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- Peace, Love, and Gods Greatest Gift -




The mellifluous musical tones of the village bells

Echoing chimes over the cold snowcapped mountains

Both finding their way to people in the valley below

Christmas songs — let your spirit sing freely and loudly

Welcoming the Birth of Our Savior and Baby King

Who so charms the Angels on High and God Himself

On this night, The Star was so beautiful, clear, and shiny

Crisp and so crystal-bright, centered above and beyond

Reflecting now the Lord God’s most divine and holy light

There is real magic in the night air as Heaven rejoices aloud

The child and the infant’s divine soul breathe life now intently

Fulfilling truly God’s very promise and His hope to Mankind

Keep this Christmas spirit — share it with others near and far

Grace filled with good tidings as we dance on wings of joy

We all now celebrate in great happiness, love, and kindness

Christmas is forever — and you must never ever close this door

Faith always enters, carrying His guiding torch high and proud

And encouraging Man every step of the way on his long journey

Even in a simple cradle where the Baby Jesus so innocently lay

Heaven doth bathe His cradle with the warmest rays of divine light

Bespeaking the heavenly beauty, joy, and wonder of Our Savior

Amazing peace makes a lovely gift, I wish for all of us to have

As new life blossoms, wrapped in petals of an immaculate heart

God’s holy blessing, love, and intention are clear for all to see

That Holy Night the Angels entire sang mirthfully on Christmas Eve

Praising Almighty Lord God in Heaven on the birth of His only son

The Angels’ paeans echoed in their divine beauty across the Universe

To bring peace now, glowing with your love, is His divine intention

Rejoicing in God’s Greatest Gift to Mankind who was born in a manger

Destined to become Our Most Holy and Divine Savior — Amen! Amen!






Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid, and Gary Bateman
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 1, 2015 (Unrhymed Tercet)


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

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SNOW GLOBE

Welcome to my ----- life
A beautiful broken aura
             Unsettled flakes
             The sound of yesterday
             Shattered winter glass
Transcend to the unconscious mind
Frozen, dead, yet alive
Hell, escapes my future of eternal suffering 
Tiny buttons of snow -fall to my feet
Firewood burns endlessly,
The hairs of her soft skin rise like wheat
Shadows by hand flip the hourglass
The possibility of change takes  --- need
She stands on the outside of my dreams
Looking in;
Quietly she summons the cold legion 
Confused, trying to cleanse her soul 
She wipes off old fingerprints 

White glitter, forgotten notes
Spiritual spells enhanced in a quiet villa
Shadows of hands toss the glow
Daydreaming inside another dream
Falling flakes in hopes of peace
A warm bedded cabin sits at ease
Observing, breathing, mind settling
Swirling into an earthy feel
Another long downward drift
 
Shadows of hands set the tide
She awakens, sharing the stars
She mocks the sun, her eyes sparkle
Covered in snow - aging peacefully
She fibers to soothe her soul
She reeks, neither heaven nor hell
Temporary punishment, rattling thoughts
Captured in a transparent globe
Passing through a purgatory world
No walls, no in between
Falling far from the echoes of life
Sacrificed by death before salvation 
Transcending to the unconscious mind
             Shattered winter glass
             The sound of yesterday
             Unsettled flakes
A beautiful broken aura
Depart from my ----- life             

By: PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015

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Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.


Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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HOLY IS THE LAMB


    You must teach me to be humble 
    For love is the reason you died 
    The lamb is so clean, white and holy 
    A newborn Lamb of God who makes new life begin 
    The Lamb gentleness is evident for all 
    Take away my sinful thoughts and lies 
    Worthy is the Lamb that carries your words 
    I'm no angel, but I know they exist 
    You paid with your blood for the salvation of men 
    Love abundance is where you are found 

    



    Contest Name:HOLY IS THE LAMB...
    Sponsor:Verlena S. Walker
    Deadline:10/11/2014 



    05.10.2014
    A-L Andresen :)
    Copyright © All Rights Reserved 

    - Thank you for my 2nd place in contest :) - 
    





Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2014

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Peace, Love, and God's Greatest Gift

Peace, Love, and God’s Greatest Gift

The mellifluous musical tones of the village bells
Echoing chimes over the cold snowcapped mountains
Both finding their way to people in the valley below

Christmas songs—let your spirit sing freely and loudly
Welcoming the Birth of Our Savior and Baby King
Who so charms the Angels on High and God Himself

On this night, The Star was so beautiful, clear, and shiny
Crisp and so crystal-bright, centered above and beyond
Reflecting now the Lord God’s most divine and holy light

There is real magic in the night air as Heaven rejoices aloud
The child and the infant’s divine soul breathe life now intently
Fulfilling truly God’s very promise and His hope to Mankind 

Keep this Christmas spirit—share it with others near and far
Grace filled with good tidings as we dance on wings of joy
We all now celebrate in great happiness, love, and kindness

Christmas is forever—and you must never ever close this door
Faith always enters, carrying His guiding torch high and proud
And encouraging Man every step of the way on his long journey

Even in a simple cradle where the Baby Jesus so innocently lay
Heaven doth bathe His cradle with the warmest rays of divine light
Bespeaking the heavenly beauty, joy, and wonder of Our Savior

Amazing peace makes a lovely gift, I wish for all of us to have
As new life blossoms, wrapped in petals of an immaculate heart
God’s holy blessing, love, and intention are clear for all to see 

That Holy Night the Angels entire sang mirthfully on Christmas Eve
Praising Almighty Lord God in Heaven on the birth of His only son
The Angels’ paeans echoed in their divine beauty across the Universe 

To bring peace now, glowing with your love, is His divine intention 
Rejoicing in God’s Greatest Gift to Mankind who was born in a manger
Destined to become Our Most Holy and Divine Savior—Amen! Amen!

Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid, and Gary Bateman
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 1, 2015 (Unrhymed Tercet)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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Element Water

It took place shortly after   and the stage was set
before words      before ink      before heavenly breath
There was a rain on the parade
of eternal monotony
and the angels were elated

In the Beginning God created...      the verse everyone knows
tantalizing phrasing that leaves you on your tip-toes

before grass      before plants      before earthly foes

And the earth was without form...      (and talk about void!)

It was there when it was all lightning and storm:
chaos untamed in watery upheaval,
though the celestial walls were impermeable

Enough disarray to make a grown man weep

And darkness was over the surface of the deep...

It was there before it was given the title: Sea
Before light was birthed with a "Let there be"

Blanketing the earth with cerulean comfort
in preparation for ethereal tickles,
despair happy to take her wings

And the Spirit of God was hovering...

Like a golden eagle dipping down
into azure pools
knowing mountains will soon rise from your depths

... but LOVE is the requisite
   ... and HOPE is the heart of it

Just like the weather that's about to hit the scene,
before Pangaea performs in emerald green

... and there was morning      the Second Day

Can you not hear your doubts just wash away?

---remember what happened on the Third?
I'm sure you do---

As you see Him reaching down with liquid love for you,
longing to invigorate your being

He wants to split you in half
as the Rod of Moshe
made watery walls of crystallization
He longs to enter into your towering trust

(and not just on occasion)

For sometimes the Water of Life is dramatic
Sometimes it's not

And sometimes your fears could use a little irrigation
(right now your eyes could use
a bit of prayerful precipitation)

Remember the ruby water that dripped down
the Face of the Son
that fateful day
Drink it in      Become full
Indulge in humble hydration

Your heart will tell you what you should

And behold it was very good...



NOTE: Moshe is the Hebrew rendering of the name Moses.

Written April 2nd, 2016
For the Element Water Contest Hosted by Brian Davey

Six Words Used: Impermeable, Requisite, Invigorate, Crystallization, Precipitation, Hydration


Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016

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God, don't look at me like that

I never learned how to pray
because often times the silence preaches louder than the sermon,
and the bullets of my heart don’t bleed like you think they should
instead they melt
melt like icecream set out in the summer sun,
like the mountain snow run off into the streams,
like ice clamped together between my fist,
my fists,
my fists that stop bullets from protruding my skin,
my fists that explode and scream louder than a sermon.

God, don’t look at me like that.
Your pupils look like firing bullets,
knocking us out one by one by one,
saying you can’t come in
because you never learned how to pray. 

God, don’t look at me like that.
Your iris’s look like vortexs of instability
rolling our ground like an earthquake
telling us to do more,
be more,
pray more,
or we can’t come in.

My fists stop the bullets and together our fists make boulders,
knocking down our insecurities
one by one by one.
If we don’t make it in
then that is okay
because our fists will turn into butterflies
and our hearts will turn into lions
and our bones will turn into the infrastructure of hell
because that is what my preacher told me.

Preacher, don’t look at me like that,
don’t shake your head at my appearance
just because I have ink on my arm doesn’t make me less of a person,
just because I have color on my eyelids,
just because my skirts above my knee,
just because my fists don’t unwind and interlock doesn’t make me less of a person.

I never learned how to pray
because often times the silence preaches louder than the sermon.
God, don’t look at me like that. 



Copyright © Katie Pukash | Year Posted 2013

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- Heavenly Hugs -



Unique is the discipline of love 
Understanding God's law
Faith holds supreme commander

Sometimes we have to fight 
our way through a concrete jungle
stone cold dreams nightmare evaluates 

Rocking the cradle unworthy desires 
no peace or rest for the wicked deeds
in order to find the answers to hopes prayer
 
Truth pointing us directions 
within our code of moral conduct 
which supports us in our voyage
 
In the walk of life chaos grips hearts consumed with hate 
Without faith our souls identity will become dust 
Needing hugs from heaven to survive 







A Collaborated Poem 19.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
(tercets unrymed)


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

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Simply time to go, a little brother's lamentation

Too hard for me to say goodbye
For all apparent reasons why
Even though we all know it must be
Each heart will someday stop the beat
When the rhythm of life, and silence, finally meet
.
Yet I always seem so surprised 
To find that death is part of life 
Knowing that regret, will now haunt my every rhyme 
The specter called "if only", will inhabit every line.
Wish I could arbitrate a deal to have gained a little time
Just one more talk with Sissy, to ease my guilty mind. 
.
And the sun now sets on my regrets
I gamble on time and lose each bet
Thinking I'll move on and yet, 
here I set . . .
Wishing for one more time 
One more pun
One more smile 
That will never come 
.
If I could just recall the things you said that mattered to you most.
Memories un memorized
That now I'll never know
Years of conversation when I didn't pay attention
Times I should have said I love you 
And somehow failed to mention
.
Then when you tried to tell me you felt your time was drawing near
Your selfish little brother pretended not to hear.
Even when you did your best,  and tried to let me know
You'd made your peace and you were ready, and that for you . . . 
It was simply time to go


Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2015

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Eve

Does the past really matter?
 Does it set you free? 
I’m absorbed in the sin,
That is surrounding him and me. 

Lost in the curiosity,
Cold to the touch. 
Drenched in the poison,
With my dignity in his clutch.

Feeling like I was cheated;
I chose the evil instead of light.
I traded in the sunshine,
For what lurks in the night. 

I disobeyed his orders,
I gave up security to be unsure.
I went against the warnings,
Gave into darkness instead of remaining pure.

Once my bed was made of soft grass,
But now it is made of stone.
Was plump from all of the luscious fruit,
Now I’m starving to the bone. 

My curse is one of circumstance.
The punishment a crime,
I’m stuck inside this dampened cave,
For the rest of time. 
My world came crashing down,
The grief has not subsided.
My heart broke completely,
When my sons collided. 

My misery a token,
From the abandonment I earned.
Upon the time spent in sorrow,
There was a lesson to be learned.

Have I found the moral?
Only in time we shall see,
For all I did was eat an apple-
From the Knowledge tree. 


Copyright © Alyssa Waters | Year Posted 2013

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No Longer Mourn for Me When I Am Dead

If Death should call, let me go free;
It's only Heaven beckons me.
If I should step beyond the veil
Of sight and sound and voice, 't is well;
I shall be glad to place my head
Beneath the sod with other dead.
My spirit will not linger there
But float on myriad colored air
And dip its wings o'er twinkling stars
And ride the moon's bright, silver car.
At last my yearning soul will know,
Forever ceased its worldly woe.
If Death comes, do not robe in black
As if you want my spirit back;
I would not want your soul to grieve
Nor stand here desolate, bereaved.
I shall be glad at last to go;
Rejoice with me who wished it so.
It's not a morbid, ghastly thought
But one in Grace and Glory wrought.
For just beyond life's ebbing sea,
Beyond earth's pain and agony,
I dimly see the other shore
Where I shall live forevermore.
Death shall but serve to chauffer me
From galaxy to Galaxy.
His fingers do not clutch and tear
The soul from one who does not fear;
That soul is borne up in his arms
In ecstasy, without alarms.
Death will not be my dreaded fate:
He is but Heaven's op'ning gate.

Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson


Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

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Red Roses on Calvary

There were roses on Calvary that day, you know.
Bunches and bunches of roses adorning the skull.
Red roses! For crimson blood seeped profusely that day.
It had to be so for our own sake.  Divine blood 
that dripped from a thousand and one hematic wounds
as He hang on a brittle tree He Himself had created.
 
There were sharp, pointed thorns too on the roses.
They adorned His Divine head, piercing the smooth skin,
forcing majestic blood ooze down into His royal eyes,
stinging them abundantly, preventing proper sight.
No wonder the prophet Isaiah said of Him:
"his appearance was so disfigured beyond that of any man 
and his form marred beyond human likeness....."
Such were the pointed thorns that crowned Him King of Kings.
 
Yet for those who know, there was perfume there too.
A fabulous fragrance that came down from Heaven
on the wings of the Holy Spirit, a balm of blissful grace,
that we may wash ourselves in it and be justified.
"He took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows,"
For He loved us much.  And we?  Do we return His Love?

23 March 2016

A Broken Wings Contest
Placed 5

Voted POTD on 16 May 2016


Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

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Change the world

Stagnant hateful world we live 
Something has got to give
 Mass destruction of the human soul
Innocent lives have become the toll
False prophets who have manipulated the word
Has planted a seed in every boy and girl 
  It's time to take back ALL our lost
 And teach them love at any cost 
Stop judging people on how they look
Or who they love,or what book
 


Copyright © Jessica Zorn | Year Posted 2016

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Our Omnipotent God

Lord, you turned the wheels of the galaxies,
You know what makes the planets spin.
You set the universe in motion,
And yet, you care for mortal man.

By your hands, you set the atoms dancing,
And keep the great currents circling in the sea.
You call all the stars by their names, O Lord,
And yet you care for me.

Lord, you have measured the waters,
In the hollow of your hand.
You make the clouds your chariot,
And yet, you care for mortal man.

You sit upon the circle of the Earth,
And stretch the heavens as a curtain we can see.
You walk on the wings of the wind, O Lord,
And yet, you care for me.


Copyright © Betty Harp Butler | Year Posted 2016

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Love Gone Before

     Dear God,

     As these hearts, ailed with sadness
     Look for reasons in the dark
     Turn their loss to hope and gladness
     When to your light, lost love embarks.

     Finding peaceful rest beside you
     Is our prayer this soul will find 
     Into your arms with joy to cling to
     From pain and sorrow left behind.

     Tis but a whisper of your goodness
     That offers all that seek a home
     Forever promised in its pureness
     Null of fear to ever roam.

     Pray, we someday see the reason
     Not for them but we who wait
     That when it becomes our season
     We will not pine to meet our fate.

     Treasured love who’s gone before,
                Be at peace forever more…

     Prayer Contest
     Sponsored by Eve Roper
     Love Gone Before© 
     08/17/2016


Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2016

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The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,
Amen!


Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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THE LIFE OF JESUS CHRIST LORD

In Galilee, his voice was heard.
In Nazareth, he rested his spirit.
Cana is where he was first miraculous.
In Galilee, the crowds were like a flock of sheep.
But his crucifixion in Judea defeated their image.
My beloved Jesus knew his faith.
At the last supper, he told his disciples about his last days.

Oh Lord of greatness
How they hung you on the cross
Arms stretched to the limit
Not mindful (of it) at all.
The people of Galilee embraced your ministry.
In Judea, they crowded to witness your crucifixion.
Your mother cried out but
She knew that you were seeking your crown.
In Heaven, you reside.

You were raised from the dead.
Lord Jesus, you will meet your disciples once again.
Your resurrection was angelical.
An angel appeared to your disciples.
They were informed of your forgoing.
In Galilee, as promised, they would see you once more.

The prophecy of the birth of Christ is destiny that forfeited his life.
_________________________________________________________
Penned March 20, 2015!


Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

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LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013

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It's Never Too Late

His lifeboat drifted aimless; scorching days and chill of night,
with no hope of rescue within his dizzying, blurred sight.

Hunger gripped his belly in long piercing pangs.
Deprived; life giving liquid, his body, now was drained.

 He'd heard stories of both, the devil and Jesus man.
Simply disregarding them; he never took a stand.

"God help me"; empty words repeated in desperation.
No manna dropped from heaven, nor miracle hydration.

Feeling shunned by the one, he called upon the other,
" I'd give my soul for a crumb and a thimble of fresh water."

Parting the curtain of fog, stretched an ancient taloned hand.
"Give yourself to me, and I'll gladly meet your demands."

The devil's seductive voice; at first music to his ears.
We'll feast on souls of nonbelievers, and drink their desperate tears.

Beckoning him from port side, slowly starboard his head turned.
The devil's real, then so is Jesus; his latest lesson learned.

Squeezing his last drop of strength, he managed to his knees.
Through blood stained lips, the sinners prayer; "Father, forgive me, please."

These dying words, barely uttered, he stood at heaven's gate.
My God is a merciful God... Repent... It's never too late.... 



Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2014

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Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna

*Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna I am your devotee I know and feel the pains of others Keep me doing well to others And let not ego or pride enter my mind. Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna As your devotee Never speak ill of others Disdain greed and avarice Respect women as I respect my mother. Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna As your devotee I never indulge in lies Lust and anger not my forte For the salvage of my family. Hare Ram, Hare Ram Lead me from despair to hope Fear to trust, from hate to love From false to truth, war to peace. As your true devotee I know Birth is suffering, old age is suffering, Disease is suffering, death is suffering, Unite me not with the unpleasant Disunite me not from the pleasant. Peace, Peace, Peace, Peace, Peace.
Krishna and Ram are the incarnations of God in Hindu religion. (Hare meaning O') December 12, 2014 Form: Free Verse (Rhythmic) Dr. Ram Mehta Contest: Rock Me around.. by Sheri Freshonke Harper


Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014

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Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

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THE LAST DAYS

The days seem to go by so fast. there is a void in the air, the birds have lost their vibrant beat, the ocean has lost its luster, the soil feels solid and dry.
 
My soul feels as if it has left my body before my death, my dreams haunt my day, the tears stain my steps, my doctor says that it is depression, I say that it is reality, I am intoxicated by society,I am numb by perscriptions.
 
Why do I feel so isolated within myself? is there no one in my painfully tight shoes? can anyone understand my pain? can anyone melt in my sorrows? why am I this way? why is the world so cruel? why can't I be normal?
 
Wait! I am normal, what am I saying, I know now, the veil has been lifted, humanity is my enemy, the sins that drip from their sweat, the dread that follows their shadows, their souls of black, their intentions of greed pull a shade across their eyes.
 
They are destined for doom, they will not be saved, they will not find salvation, they belittle me, they curse me, they shame me, but they are right about one thing, I am different, unlike them, I will be saved in the last days.


Copyright © stephanie hanvey | Year Posted 2013

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He's A Carpenter

Surrounded by various profession
Business, medicine, soldiership and education
It's heaven-sent and planned  for Him to labour
To work manually with strength and effort
True hardships; entails a great man of honor

He picked up woods and tools to craft
From small drawers and tables to houses that will last
An impression of humility and expression of equality
Though He is reverence; a Saviour from heaven

Joseph was the adoptive father
Where His skill of carpentry originated
He worked night and day; perspired with pain
He asked of no demand and with no complain

The name is Jesus born in Betlehem
The only begotten son of our Father in heaven
He could have worked in another occupation
But chose to make a living from down-below

Carpenters make
Carpenters create
They take the common and make it something to consider
Equipped with right materials they bind things altogether
The reason-being, for us to know He's a builder

Don't you know that we're under construction?
Whenever our hearts broken and the world is all we know
When we pray and call, Jesus is at work
To fix us and forgive; improving mind and soul

No work is greater if hardwork is shared
Truly, Jesus had proven that a carpenter's noble
To help us build our dreams and make the world stronger
"In Him, all things hold together"'.


Copyright © Arden Gopela | Year Posted 2013

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The Joy of Knowing Jesus

The Joy of Knowing Jesus…

The joy of knowing Jesus is a blessing to know.
He brings peace and nourishment to my soul!

The joy of knowing Jesus brings a peace within.
Knowing that HE has removed my every sin!

The pleasure of serving Jesus is an honor indeed.
Knowing that he’s supplied and met my every need!

The pleasure of living each day, in honor to my king…
Helps me to realize that Christ is my everything!

This opportunity I have, is a special moment.
I know that I’ve been cleansed by HIS atonement!

This same Jesus can bring salvation to you today!
He’s waiting for you!  And loves you in a beautiful way!

Won’t you take the time and receive him too?
See the marvelous work that he can do through you!

There’s a joy of knowing this Lord!  He loves you so much!
He bless and restore your life by his special touch!

This can be the time, for you to come and accept him!
He wants to change your life!  Won’t you let him?

Behold the king of glory!  Hallelujah to the lamb!
He reaches out to all…  With his loving hands!

Let’s thank Jesus for the joy that he’s given!
By his shed blood…  We can all be forgiven!

He offers true love to all!  And is what life is about!
He can change us now!  And bring hope throughout!

The joy of knowing Christ is a pleasure to obtain!
We can find all we need!  In his precious name!

By Jim Pemberton   11/02/14


Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2014

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A Stranger After Dark

I was sitting on the back porch ‘bout an hour after dark When I couldn’t help but notice a tiny pulsing spark. I thought it was a firefly – It had that kind of glow But I’d never seen the likes of it – what it was I didn’t know It flittered to and fro just like a firefly does I went into the backyard to determine what it was. Just as I approached the place I thought that it might be It flew right up and landed very close to me. Soon I realized it was no ordinary find. What happened next you won’t believe – it nearly blew my mind. A Lilliputian creature stepped from this tiny craft Right then and there I was aware of questions I should ask. He must have been aware of the fear he’d caused in me. I could see my hands were shakin’ -- never thought I’d be set free. His tiny voice became quite clear and in a most convincing tone He said, “My friend, be not afraid – I‘m here all alone.” He appeared to be confused a bit and why, I’ll never know But the fear that he had fostered was about to let me go. He began to tell his story; I let out a sigh I knew I’d better listen to this little guy. Now, he was small in stature; ‘bout a half inch, nothin’ more – Why, I believe that he could pass through the space beneath the door. . He then began to tell me – It must sound like a dream. He was here because of some wayward sunbeam. “I race Haley’s comet to the far side of the sun.” He said, “The race is always over before it has begun. There is a reason for these victories, you see My good ship Omnipresence, right here in front of me.” “Time and space,” He said. “Are always at my command. I can do more things with them than man can understand.” He said, “I spin the rings of Saturn, create firmament at will I flew a mission of atonement to a very special hill.” I asked, “Do you know Jesus? He died upon that hill.” He said, “When all things are settled, everybody will. I led three wise men to him that cold and wintry night The shepherds were there to witness a miraculous sight So you ask do I know Jesus? -- it fills me with such mirth -- This very craft was hidden there at the moment of His birth. I was there to hear the angels when they sang out on high. Yes, I’d say I know Jesus, That’s why I’ll never die.” Written By John Posey 12/18/12


Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2012