Greeting Card Maker | Poem Art Generator

Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.

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FIND HOME
FIND HOME For those wondering souls who’s lost their way, who has even forgotten their name, For those of you, who lost their faith, because of more than your fair share of pain. A life of roses among the thorns, more than petals paving the way, More than joys, your sorrows worn, a soul with holes like soles of shoes each day. Would that I could have saved you, From the cruelties your mind and heart endured, Would could I have even prevented, What they said was for you, no cure. Would that I could have pointed to signs, When your obscured vision had gone, But the lady has now laid down the path, for her lost children to find their way home. For those who had gone in another direction although Jesus said, “I am the Way” No other Truth, no other Light there be, it was a lie that led you astray. Come now my children, like a mother hen, shielding her chicks from the storms, The grace of Christ to gather you, in His loving protective arms. At Christ’s return to collect His bride, And soon we’ll be rapturously gone, But there will still remain a narrow way a martyr’s path in red showing the way home.
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