormy days,
A born again make up
As spring bade good bye,
Or get drenched in rain
Like a farmer’s son.
Old days have enjoyed them all.
That green tree
No more there,
City’s claw has removed,
Roots of its existence.
Is it only that lonely tree
Has been killed by city life!
Did not you see the tears of ocean!
Like a beloved lady
Wanted to wipe out
All weariness of humankind.
And in exchange
Modern life poisoned her heart
With all its senselessness.
When the day,
Wants to hide her face,
Men are still preying,
What else is remaining?
What else is faraway?
When daylight disappears,
Now penguin’s blood is our subject matter.
Or if this world becomes a bomb in fire
Then we shall hire
Our extraterritorial neighbor
To settle us in space shuttle,
Above the earth atmosphere.
So, the day unwilling to wake up any more.
Only the red eye of sun wakes her up.
Remember how morning birds
Use to sing melodies,
To wake her up.
All that resonance is missing,
As dew fell from leaves to leaves.
Glorious smile of shining water drops
On a lotus leaf
Cry alone now.
Misses how pleasant was twilight’s tune.
In today’s day
Who is there has time for them all.
But every year
There are seminars
Those entire glorious chapters
Sun, moon, even heaven is not too far.
And many more
All are in the memory of a computer.
But today’s day
Redeye of sun wakes her up.
Are men no more sacred now!
May be like polluted water,
As sacred from holy Ganga river.
So one day,
Jesus asks to the heart of mankind,
You have achieved so much,
Your glorious days are here,
Then why you still keep me crucified!
For how many centuries
Shall I remain!
Human child knows age-old answer
‘Its your greatness
To remain there,
So we worship!’
Only red eyes of sun
Wakes another day up.
A day -
No dew falling on her lap.
A poem by GOUTAM HAZRA
Copyright © Goutam Hazra | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
Grasses green and things
unseen, that shining light
is not out of sight. By your
side an angel weeps and
tears from heaven are at
Spring is in full
bloom what a beautiful sight.
What magnificent scents I feel
on top of the world, at the highest
Time to get
up and go for a stroll, showing
appreciation for all that we've got.
Glance around breath in and out,
we indeed have a lot.
then look upwards, realise we are
truly loved from Heaven above.
Feel the bliss of creation, from a
glorious yellow sun kiss.
your life, the thought gives you a
fright! A lifestyle so lazy living in a
world that was hazy.
Now that haze
been lifted, you should see the gifts.
Be swift and do something about it,
there is only one true king.
your mind, now is the time. Name above
all names give our glorious Lord Jesus
Copyright © Andy Craig | Year Posted 2013
The sun goes down, sunny side up.
My thoughts, shallow and unrefined delight in their new found depth.
The moon begins to bloom. Numbered stars take
their place in the countless skies.
There is a serenity I have received that I cannot change. It is a different kind of wisdom. It knows the difference.
God Rocks. Jesus Rolls
The train roars. Time Rumbles.
Night awakes. Rested and well fed it stretches into the light.
Shade delights in its own conception. Newborn shadows, suckle on the night.
Temptation seizes me. Prayer returns the volley.
Ice cubes skinny dip in glasses. They sit at a chair less table.
Painted walls procrastinate at the corner.
Skipped beats gather at the heart.
Motes conspire to dust.
A slick polished thought gets waxed.
Outside a lazy droopy wind falls to the ground.
Rain gathers in trees.
A rainbow shatters the sky.
Dawn breaks, broke.
The sun also rises. Over easy.
Copyright © James Kosiorek | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
I keep messing up,
what is this recipe
to my true destiny?
Like a lead balloon
in the blue lagoon,
sinking fast to my own
doom. Yet I glance to
the surface, captivated
by a shimmering sun.
Somehow I break my
bonds and strife. Breaking
the surface with a gasp of
Copyright © Andy Craig | Year Posted 2013
A Place in the Sun
I could run all day, but you would still be with me.
You guide me to the Golden Gate since you are the key.
You block the enemy’s harmful tricks.
As he tries to steal all of your picks.
Please keep me calm and help me trust in you.
Even though I don’t understand all that you do.
Why am I still running when I have already won?
Through you I have found my place in the Son.
Copyright © DaChardae Lindsey | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
Whatever You do, Whatever You say,
Even if Your angry all day,
Even if You want quiet time alone,
Or possibly time away from home,
Don't Let the Sun go down on Your anger
Don't Let anger take hold of You,
That You don't know what You do
Pray.. Right away.. Jesus is waiting to hear
Tell Him all about it.. There is No Reason to fear
Than all Your anger will disappear
Ask Jesus for Forgiveness Immediately
For the anger that You've displayed
To No Longer have anger in Your Heart
So, It won't become a part of You, Everyday
When Jesus was Upon the Cross
He said "Father Forgive Them"
"For they do Not no what they do"
Always Love One another.. Forgive All Others
Just Like Our Father Forgave Me and You
Follow Jesus Steps.. It is God's Request
Come to Jesus.. Receive Love & Peace
Let go of your anger.. Let go and Let God work
Copyright © Star Light | Year Posted 2011