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Details | Free verse |
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




Details | Rhyme |
Frozen embers still are burning;
Deep inside, my heart is yearning
For revival, the returning
Of man's heart before the fall:
Man and woman, disobeying
Lost the heart for which I'm praying,
Pure and holy, never straying-
Take my heart, Lord, take it all.

Frozen embers now are burning,
Fanned to flames by heaven's learning,
Good and evil things discerning
By the Spirit and the Word.
Fan the embers dim and dying;
Breathe in me, I tire of trying:
All my efforts end in sighing,
But through You is joy secured.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014

Details | Iambic Pentameter |
The fallen sons slipped off Creation’s lens.
To taste the sting from our own tree and fruit.
Their giants quarried till no place to stand.
Before these day’s deceiving shades of gray,
The prophet’s shutters opened wide to write.
Foretold of hate in focus driving nails.
Our Pilate’s wash in Silver Halide’s bowl.
For only one Son’s blood can fill the baths,
His saving grace developing the soul.
And now reflecting every color’s hue,
Presented flawless under Father’s sight.
This world to turn and from you it will take.
Endure this to the end and ride the light.

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Contest: Black and white film photography
Sponsor: Giorgio A. V.
Entrant: Rob Carmack
Form: Iambic Pentameter
03.15.15

Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2015




Details | Quatrain |
She prowls the night
with clenched jaw and pride,
nothing able to smite
her remorseless stride.

The ominous reflection of moon 
shines forth from devouring eyes
of a nocturnal beauty spun on the loom
of the Creator's bid and sighs.

Grace moves her every limb
and she precedes an enraged scream
caused by ruins of a forest now grim
and held alive by all but one stream.

Her claws prophesy of vengeance 
though her heart yearns for reconciliation.
Yet now there would be no leniency 
for a soul's annihilation. 

Now on journeys through lush valleys and ashes
she will embark
until all that remains after furious thrashes
will be the tigress' mark.

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013

Details | Senryu |
be mindful
human rights are human ways
that lead down

be careful
the words above always remain
wear no crown

trap the sin
destroy the lie of conceit
look within

don't consume all that you see
you will feel
wrong like fire

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
~Creator~ (Rhyme) I praise You!Oh! my sweet Lord!for everything You've done You created all the Angels,the whole universe and man You love us so much that You sent us even your Begotten Son Oh, I adore and worship You forever and ever for all your wonderful plan You worked continually and well for all of those whole six days Setting each and everything in their rightful and intended place It was You God, my Lord, who made it all of this happened and only You You were the One who did it, and not a ' Big Bang' and that's the whole truth!the case You decided to create everything in six days and took a rest upon the seventh day After you made man you just smiled for all the wonderful job you've done in every single way Every star and sun twinkles and sings You praises and glory, oh well,since time began You created everything and set it exactly where it belongs perfectly,I know it was You who did it, in every single way The human body is in itself a real work of art, its design is a complex and perfect machine designed in all its beauty and complexity,by only,You O' my Lord and Savior!My heart and lips adore and worship you forever and always,for all You've done for us all the way through. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015
April.14.2015 Authors notes: Reference Tap in to the truth - Scripture reading: John 3:16 FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD THAT HE GAVE HIS ONLY SON,THAT WHOEVER BELIEVES IN HIM SHALL NOT PERISH BUT HAVE ETERNAL LIFE. -JOHN 3:16 ~IN GOD I TRUST!~

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle |
Captive beauty, in the wilderness alone
Golden moments of a man’s solitude
Stands gloriously, as when bliss does hone
Caught within life are the mountains of stone
Awe inspiring view of man’s fortitude
Captive beauty, in the wilderness alone
Through a silent song, love’s nature atones
Breath taking heartbeats of the altitudes
Stands gloriously, as when bliss does hone
Peaceful home in the trials, each to his own
Seasons renew with humble attitudes
Captive beauty, in the wilderness alone
Sharpened senses, now feel all the tone,
of gracious gifts, in their amplitude
Stands gloriously, as when bliss does hone
All of His creation, in its self does grown
Alone with God is a sufficient multitude
Captive beauty, in the wilderness alone
Stands gloriously, as when bliss does hone

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017

Details | Verse |
" I'm Calling on Jesus"

I need a sign to let me know you are here
All of these lines are being crossed across Heavens
I need to know that things are going to look up
'Cause I feel I am drowning in a dark sea spilled on me
When there is no place safe and no safe place to put my head
When you feel the world shake from the words that are said

I'm calling on Jesus, please
I'm calling on Jesus, please

I won't give up if you don't give up
I need a sign to let me know you are here
'Because the LIFE around just keeps it all from being clear
I would like a reason for the way things are around me
I need a hand to help build up some kind of hope inside of me

When children have to play inside so they don't disappear
While private eyes pear on us while lies cause us not to talk for years
And world leaders are threatening to destroy the world
and losing sight of having dreams of Heaven
In a world that we want is only what we want until it's lost
Until we have nothing left to loss
Except our soul's

I'm calling on Jesus, please

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS, DD

Copyright 2014

Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
In the beginning God created the heavens and earth
And some think it all came by chance, what a big mirth
That life arose by itself from chemical soup and from it birth
Soup formed by unceasing rain on the volcanic hearth
For this theory came when none knew the complexities of life or its worth
Formulated by those who deliberately ignore God's love and incur his wrath
For the advances of science and genetics proclaim this theories dearth

Over the earth His Spirit did brood 
He spoke again and it happened
In His wisdom all well designed and good
Life in all its different kinds rampant
Every part in its place and functioning as it should

Then God formed man by His own hands
In His own image created He him
He gave him control over all the lands
And home in a garden with fruits to the brim
And a companion Eve as satisfied not animal friends

Eat of all fruits but not of wrong and right
The serpent came and Eve did ensnare
Eve saw the fruit was desirous to the sight
For of the enemy's deceit she was not aware
They did eat and to creation brought blight

Can't blame the fruit on the tree but the human pair
Of their nakedness they now became aware
The creation cursed and in despair
So His only beloved Son, God sent to repair
And for himself a holy people prepare

And if all this you know and are aware
Then God wants you with others share
And to really love others and care
And lift them to God in prayer
That all turn from sins and to God everywhere

Copyright © Ahmed Sheik Koya | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
From bottom to top, 
my house was decayed. 
Through thousands of years 
of commands disobeyed.  
I girdled my loins 
to rebuild my home. 
I re-laid the foundation 
stone by stone. 
Brick by brick 
I rebuilt the walls. 
House was renewed with 
many victories small. 
I painted the house 
with colors of new zeal. 
I furnished it with 
virtues that heal. 
I planted the garden 
with flowers of love. 
I installed the fountains 
with waters from above. 
I sat in the garden 
admiring my creation. 
At last, to God 
I offered adoration. 

Copyright © Alok Srivastava | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |
Rising from a dust filled hand
Walking through such beauty grand
Offered the forbidden....and.....
Should you?

Perfect...you could never be
Tablets broken at your feet
One of ten, you couldn't keep...
Could you?

As promised, the transfer began
The wounded GOD......LOVE'S bloody hands
And still, you don't understand....
Do ya?

The shame was worn, there in your stead
The Father turned his saddened head
From His gift.....soon wrapped in red...
Sent to ya!   Hallelujah!

Will I be once again denied ?
Come thrust your hand into my side
Your unbelief is crucified!
Power to ya!  Hallelujah!

Ages pass and in despair
darkness burning everywhere
You don't know what you're doing there
Do Ya?

Awakened from your sweaty trance
Another day...another chance
And to a dusty book, you glance
Should ya?  

The pages turn through the battle scene
The enemy is strong and keen!!
Just ask the Lamb to intervene
Would you?  Hallelujah!!

You pierced his hands, His back you beat
Now you've become his hands and feet!
Go tell the world of love so sweet!!
Gave to ya!!  Hallelujah!!

Hallelujah!!  Hallelujah!!
Hallelujah!!  Hallelujah!!
Hallelujah!!  Hallelujah!!
Hallelujah!!  Amen


With a heartfelt praise to YAHWEH
Copyright and all rights reserved.




Copyright © Chuck Melugin | Year Posted 2017

Details | Imagism |
Powdery white, puffy cotton candy mountain clouds. 
Blue watery blue skies a mile high. 
Birds dancing by.
Sun sparkling, glistening beaming bright;
Luminous radiant light.
That is what the first heaven is like!

Copyright © Ronald A. Williams | Year Posted 2017

Details | ABC |
There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
You dare to tell me what you think you know
Intellectual egotistical bravado?
You think that you can out think the Plan 
Where nothing was and 
. . . 
BANG! The universe began?
. . .
The cosmic Know you think to challenge?
While the gene pool we swim in is so shallow?
Explain to me the black hole or atom 
The gravity
that we can't fathom 
Or singularity 
where time stands still
Or dark energy
Unseen but real

How 2 plus 2 is never 5
How gravity bends light and time
Do thoughts move faster than does light?
Prove sarcasm, love, or even fright
How sound travels yet can't be seen
Or exactly how life came to be
Big bounce? Big Bang?
String theory or brane?

Is Laminin what it seems to be?
How Neutrinos pass through cold steel beams?
Why some men choose gold over life 
While letting children starve and die
And in the name of gods men kill and lie
Religion can't mask their Godless pride 

Explain to me sir if you can
Is man your god
Or is your god man
Or how a seed can crack and die
And press through dirt up towards the sky

Universe? Multiverse? Or parallel? 
Who's to say or who can tell?
Explain to me sir if you can
The event horizon Kerr, oh vain man
You think that you can know it all
While the speck we live on is so small
Did you know that pride precedes your looming fall?

At one time you thought the earth was flat.
Now you mock and scoff at that.
Yet you're still willing for magic beans to trade the cow,
Or your children's future for the here and now

Can you feed all the hungry with what you know?
Can you stop hate, and make love grow?
Can you conquer fear in your Petri dish?
Or should I just click my heels and make a wish?

Maybe Something Somewhere is bigger than us. 
That we can't fathom, but can discuss.
But if we are to do that you must know,
Your superstition has to go.

I'm not talking bout 4 leaf clovers.
Or chanting some prayer over and over.
Ain't talking bout black cats crossing the road,
Or eye of bat or oil of toad.
I'm talking about what you think you know,
Your pride my brother has got to go.

But that pride helps cover up your fear
It blinds your eyes
Stops up your ears.
I'm telling you man just let it go
And let's have a frank discussion about our souls?


Psalm 14:1

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

                 The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows 
                colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst

                enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin
                as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin.

                My life has shed drops of blood through each petal
                 as if in return for the love and beauty you feel

                hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~

                The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold
                for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding

                The best of surgeons can not beat your heart
                It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength 

                whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist
                your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose

                 For I am your God  your existence is not over yet .
                        You must Live ~You must Bloom 
                       
                 

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
We are enveloped in a small space,
here in our time on earth.
During our time we are laced
with opportunities of worth.

Space and time
go hand in hand.
We are unique beings of a different kind.
Created by God, who helps us understand. 

We were made by Him and for Him.
How else could it be explained?
In the beginning we were made for God, without sin.
A beautiful creation in space through time, proclaimed.

Through this, in conclusion.
Dear Lord, utilize our time.  Help us to find
in our search for a solution,
by being a light in our own space through time.

Copyright © Cinda Carter | Year Posted 2014

Details | Narrative |
                      Why did you come to the Church House today?  
                             Well I came to sing,worship and pray 
                     Why did you come,why make such a choice?
                       I came here to listen,for my father's voice.
    
                  Why did you come to the Church House today?
                          What are you doing in this place I pray?
                            I came to learn about God and his son
                             I came to find out how Heaven is won

                      Well,what brought you here to sit on a pew?
                          What is the purpose,what will you do?
                           I came for fellowship,Christian love
                             I came to pray to our God above.

                     Why did you come here?What was the mood?
                        Well I was real hungry for spiritual food
                        My soul gets so hungry,I just cannot wait
               To set down with God's people and say,please pass the plate

                          Why did I come here today to this place?
                            Tis here I receive of His marvelous grace
                               I am his child and here I can hide
                           The world is not here with its fearsome tide

                           Here in this place my needs are all met
                            Spiritual needs that I can't just forget
                               Close to my Savior I will be today
                              Aren't you glad you came this way..




                         





                 




Copyright © Jai Bankson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Each day with grace each 
petal so tenderly unfolds
as the light of dawn slowly
awakens the face of the 
sleeping rose.

Toward the sky it reaches
it's peak with color as
sweet as a child's cheeks.

So repetitive it's story of
God's gracious love, each
time it resurrects a new leaf
or rosebud.


A promise is proven to all of
mankind as each rose is picked
from it's ever bearing bush or
vine.

The rose forever gives back to us
what is promised so, ever lasting life
and love as it knowingly reaches for
Heaven's blessings from above.

Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Woke up this morning 
Welcome to another day in my paradise
I open my bedroom window and sometimes I hear the many voices
the river singing like a choir of Angels 
Looking for Angels from morning to sunset
to steal their wings when they're not looking
I want to be free like I used to be
before I came on to this stage feigning so many roles
Time flies with every breath every thought every moment
With a kiss he was betrayed all his friends deserted him
Innocent crucified like a common criminal in his dying breath
His revenge he forgave us 

But I see poetry in your eyes 
I see the blue sky in your eyes and I will apologise for who I am
failure seems to follow me wherever I go 
trips me when I least expect it
I try to hold on to the right words but it's like grabbing air 
Time flies with every breath every thought every moment
same old story that seems to have no ending
Looking for Angels from morning to sunset
to steal their wings when they're not looking
I want to be free like I used to be
Woke up this morning
I hear the many voices of a river singing like a choir of Angels 
Welcome to another day in my paradise

 

Copyright © Frank Black Blacharczyk | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Love Letter to God from the Virgin Mary.  (You could sing this one, tune is "What am I living for...? sung by Clyde McPhadder,  way back when.)

What are we fighting for?
Look at the sparkling sea,
So beautiful..
What are we fighting for?
Look at the snow-clad Alps,
So pristine,
What are we fighting for?
Look at the desert dawn,
So golden warm,
What are we fighting for?
Look at the valleys and lakes,
So serene and calm.
What are we fighting for?
Look at the tiny ant,
So perfectly small,
What are we fighting for?
Look at the human form,
So miraculous,
What are we fighting for?
Look at the clouds,
So fluff and moist,
What are we fighting for?
Look at the Planet Earth,
So bountiful,
What are we fighting for?
Look at the blazing stars,
So heavenly,
What are we fighting for?
Look at the Universe,
So infinitely large,
What are we fighting for?

Mary's Love letter to God,
What are we fighting for?
What are we fighting for?

Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2015

Details | Concrete |
You are God’s Art Work. When you understand this; you understand the importance of being and the importance and beauty of another’s being.
Imagine a child of any age, with his or her coloring pencils drawing on a piece of paper. Tongue stuck out, eyes focused and every mark in its place. The yellow is where he or she wants it, there’s just enough blue and every line and dot in the background makes that child’s art work complete. It took some time, but it was worth it. This child is so proud of his or herself, sitting back gazing at his or her creation, knowing that he or she will never create this one masterpiece ever again. Can you feel that child’s joy, that child’s love for his or her creation?
Now, imagine another child with only one black flat tip marker, with only two strokes in only two seconds ruin the first child’s creation before he or she was able to show it to anyone. Can you feel that child’s pain, that child’s anger?
You are God’s Art Work. And every Man, Woman and Child should be treated as such.
Every scar you made on another Man, Woman or Child was a mark on one of God’s many Great Masterpieces (if you never done so, I congratulate you and ask you never feel this shame). This is how wrong our world is. You should feel ashame to have another bare the mark of your rage and even worse if you bare the mark of another because of your own wrong way of living. This is not a hard task but it must be dealt with where the problem begins. It begins with you. If you have a thought, an idea, the feeling or if someone is pushing you to hurt or harm or even dislike anyone in any manner at any time, you should have the wisdom and compassion to know that this is wrong, that this is not right and want to resolve the matter of not; the difference of the other person, but why I feel this way towards them.
Now, imagine a world with no man made scars created in anger or dislike. Can you see a World with no war, a World with no animosity toward one another Worldwide…a World without one man made bruise in anger toward another? That world can be, just by respecting...God’s Art Work.

Is Museum Art more important than God's?
These are thoughts for our wolrd to heal it from all the wrong we bring into it, we must look at ourself and see our faults and change our behavior tward one another to make this World a the wonderful place God made for us....
"Greater will be the place in heaven for the A__hole that can control His or Her tongue and actions while here on Earth."
Quote By Anthony BamBam!! Thomas

Copyright © Anthony Thomas | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic Verse |
When meanings have been broken,
When your cross has been uncrossed,
When the reasons that you gave me,
In the labyrinth have been lost.
When your house has been emptied,
When your bedroom is swept clean,
I will come and wake you,
From your long and endless dream.

more at http://labyrinthoflies.com

Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose |
A man impatient on the corner
Waiting for the light to say walk
As cars drive by splashing mud
Oblivious to anything going on
A truck pulls too far into the intersection
And a car has to screech to a halt
The driver swearing out of his window
Then continues on his way
Rain sprinkles gently down on all the world 
Softly saying GOD BLESS YOU
But no one listens....

Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |
Were you there
when we nailed health culture
to the cross?

Weren't you there?
I thought we were all there!
Wasn't that our Big Bang of an Idea?

Let's just forgive each other for all that angry history
of hurt and loss and painful suffering,
torture and lapses into extermination of subpopulations
based on quite a list of characteristics,
gender and sexuality, age, religion,
occupation, attire, 
placement of domicile within v without walls
of acquisitive EgoAnthro-possession,
and on and on....
Then too we have all that slavery,
adding commodification to the domestication
of our value for healthy human mindbodies.

So, yes, the nail of Angry Cultural Climate
pierces Left's deductive memory screaming past
irrationally unacceptable tolerance
of collective cognitive-affective dissonance
when we are invited into Easter's new-life resonance
of regenerative health trends.

But, I also thought we were all there 
in our more global RNA-centered Right Yin MindBody,
terrified of AnthroEgo's biosystemic culture
of climatic transitions toward timeless demise.
How could YHWH continue to be Father
to Son's Becoming
and yet let His beloved EgoSon die?

Did we misunderstand something about our shared
"child of YHWH" status?
Might we be our Father's first RNA Creation Story,
told and retold through bicameral beating
and breathing
and noticing dipolarity of Time's Him/Her Self-regeneratively
healthy evoluting climate?

I thought our primal crucifixion story
was our co-redeeming health and safety self-perpetuation narrative
of love as synergetic therapy
for angry history
and fear of future shortage of YHWH-Time CoPresent;
you know, the hellfire and brimey damnation scenarios
all the way through
"I never have enough quality time for myself" plot-lines,
long-reiterated issues
and dismay and decay
and all negatively correlated
with healthy, regenerate YHWH-flow
of Time's co-arising Positive trends
(notnot negative, and binomial/bilateral, equivalent),
eating and sleeping, 
communing in generous nutritional climates.

So, how do we get to this true Easter cultural climate
without first getting ourselves down
off that Left-brain over-dominant cross?

I suppose this  is where the Right-brain comes in,
concave and dipolar-temporal recessive tomb,
embracing Ego-purgation.
But, you know, I find it a whole lot easier
to trust it feels and is much safer,
perhaps even a bit relaxing and contenting,
to purge my lungs
when I know we have plenty of fresh nutrition,
healthy cultural climate
to breathe right back in again.

Left-Right bicameral ecoconscious Evolutionaries,
Permaculturist Bodhisattva Warriors,
EcoTherapists and Occupiers,
Medicine Care Optimizers and 7-Generation Sustainers,
PolyPathic Mystics of Revolutioning Peace,
New ZeroInterest Investors
and Lifestyle Mentors and Teachers,
Cooperative Networkers and Game Designers,
it's PostMillennial Time
to design an Easter
cooperative economics
with polycultural politics
actively co-networking Communion!

We keep telling ourselves
this same creation Easter story
every year.
You can't spring Easter season
of new cooperative healthy growth outcomes
without first investing
decompositional temporal-dialectic analysis time
in tomb of winter.
And, you can't dwell within this purgative-embryonic tomb
as womb,
without first letting yourself fall down from all those angry crosses
and using them to devise
primal permacultural mapping strategies
for next year's WinWin health and equity outcomes
this climatic summer of Time's DiPolar Diastasis.


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Details | Clerihew |
Bright daffodils adorn the ground
And rise where winter clods were found;
The air is full of scent and song,
(To God both flowers and birds belong);
Sorrows shaking heart and mind
Fall, as blossoms, in the wind.
Now Spring has come, and winter's past
Oh do not pass us by so fast!

Copyright © Gavin Childress | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust? As our courts remove God from this great nation. We are left with a confused and lost generation! As God is taken away from our public schools. A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.” The Bible is often mocked and discarded. It was on it’s principles this country was started! Just about anything of God seems to get scorned. So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms. As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out. We tend to forget what HE is all about! Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused. No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused! As people forget God and worship the fallen creature. They look to themselves and “glorify” their features. Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions. And with this, come disease, heartache and afflictions! As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.” It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking! If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer! He loves all of us! And he really does care! Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in? Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend? He brings strength and nourishment to the soul! It’s only in him that we can be made whole! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |
Eve, this land is already populated,
peopled by persons who seem like us,
although diffetent too, like seasons in soul,
divergent in their dreams for dynasty,
they have dialects from a depth of  Dawn
that awoke long before we arrived to thrive here,
customs peculiar as shapes to stones,
Father never spoke of these klans
who strive to survive outside the mercy of His gaurded garden,
competitive as clouds in a shrunken sky,

I met a merchant, a servant to trade,
he told of banners and blood, laws and legacies
cultures savage and cities of crime,
gleamed from telling stories of wealth and wonder,
said they worship their Gods more ways than gold folds,
consider what we have encountered Luv,
will our children slay or be slain, war or work
love or get lost in conquest,
you, as a Woman of God's glorious gambit
have a harvest of futurity's face in the balance,
will you deliver the destiny of our union into this drama...

By Poet - Adam/J.A.B.

Copyright © Adam -- Eve | Year Posted 2014

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What Shall I Do? For the One Who Gave So Much? What shall I do? For the one who gave so much? God reached down, and blessed me, with his touch! What shall I do? To my lord who bled and died? It was for my life, that Jesus was crucified! What shall I do? To the God who truly loves me? He has made it know that he wants to be with me! What shall I do? For the many who’ve “lost their way?” Please dear Jesus… Give me the right words to say! What shall I do? As my way of, expressing my gratitude? May God help me to have a Christ’ like attitude! What will YOU do? In this time that God’s given to you? He’s here right now! And is patiently waiting for you! What will YOU do? Will you give God a chance ? Won’t you accept his salvation? Whatever the circumstance? What Christ will do… Is to do, what he does best! Simply give him your life! He’ll take care of the rest! What Christ has done…. Is to give life everlasting! Everything you need… Is right here, for the asking! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

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I have one day began to say and not know how to do it, but again this day blessed to be, I found out how to begin as if it were on the same special day just like today. For it's the simple things that are the small one's also that leave us in despair,and to lead us to seek with dreams to again say hello as we cross through waves of hurting inside,to remember that on a day just like today,we have found more room to grow and play. To seek and not destroy all good things big or small, and to know and understand that it's here and now that we all shall pass right by and count with an answer to carry with us till the end.

Copyright © Terry Johnson | Year Posted 2015