YOU ARE GOD and I HAVE TO BELIEVE
My dear Father God above the heavens high
ever loving and ever faithful in loving me
even though, I am being sinful, stubborn,
and disobedient to follow Your call and will...
I am really sorry for the times I failed
but I surely want to ask, how do I know
if the decisions I am pursuing are Your will?
How do I know that amidst deafening silence
it is Your resilient but gentle voice I am hearing?
It's long while now that I was taught to pray
but to Your eyes, are my prayers correct?
Are you really listening intently to them?
Why at times You only answer me when all are black,
when all my plans are disrupted, unruly and crooked?
Why at times You are letting me wait, for hours,
days, weeks, months and even the length of a lifetime?
I humbly want to thank You for the roof o'er my head,
the food I am able to eat and enjoy in every meal,
the trials and tests You and I joined to pass,
the steady beating of my heart telling me: I'm alive.
I adore You, each breath that passes from my lungs,
I want to thank You, honor You, praise and glorify You
but how do I know that I am doing these alright?
Is it enough that I simply attend a Church service?
And there I reply amen, sing or shout Your Holy Name?
Or I do better by loving sincerely other people?
I, sharing in loving- kindness the blessings
You abundantly are raining down in my life...
Do I brush a smile or a laughter to Your cheeks
when I give alms to the poor? Or more when I offer
freely and wholeheartedly a hug, an embrace, an ear
my time to someone who is afraid, lost, sick or sad?
Or most of my deeds result to I painting often a frown
on You? Or worse I pierce Your big, big heart
when I don't even recognize Your goodness to me.
Oh forgive me, forgive me please Father God...
Scientists, religious persons and even my parents
have described You to me but when O when,
when will I ever have that chance to behold Your face?
When will I have some minutes to hold or touch You?
My heart and my spirit longs of Your gracious presence,
of Your awesome essence. I am overwhelmingly blessed
when in my everyday I am treated by others fairly. but--
are they the signs that will whisper: You are always with me?
From the perfumed air of budding roses or ripened fruits
to drumbeats of rain and prickly strikes of the sun
are they the ones You want me to feel, smell, and see
`cause they speak the beauty and love You have for me?
I believe and love You my Almighty Father God
but is this enough for me to be saved after death?
My being is happy that You came and spelled freedom
and into my own hands lies the crucial choice
to either believe You or not. . .
CONTEST NAME: ARE YOU THERE GOD
Contest Sponsor: Silent One
but to God be the Highest Glory!
~~POEM OF THE DAY - October 15, 2015~~
but to God be the Highest glory!
Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo
11:04 am, October 14, 2015
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015
You promised to take care of me like a new cherished bride
I cling to it, waiting until at the point of suicide
now your expectations and my anger collide
because your blessings seem to always find a place to hide
I try to be my own guide
then you caution me and call it pride
very little, you want me to decide
and you say I’ll be okay by just being on your side
I’m tired and have kept all these talk aside
following my own path and taking my ride
my self belief has beaten faith landslide
everything about you in me must suffer a genocide
your rules and ordinances, no more will I abide
if serving you comes with trials then I wish my loyalty had long died
and the dividends of my worship to you, just divide
Now I know twas an uneasy stride
now I understand, your blessings and my discipline must coincide
now I’ve seen that your love is so high and wide
and hating you is like becoming the voluntary victim of a homicide
I said you do not care, please Lord, I lied
Your ways are mysterious indeed
You searched my heart and all you saw was greed
because only my desires and blindness I feed
and you knew among the wheat, I’ll be a weed.
Despite I, not taking heed
You were still patient and ever ready to lead
You never gave me what I wanted nor stick to my timing
but at the appointed time, lavished me with all I need
while watering my entire efforts’ seed.
Thank you heavenly father! Leaving your presence, I now forbid
and serving you wholeheartedly is henceforth my utmost deed.
for the poetry contest "Fighting God
sponsored by rob carmack
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015
OMNIPOTENT: HE KNOWS ALL
I know today, at this time
You... my son(man), may not wholly know me.
but, may I ask you...
Have you taken one time to close your eyes in silence,
feel me in your midst... and somehow reflect why despite say:
your abounding richness still, you feel lost or empty?
your waterfall trials still, you find yourself standing?
your ten thousand sins still, you are given another day to live?
My eyes, My hands, My feet.
My heart, My breathe, My mind,
All of them are filled with unselfish love for You.
Before... I created the world complete and beautiful for you
that all you need and all you want is there
within your grasp. Within your reach.
No hunger. No thirst. No killing.
No stealing. No pain. No disease.
Nothing evil is there nor anything to cause a tear from your eyes.
I created you my son as like me
unto my image and likeness you are mold
yet above all these, how was I to know...
that with some lies of a devil
you will desire to be greater than I am.
but I have forgiven You and given You always chances
to change, to be better and once again look unto me as Your God alone.
Yet, You seem to be blind, deaf or seem to be high-pride
Hence, I have come to the point of sending you, my Only Begotten Son
Him, who I answered and empowered through His uttered prayers.
Him, whom I asked to fully demonstrate how it is to be human
and more to be God at the same time.
Him, who didn't consider status, gender, race or age.
Selflessly, He embraced all but overall still He wasn't accepted .
Him, who begged with blood of tears that I will take away the cup from Him
but later, surrendered and humbly said: MY WILL BE DONE.
so even His follower who was bribed-- became a traitor.
And so, He was condemned and put to death.
Again, my son, I ask you to ponder on this
Do you need me to every now and then be infront of you?
(when I am always here knocking at Your heart's door)
Will by seeing me in flesh and hearing my voice convince you?
(aren't my Creations: the sun, flowers, the waters, the air tell you am around?)
that I am Your God, who will never leave you nor forsake you.
(aren't my spirit, your friends, family, supporter,
or even a kind stranger tell you am present?)
Don't you recognize every single day that I am performing miracles for you?
(but sad. Sad. Sad that you don't notice them)
Have I not given you a heart and a mind to know and decide?
To name a few..
I am a builder. I am a teacher. I am a healer: the greatest physician.
I am a fisherman. The great carpenter. The great farmer. The great gardener.
Oh yes! yesterday, today and even tomorrow
you will hear or you will see so much about me from anyone
but have I not told you always to seek me by your heart
and that apart from me you can not do more
and that you need faith, hope and love to see me...
As strong as the wind, as quiet as the forest
As fearless as the fire, as immovable as the mountains
from east to west, from north to south
to the flying spell of the night, to the erupting swell of the sun
even borders and beyond...
I am the way, the truth and the life
I am the alpha and omega
I am the one and only God
I am who was, who is and yet to come
I am the God who knows all...
I so love you my son that above all this,
I gave you free will,
I am leaving you the choice...
to open your door for me or not.
Will you let me enter, my son?
10:03 pm, March 24, 2015
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015
Three crosses stood still that faithful day
As the skies sadly wept a guilted grey
On the highest hill they would be seen
By Roman ruled eyes that did demean
The middle cross covered in rustic red
Where the calamitous Christ’s blood sacrificed shed
The lachrymal lamb dies for our shameless sins
As the whispering winds wind and the sky dims
The christened cross made thus Divine
For the Christ awaits Ascension to His Holy shrine
The weathered wood of dogmatic Destiny
Dexterously dismantled while bereaving blessedly
The Christ carefully put in a timeless tomb
With His Loving Light creates a new womb.
A Happy Easter
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016
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.
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
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.
Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014
God is always love
Forever seek the kingdom;
Praise the creator
Keep giving what you can give
Please endure until the end
Protecting the meek ones earth
Watching over us
Helping us to cope with life
Comforted with hope and trust
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
Community, what does it mean
And how does it come into being
Well what does the dictionary have to say
“A group of people living together in one place”
I guess that means were all in community
Though if I were to speak in honesty
It feels like we try to live separately
Living by the culture of our country
Which tells us, do it yourself
If your strong, you don’t ask for help
Life is about personal advancement
About money and accomplishments
Hold onto your hardships and pain
Keep striving for personal gain
So many lies deeply engrained
How will we create change?
Well I start with myself
I ask for help
I start with me
I be the change I want to see
I become an infectious contagion
In all of my relations
That could spread across a population
Even across the nations
I model my life after the master of love
Who dwells in the heavens above
He has brought millions even billions together
Over decades, centuries, even millenniums
So what else could be better
Than to faithfully follow him
He who said, I was anointed
to proclaim good news to the poor
to proclaim freedom for the prisoners
and recovery of sight for the blind,
to set the oppressed free”
and I say yeah that’s who I want to be
But unless I engage in community
Unless I get to know my fellow human beings
How can I help to set them free
So its time for me to put aside
Popular culture, foolish pride
Social codes, selfish ambitions
Old roads, and useless traditions
And blaze a brand new trail
With my life, write a new tale
Introduce a new theme
Add in a few more characters
And then dare to dream
About how my story could impact theirs
And their’s impact mine
Because maybe just, maybe
It might be better, might just be
Not to say, I did it on my own
All this, look I did it alone
No maybe it would be better
If we did it together
So that no matter what my lot
I can always know that I’ve got
Friends, right until the very end
Help, ready to be sent
Hands willing to be lent
So what need would I have for advancement
For money and accomplishment
I can find all that I need
Everything I seek from this life,
In relationship with fellow human beings
Community, Maybe this is what it means
Copyright © Roland Fleming | Year Posted 2013
USE ALL OF ME
Kindly use all of me today...
Again, I say to You God---
use all of me today.
I am no preacher God
but allow every word that comes from my mouth
be a blessing to those who hear it.
Let it be a torch to light someone's hope.
Let it be a rainbow that kindles dreams.
or let it be a needle that pricks and awakens someone's thoughts.
I am no good singer God
but I thank You '
for permitting this voice be heard
among persons whom I lead to pray,
to worship and sing you some praise.
The lyrics I have sang
spoke to my very heart reminding me that
it's not actually how good or bad I am as a singer
but it's how clean and sincere my heart is.
Upon my nostrils You blow me the breath of life
enabling me to live in whatever form I am now.
You place me time to time on tests
or sometimes edge to edge situations
where there are times...
I fall on bended knees,
I cry and laugh to my ease.
Unto my small hands with it's slender fingers
I thank you for giving me the opportunity
to take part in relieving someone's pain;
to be a channel of your healing touch;
to be a path in extending Your gracious blessings.
I will never forget the smiles that shine
from every patient that passed under my care.
Father, their grin changed and humbled me.
I treasure my student's plea of I staying still then.
And their until now recognition of me when they see me
on my most casual simplest attire.
I am proud that my students before are now like me --
nightingales of tender loving care.
I don't know how long will you let me live
but I ask You Father God
to use all of me in every way.
I would love to know how will I serve you more.
Reveal unto me Your will in my life.
Days are passing by
and so since I renewed my relationship with You
deeper and deeper I am falling in love with You.
Hence, I want You more and more in my life.
I am so happy each time I have a date with You;
Each time I hear Your endearing words
Each time I read Your love letters
each time I meet a person who is like You:
loving, caring, understanding and more...
My shyness melts each time I am with You.
The accelerating freedom is undeniable when I am with You.
Endorphin and energy plunge into heights
that I can't control myself to dance and sing for You.
My thoughts and my heart is overflowing with gladness
each time I have this privilege to write something for You
as this gift I acknowledge is fully from You.
I just love You with all my heart
and so I trust everything to You.
Use all of me in every way to bring You back
all the glory, all the honor and all the praise
that above all belongs only to You, God.
©O. E. Guillermo
7:34 pm; December 02, 2014
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014
My divine manual and life prospectus is the Bible
my ways, a beautiful mirror sparkling like clean Marble
falsehood can’t colour my teeth
Jesus Christ is not a myth
the hope of eternal life, a conviction, not a gamble.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
Learn to Listen
We must have Wisdom or Understanding
Must have Patience and Tolerance
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2014
B ridge Over Troubled Water...
R ealizing I am not above trouble...
I am human to a fault...
D ecisions in life to be crossed...
G od knows my life stands at the alter...
E ternity is my bridge over troubled water...
O ver Troubled Water...
V ictory in the mist of my troubles...
E ven when I make the same mistakes...
R ivers of troubled water will take place...
T roubled Water...
R eality sinks in, through the flow of the river...
O nly that can be seen, by the unseen eye...
U nderneath the bridge there lies...
B eneath the waters that flow...
L ies awaiting the answer to our call...
E very decision that can be made over...
D ecides our destiny through troubled waters...
A s clear as the answer to our troubles...
T akes us on to a new life...
E ternity, forever illuminated by the living Christ...
R ealizing that He is the answer to, Bridge Over Troubled Water...
By: Cinda M Carter
Contest...Bridge Over Troubled Water
Copyright © Cinda Carter | Year Posted 2014
Money money, ringing in your tills,
Calling us to worship,
The hundred dollar bills.
Bend our knees in wonder,
Bow our heads in awe,
At the power of the liar,
Who now controls us all.
From the darkest deep caverns,
To the stars in the sky,
From the infinite universe,
To the strangers passing by.
From your inner most conviction,
To your laughing in the night,
From everything you 're seeing,
To everything out of sight.
The new God has risen,
To claim the holy throne,
The one that we have emptied,
Our hearts all cold as stone.
The throne that we have emptied,
We killed the rightful king,
Sold his crown an sceptre,
Pawned his sacred ring.
Raised his bleeding body,
Up on that bloody hill,
The silent lamb still bleeding,
As the money fills your tills.
Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013
HIS GRACE IS RELENTLESS
You called me from a million
but what did I do Father God?
You gave me eyes yet I chose to be blind
You gave me ears yet I chose to be deaf
You gave me mouth yet I chose to be mute
You gave me hands yet I chose to not share
You gave me feet yet I chose to turn my back
To Your call,
I said No
I did not stop
I run away
I opted to disobey You
So stubborn, I refused
doing only what I want
what I like...
Left to right roads with trees,
cemented, rocky, sandy,
so many roads I walk through
believing I can without You Father God
but I was wrong... terribly wrong!
I gain the golds, the diamonds
I was happy then for I have lots of friends
Day and night,
I taste the best meat
I drink the finest wine
I drive the newest limousine
I dress in signature clothes
I walk in branded shoes
I can sleep even in a bed of bills
Why amidst all these I am not happy?
I feel lost,
there is no peace, no contentment.
I am like the empty hole of a doughnut.
It is as if I am in a dark tunneled labyrinth.
I am calling the name of my mama, my papa
the friends whom I shared my golds
but what I heard in an echo
is my own voice....
I fell and dream.
I captain my life's ship
so wanting to sail,
swim on the ocean blues
watched over by sunny skies
and if tired
rest awhile in silky white sands
but along my sail,
the breezy air begin to blow
the quiet sea begin to wave..
Lots of wind blows they hit my ship
I thought only seagulls I will see
but again am wrong,
waves became tides
shaking and disturbing my ride...
I woke-up, asking myself...
If only I have chosen,
responding to Your call Father God
where could You have lead be?
I start my search,
uttering my cries,
repenting for my disobedience
weeping for Your grace and compassion
to kindly rescue me...
Father God answered me.
Copyright © 2015
11:00 am, September 06, 2015
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015
The Lord is good
His kindness endures forever
And His faithfulness, to all generations
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2014
A QUEST TOUCHED BY HEAVEN
Treading towards an immortal search
a mortal soul stood begins the quest.
Crossing deep sea and burning desert sand
down the wild and civilized land,
soul driven by zest will so grand.
Right and left battle: a door to growth and anguish
Life still wriggles for habitable breath hiss
Shuddering fears may impregnate decline
staggering, falling, hurting but LIVING!
Teardrops shed a lance or rose to the heart.
Prayers a rumble to steps roaring zeal
rave gaits thud though imperfect
Your lit of melodious merciful grace
presages treasure drafts of redemption.
Breakages had caused falls bending spirits
yet, these also caused cries of feverish hopes
frightened but with Your heavenly touch
Am a mortal but siren-like singing hymns of salvation.
In the ocean expanse of gloomy sky,
my heart -a white pigeon craving to fly high.
I strive to reach outstretch stars
Sprouting lovelier even when rain arrives.
Singing my lifesong with side-sways,
enjoying God's gift of life today.
September 18, 2014
the LORD delights in those who fear him, who put their hope in his unfailing love
Sponsor Justin Bordner
Contest Name Divine Intervention
2nd place.. :) to God be the glory..
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014
Rising early to seek the Lord, while he may be found
I take a breath to cleanse my heart while the world keeps spinning ‘round
As the sun peaks o’er the edge to wake from thoughtful sleep
I find my own thoughts leaning to, and plunge in waters deep
I think about the hands of God; the wounds he took for me
The weight of that heavy cross he bore to set me free
I think of his strong and sure embrace to comfort when I’m down
How those hands lift me up and turn my every frown
When sickness rears its ugly head, His hands are there to heal
I know He’s with me when I pray, hands touch me when I kneel
His hands are there to point the way; they’ve guided all along
His hands, like a father should, correct me when I’m wrong
When my very world is shaking, I know that Heaven stands
When my anxious heart is breaking, I’ll not let go His hands.
By Christopher Thor Britt and Lucy Gutierrez Matos - 2014
Copyright © Christopher Thor Britt | Year Posted 2014
--Your Persona, Captures Elegance,
Your Heart, Values At Top Rate,
Your Soul, Priceless, GODS LOve--
Copyright © Carma Reed | Year Posted 2012
Compassion’s finger strums another note,
He listens as the angels start to sing,
Recalling lines from what apostles wrote,
Indwells the spirit held by Heaven’s king.
Succinctly spoken leaving soul in tune,
The gifts we need are never under trees,
Mosaic mustard seeds lit by the moon,
Aspires our gaze and prayers on bending knees.
Submits himself to love and sounds of grace,
Mistrust no longer drowns and mutes his heart,
United song with Christ, him to erase
So many sins in mercy to impart.
In essence, life and hope beyond today.
Contrasts the world, as it dissolves away.
Contest: Your absolute best
Sponser: The Seeker
Contest: A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic
Sponser: Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2015
God of Light
In the dark of night,
And face my lord
The God of Light
Who guides me
Thru the haze of pain,
And takes on him
My guilt and shame
As he takes my hand,
And shows me
How to rise and stand
Because He chose
To call me friend
A wretched man
Though I may be,
He offers fellowship
I lay no claim
To being just,
He gives me grace
In trade for trust
For any man,
Without the mercy
Of “I Am”
The song of God
Is in my ear,
And every fear
His weary child to sleep
This loving shepherd
To his sheep
All earthly harm
As I slumber
In his arms
No longer frightened
By the night
Is the God of Light
Copyright © Brian Wallace | Year Posted 2013
I saw my mortality shaking in the wind.....
I heard my soul walking softly with the Lord,
no violent word could be heard between us;
As lambs we walked 'neath the gentle arbors,
through fields of grasses green
by streams dreaming starry cheers;
What could bring grim hope lives no more this eve,
though the rain pours against the levy....
and the wind hisses as ghosts steady....
As a lamb I walked with the Lord,
and dreaming stream,
'neath gentle arbors,
and grasses green,
I heard my soul walking....
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2015
Lord., I've Been Hurting!
This one thing I am
Lately I’ve been really hurtin’.
I trying to do right, but it
turns out “wrong.”
Where, in life,
do I really belong?
So many people
pass me by.
may say; “hi!”
I don’t know if this message is
I feel so confused and
A message of “help” has my
prayer and plea…
For God to reach out to me!
He reached down and
made me whole!
HIS love and compassion
filled my soul!
Spending time with Jesus
is time well spent!
It was for you and me that
Jesus was sent!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
Oh how beautiful the day you gave to me
A new and bright glorious day your mercy is new and your love is fresh
Lord I desire your ways and your rest to see your hand touch my life
Is great and peaceful and keeps me right
I stand and look inside my soul
The way you make things unfold
The little things Lord they make me new
The touch of the wind gives me life from you.
The flowers and there fragrance are lifting me up
I love you Lord your precious to me even though I fail and wander you take me in and make me humble
Your ways are glorious why can't the world see the light you give inside me take my hand Lord help me be
The woman you made when you set me free.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
All poems are copyright!©
Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013
Each morning as my eyes awaken
A lovely song in my heart is heard
Its melody is more than enchanting
It inspires me with amazing words
How could I ever live without you
Lord, why would I ever turn away
From your spirits song of deep love
Which within my heart simply stays
I deeply breathe your perfect harmony
Accepting your kiss of a love divine
Happiness paints my world beautifully
Since your wonderful gift became mine
Lord, I will always let the world know
How truly blessed my life really is
From that very first perfect moment
As you spoke to me the words I forgive
All that I thought would not be possible
Suddenly in an instant became very true
As my heart humbly responded joyfully
How much in life I really needed you
I will seek new ways each morning
To happily lift up your name in praise
Thanking you for making love a reality
As a treasured blessing which now stays.
Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2015
in the sea full
of empty shells.
They are bones over
Noah’s burnt vessel,
ashes of gopher,
Calvary’s wood the
timeless ark and
rungs on Jacob’s ladder.
Moor your might to
my truth and blink
your eye. Before
you are adrift
in Luke’s gulf,
Contest: Show Me Your Shape
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
1 Timothy 2:5
For there is one God, and one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus;
And many false Prophets shall rise, and shall deceive many.
Make thee an ark of gopher wood; rooms shalt thou make in the ark, and shalt pitch it within and without with pitch.
Jesus saith unto him, I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
And besides all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed, so that they which would pass from hence to you, cannot, neither can they pass to us, that would come from thence.
Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2017
Slowly drifting, drifting away, and it feel likes I’m drowning.
I'm drowning, my eyes are drowning every time they surf into the world of pleasure,
Seas and seas of bodies creating electricity yet God hasn’t struck me for such sin,
Come closer, Come closer, I freeze as I lose my soul to the enemy, the screen, the bodies I’ve never touched,
This encounter leaves me feeling so ashamed and afraid.
What if they know?
Would they think I’ve changed my nationality?
Would they now think I live in a country of red ,orange, yellow, green, blue, violet.
Heal me, but every time I receive the baptism, I progress into a another stage of sickness,
I envision myself, my body, that I see in such high regard, hanging highly from the ropes of betrayal,
They made me thought that it was okay
Is that you last words? God looked at me as he was ready to pass his judgement.
And my body transformed into the place I belong,
A sea of fire,
And this time I wasn’t sure how to swim, and as I take my last breath and reminisce, I realized I've been here all along, it didn’t burn this bad, maybe because the world leaves you to believe that you have a thick skin and no heart.
I was born sick, I don’t love it, command me to be well.
Copyright © Zaire Mendez | Year Posted 2016
My god you call us to be faithful
and while we are not always successful,
me not always with fervor,
do not turn a deaf ear to my prayer.
They come into our country in deceit,
striking blows against the innocent.
They take lives that are not theirs to take.
We have gone to protect the faultless.
Now they come to murder the blameless.
Returning our goodness with vileness.
Allow Satan to punish their immorality.
When they are judged, let the verdict be guilty.
Let their punishment match the grief they have stirred.
Widow's black for all the curs.
I praise my God Yahweh,
for he is in my heart always.
Let us not seek retaliation,
but let my Lord be our retribution.
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Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2014
Words are a peculiar kind of magic.
Alone, they do nothing of themselves,
and yet through the Great Orchestrator
they became everything else.
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016
I awake to the dawning of another day
To my knees, I kneel and begin to pray
This prayer is different unlike any before
All of the sudden a sound outside my door
Upon my feet, I run down the stairs
I open the door, is anyone there
Nothing to be seen, all grows still
Dark clouds gather, the sky is filled
As a dark overcast, shadows the day,
Not a hint of light, not one sun ray
All of the sudden what do I hear
The sound of a trumpet echoed my ear
From the distance came a great shout
Graves burst open with spirits in route
The dead in Christ have begun to rise
As legions of souls take over the sky
All of the sudden my feet left the floor
As my body floated up and away from the door
All that I held heavy has become so light
The day has come, I am taking my flight
I look to the left, I look to the right
Family and friends taking their flight
I look beneath, and what do I see
People screaming, falling to their knees
All of the sudden planes fall from the sky
Death comes to many in the blink of an eye
Cars missing drivers, as they flip and flop
Trains without conductors, refusing to stop
Children in search of their missing mother
Wait some are even missing their father
Sisters and brothers, where have they gone
Many seemed to be stranded and all alone
Screams cease, the chaos no longer I see
Flying through the Heavens, I have been set free
All memories of lost loved ones have been erased
As I stand and look upon my redeemer's face
I stand before him in a robe of white
As His appearance shines with glorious light
He opens the book and judges us each
Our crown sits before us just out of reach
Judged by our works, each jewel is placed
The numbers vary due to our spiritual race
Did we strive with our best, was the battle long
Did we sit in fear and refuse to stand strong
Did we testify to a wicked and dying world
Did we share the truth, God's holy word
Did we preach the sermon, Jesus is the way
Did we allow our fear to silence our say
Did we stand alone for God at all cost
On our knees did we pray enough for the lost
Did the choices in our life, glorify His Son
Did we turn our backs to His truth and run
Every crown tells it's own story
Each stone representing God's glory
Some with many, some with few
Our reward given as it was due
With our reward placed upon our head
We are now redeemed from among the dead
We no longer have to watch and wait
As our feet step inside the eastern gate
As I look up, what does my eyes behold
Mansions grand and streets of pure gold
Is that grandma and grandpa, I look to see
Their arms opened wide running toward me
Oh how I have missed them, it has been too long
As the choir in Heaven, plays redemptions song
Angels guided us to a throne so bright
The holy seat of God, what a beautiful sight
Angels surrounded the throne shouting holy holy
As the souls in Heaven praised God with much joy
I stood before the throne amazed and in awe
Energized and transformed by the greatness of God
His glory shines as Heavens only light
No nights, only days forever bright
No sin, no sickness, never to grow old
In the arms of loved ones forever to hold
No words can ever explain the beauty of Heaven
So much greater than my mind could ever imagine
Colors so vibrant, painted by God's own hand
Walls of precious stones surround the land
My eyes can't behold all there is to see
The greatness, the worth of this great city
Beneath the tree of life, I see my Jesus near
I run to Him, with joy and eyes filled with tears
I fell before Him, on bending knees
I thanked Him for all He has done for me
His arms extended, as He held me so tight
He spoke my child, you was worth the fight
We walked hand in hand along the crystal sea
Admiring all that He has prepared for me
Paradise in it's beauty, I will forever roam
With my Jesus, My Savior, I am finally home
Written by: Donetta Harless
Saturday, July 16, 2016
Copyright © Donetta Harless | Year Posted 2016
Dear Jesus… I realize
how much I really need you!
I want to honor,
love and trust you!
I know that others will
I know that you’re here….
And will take care of me!
Your principles of holy
living is what you taught!
Love, Joy and peace…
is what you brought!
May I bring honor
to your name!
Your message of salvation,
I need to proclaim!
Dear Jesus… You’re all I need!
And so much more!
It’s you that my life
was meant for!
I offer to you, my lord,
praise and thanksgiving!
For all you’ve done,
And the life you’re giving!
You all I’ll ever need!
The anointed one!
There’s victory in YOU!
Life’s battles are won!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013