Grave Faith Poems

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Details | Alliteration |
-Eden's Ending Eulogy-

Proceed here today, Eden's Ending Eulogy 
Gentle gracious her garden, the guidance 
I can't recall what was with the warm, sincere smile, and sunrise 
Lost at ease and clarity.......I Sleep! 
Forever In Peace, this dark, damp den, coffin will do
at last, a parting powerful, reunion and resting resort
    Amen


~SKAT~

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2014




Details | Dramatic Verse |
My France, My France
How I weep for you
these tears are not of joy,
for you have let the enemy in,
they brought disaster to your shores.

My France, My France
How I weep for you
The pain you must endure.
For all those dead have,
come to you under burdening
skies.

My France, My France
How I weep for you
Who has put you through this Hell?
It has no face,
I cannot tell,
It's here in space,
the Dawning was its place.

My France, My France
How I weep for you
Your skies have turn to Black
The Peace and Security you seek,
has now suddenly turned its back.

My France, My France
How I weep for you
My tears are not of joy
I pray for you,
my heart opens too.
You may find Peace within.
When your dead are buried and
your revenge has its reward
Come together
Powers of Faith
Come together
Almighty hand and rest upon us
from this mighty land.

Give us your Peace.
We ask thee now
Give us your Peace
We ask how?

My France, My France
How I weep for you
In time of trouble,
what is it can you do?
Your borders closed
turmoil enclosed
The sadness fills the air.

For Peace is fleeting,
The enemy has come there.
Your golden arch is dim.
Your Eiffel black with sin
The City of  Lights 
are in the shadows for his mighty 
hand has struck.

Peace you may ask,
Revenge your reward.

My France, My France
How I weep for you
For can we say, no more, no more.

Copyright © Marilyn Williams | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quintain (English) |
Just as Jesus watches over you from Heaven, we will watch from here.
You kept us safe and gave your life, a debt we cannot repay.
Go bravely into the afterlife, this you need not fear.
Know that we are so proud of you and for your soul we pray.
God has placed a sentry at your grave, his flight will show the way.




for Carolyn's  "Bald Eagle in the Cemetary" contest
Francine Roberts 08/08/2011

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2011




Details | Rhyme |
Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?

For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.

From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.

As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.

Copyright © Tom Valles | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Quite frankly, I don't remember at all
You see I was quite young when I took my first fall.
Don't know which parent was there to catch me
Or how hard the decision was to stand back and let me. 
Did I topple forward or backward, or who made the call. 
And who scooped me up crying
After the fall.
I can't remember the joy of first letting go
And taking that step without holding on. 
Groping my way forward
Leaning against the wall
I got back up 
After the fall.
As the Earth spun the years flew by so fast
At 17 I finally knew everything at last!!
Unexpectedly, I fell once again,
Head over heels this time 
And out on a limb.
I was so sure of that bet
I gambled it all
Heart bruised abused and then broken
After that fall.
And then I broke my own promise 
To not love again.
Hungry for life
I gambled to win.
Life is a theatre of first steps first 
A one act play with no time to rehearse.
Co starring in roles
Cast without planning.
"Never more" echoes 
The raven still chanting.
Undaunted unwilling
To let darkness win all
Trusting Father to be there
After the fall.
Then the day came
When I had a son
To let him learn the word hot And hope he'd not run,
Would he still love me
Or trust me at all
When I pulled my hand back
And allowed him to fall?
And knowing I'd be there again
To help him to stand
And knowing he might never walk
If I didn't let go of his hand
And hoping he didn't revert back to a crawl
When I let go of his hand
And allowed him to fall.
As the earth kept on turning
My heart kept yearning
My son now a man
Living and learning.
He hasn't held my hand now in a very long time
The cats in the cradle slowly plays in the back of my mind.
I looked in the mirror today
And noticed my dad.
And remembered a talk that we'd never had.
Remembering how he seemed towering and tall 
And was there every time 
After each fall.
I lose my balance these days now and again
My steps aren't as sure
As they once might have been. 
In the winter of life now
I feel so small
And wonder who'll catch me
If I take a fall. 
I suppose I'll just have to trust Father
With both great things and small 
To pick me up on the other side
When I take my last fall.

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2014

Details | ABC |


Bitter by ; being mentally bruised and battered most of my life,
shaken with fright without a single soul to help me
through the troubles unseen horrors of the night, 
from an evil source that I fear to strike. 
But as the evil forces, who limited my choices 
that when I found my stallion horses. 
Swiftly it came to my head I can run and I cannot hide, 
feeling the Beast closing in on every time I decide to hide. 
Tired of running and tired of alluding this
relentless creep as my red bolt eyes weep 
feeling rest-less, likes a lonely defeated warrior from his home in retreat 
that is when I knew it time to rest, to release my Beast. 
But in a fight, I may not win however as I cast out my dirty words sin
I made sure it felt my impact, to the bloody end.

by Keith Kadell

Copyright © Keith Relf | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
I rend asunder and
Crumble into dust
Before my very eyes.

No answers forthcoming
To my many questions,
Most important, "Why?"

"A fool are you,"
I stand thinking.
"There is no disguise."

To worry so about
What matters not
In the by and by.

Trials have strengthened.
Sorrows kept me human.
No point to analyze.

"Life is for living,"
An ultimate truth
I finally realized.

Sooner than later
Might have been better,
Had only I been wise.

I rend asunder and
Crumble into dust....
A twinkle in my eye.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber

Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013

Details | Acrostic |
Long arms of tender compassion
Oneness of embittered Humanity
Visceral faith was your salvation
Encompassing all vain materialism
Lenitive of the corporal punishment 
Illuminating a hope encrypted in a
Necropolis of suppressed ideas 
Extruding life from deep darkness  
Seeping rain from saturated soil
Sedative of every entombed soul

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
Read the Bible and the words that are said. Times of trouble and tribulation are ahead! All one has to do is read the book of revelation. To read about this world and this nation! Days of wickedness and evil that abounds.. Shall very soon. Come “crashing to the ground!” For our sin, there’s a price that has been paid! Many have become sin’s servant and slave! Many will not escape God’s judgment and wrath! They’ve chosen the wrong direction and path! Right now... There’s a path and a way to “escape!” Please do it right now! Before it’s too late! The right path to take, is through Christ alone! He must be the lord of your heart and home! Jesus alone, can bring hope to your soul! He’ll never leave you! Is what he wants you to know! Times of trouble and uncertainty are well on their way! Christ can help you to overcome! He can do it TODAY! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Death, Hell and the Grave Defeated "I will ransom them from the power of the grave ; I will redeem them from death. Where, O death, are your plagues? Where, O grave, is your destruction?" Hos 13:14 NIV Death, hell and the grave Were defeated at the cross, Although Christ's life appeared a failure; No possible gain just loss. This is where death lost its victory; Resurrection made possible. Just as Christ was resurrected; Called forth by God’s heavenly angel. Christ raised not a hand to resist The evil powers at his side. Without His total surrender, Death’s grave would forever reside. The cross was perceived as failure, But it was victory instead. For that was the world's perception Of our Savior’s bloodshed. Death, hell and the grave Have been defeated for some time. Although death persists, The righteous find their Spring time. Christ will soon come To call them from their graves; Take them home to heaven; Where sin no more enslaves. Poem featured in Maureen's book entitled, Easter Poems Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2009-2012 www.maureenlefanue.com

Copyright © MAUREEN LEFANUE | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
' Talitha Cu'mi - - - Rise ! ... '


        (Tal' i-tha cu' mi)
(An Ancient Arabic/Syrian Phrase)



(Mark 5: 41 / John 5: 28, 29 / John 6: 39 /  John 10: 3-15, 27 / John 11: 23-27)



'Talitha Cumi ... Rise!'
Said The One Who Can Save All Lives
Talitha Cumi ... Rise!
Death's Cut Will Not Be Your Knife
-- Talitha Cumi ... Rise! --

Talitha Cumi ... Rise!
From Your Bed & Your Good-Byes
Talitha Cumi ... Rise!
Hear My Voice & Recognize
-- Talitha Cumi ... Rise!

'Rise! From Upon Your Bed
Greet The Brightest Day Instead
Greet The Blessings On Your Head
The Blood of Life For You I Bled
-- Talitha Cumi ... Rise!' --

'Talitha Cumi ... Rise!'
Said My Beloved Lord Jesus Christ
'I Covered You In My Sacrifice
and You Praised Our GOD For That Price
-- Talitha Cumi ... Rise!' --

'Little One - Open Your Eyes
Loved Ones - Dry Your Eyes
'Cause Resurrection Ain't No Lie
Wake Up! ... and Walk Eternal Life!'

Tal i-tha cu' mi  ... Rise!


         Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/26/2013 
                  by:  MoonBee Canady


Examples of a Resurrection:  The Spring Season, Butterflies from Cocoons, 
A Buried Seed, A Healed Skin-Cut, A Revived Heart (and) A Human Being
(and the song above is how I felt after my Lumpectomy Surgery) Oh yeah!

MoonBee

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |
From the moment I was born I wept. I cried out of wanting, After all to want is the first natural humane instinct. As I got older I walked through life holding open my heart to experiences even if unwillingly. My eyes remained wide as my legs carried me through twisting generations.

 

I have laughed gaily without judgment, grieved earth shattering loss, embraced joy beyond what the motion pictures portray and loved and been loved more than any fictional character that its writer breathed life onto paper.

 

From cradle to my destined grave I stroll on earths vast plain of emotion to take hold of life and live as if tomorrow my again body would be laid to rest.

 

A newborn cries because it is its horn of proof that it is thriving with vitality. An elder gently sobs under breath knowing each day they inhale is another day of dying. We are born into cradling arms and are buried cancelling ourselves, From life to death we take memories we've made from cradle to grave. Nothing is more precious, needed and wanted to either groups young r old than a life fully lived before the final chapter is read.

 

Birth to twelve is layered in childhood innocents. Becoming a teen is our first presumable milestone and we assume ourselves to be made of granite like Galatea.

 

Throughout our twenties our lips taste first loves even lust but gracefully as we age our minds and souls carry us home making a place to rest out weary bodies, a place to rest with growing families. Children come wrapped in beautiful ribbons and we grow old. Wrinkles come, inevitably dependency goes then we parish to our coffins made by younger, sometimes older hands.

 

But even after we rest under feet of blackened tear filled soil we live, To be born again or to be swept away by Gods gentle voice no one person can say.

 

But we live and breath, inhale life though our lungs from cradle to the grave.

"Sorry for not capitalizing, hope that fixed it! Please keep commenting :) Much love, Whit."

Copyright © Whitney Hart | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |
It  was  for you and me,
That Jesus left His throne,
Bore the scourge and agony,
Shivered His flesh and bone,

It was for you and me,
He took the awry tour,
Towards the dreaded Calvary,
Summed His tortured  hours,

It was for you and me,
That Jesus bore the cross,
Paid the greatest penalty,
That death supposed be ours,

It was for you and me,
He wailed the gloomiest cry,
It was for you and me,
Jesus was nailed to die,

Oh, that you and I may see,
Our wickedness beyond measure,
Jesus to set us free,
In our stead bore the torture,

His love mysterious great,
Knocks  the door of all men's heart,
His mighty power recreates,
Renews our lives whole to restart,

It was for you and me,
When on the third-day death sufficed,
The savior left His grave,
Victorious he arised,

He rose back to His throne,
Sitting by His Father's side,
Prepare! He's coming soon,
Today is to decide,

Copyright © joselito asperin | Year Posted 2007

Details | I do not know? |
Watching the sequence of sound coming out of your mouth...
But the screaming is too loud.
I can speak,
But my brain doesn't want to.

I closed the door.
Silence called for me.
Should I cry or should I run after her?

What have I done to you?
but love you uncontrollably.

Shes then left speechless.
It looks like shes out of breath,
but really I broke her.

She was fragile.
So innocent.

Run, Just run.
A gun raised..
up to her mouth.
And a taint on her heart.

Copyright © Lidija Vresk | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |
The stones slipped through the great fingertips of God
Each ligure staked its existence on the four corners of the universe
The quadrivial region began to spin and pull into a sphere
And pathways revealed their footholds 

The fourth ligure bravely landed in the midst of history
So that one day the future settlement of the second 
Would be moved by the last—by the past
Suffering much it stayed
Manifesting in incandescent words
Thrusting evanescence upon the weak
Selfless, it's sorrow would move the merriest
Would move the unmovable

The third lies in the profound valley of mystical guardians
Star-recruited, they are the very light above the canvas of gray
They embrace the stone—are inspired by the stone  
The very reflection of their creator was evident
Upon their unremitting glimmers
Unafraid to stare the others down
Motivated and construed by the glower of death
Eyes move fixedly beyond the simple vast

The second ligure rested upon the shoulders of invisible martyrs 
The hopeful power it planted on the sufferers was unbelievable
For spectators used their disbelief to cover their ever-placed envy
They never were part of the battle—they merely watched
Always seeing truth
But they never quite absorbed
Like a rock hitting the water
The inevitable fate was to fly and sink

The first of the ligures settled in the very reservoir of Satan himself
Even the very heart of the devil is marked
Though rebellion embarked  
The cold stone landed upon his naked bosom
He despaired not to the pericopal truth the gods had bestowed upon him
He merely despised it
But wished not to lose it
For such a stone to fall upon that dark corner—he felt pride for the gracious wound

In truth, there are twelve ligures of stone 
And four were dispersed, dropped into the universe
The last eight the great Eternal wears upon his breastplate 
And only He can re-move these ligures

-July 20, 2013-
-For Shadow Himilton's Any Subject Contest-
-Thanks for the inspiration-

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Terza Rima |
Weight is held in the balance found wanting 
Heresy thought unorthodox behaviour 
drops the pearls under a great price 

A river of lies flows one after another devaluing family values 
Filled with the impurities of sin under an idiotic phase 
Resilient is the word 

Where modern day modesty sinks below par into hell's furnace 
We turn now and see branding irons casting lots 
Truth and chastity becomes tested 

in time entering through closed doors a one way ticket 
Modern day virtues are on their knees lead heavy and weak of the spirit 
Richeous is a way of dialogue that forces issues relating to fascists behaviour
 
Unholy tongues sharpened with hostility 
Split scourges with venomous petition 
A war against equality begins 

With the bitterness craving acceptance 
Where there is no moral ground draws a battlefield 
under nature's existence 

The right of such education stands denied to parents 
whom remain without choice
Violated beneath freedom of speech 

To speak openly 
on concerns and welfare 
in their soul's undervalued identity

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
Stay away from evil graves that crave attention
While smouldering in pain and grief 
For all pain they caused
Wanting to sell their sins for a look or a stare at their grave 
Ready to suck you in the game of heaven and hell
Enticing  you from afar with a wisp of curiosity 
"Who lies there ?"

Looking for their chance to lure you in
Hoping for a early release from hell
Deceiving all that go by
Not really repenting their sins
By the laws of hell , hoping to make a pass 
To swap their sins to whomever passes by
Child ,woman or man
Don't sign your name or accept a gift in a dream
No one cares in hell

Evil Graves know how it's done
So don't stare at everyone's graves
Or you'll feel troubled and don't know why
You don't know who lies there
Evil graves in hell

Copyright © Tahira Parveen | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
A terrifying ordeal,
Not only is my mentor gone,
My lovely Rosie,
No longer does this grandmother’s;
Heart beat,
Tears have flooded my evenings,
Heartache captures my soul,
Day by day,
Improve,
Update letters,
Left at the proper sight,
Whilst time of daylight,
Quells the pain within,
My medium moves me,
To succeed and move on,
Achieve all that my Nonny,
Would have desired me to,
So I push onward toward my dreams,
I no longer feel the need to scream.

Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2010

Details | Blank verse |
I was blinded by darkness
Not knowing where I planted each footfall
I had a body I had a heart
I had a mind and most of all a soul
I thought I was alive with happiness and joy
Alive with peace in my soul
But I was wrong dead wrong
I was all but dead to the world
It was Death that captured and trapped me
In a grave not letting go of me
In the end not knowing it was little ol’ me
Trying to breathe trying to fight my way out
Thinking I was almost there to the top but not even moving
I thought I was justified by my negativity and actions
Not knowing it was trapping me further down
Displaying the ignorance of my ways without caring for the ones I loved
The pain of it that was caused went noticed 
Everyone telling me but not realizing it until now
Letting the deceit and evil willingly roll off my tongue
Thinking I was always right on everything
Thinking that all I need was the trust of man
No matter how long I sat by the fire I was cold
Even when the sunlight was resting upon my skin
I was still ice cold as Death’s very own 
I did not think that life would be this dead within
The darkness of the ice cold abyss of the grave yard
Picking and choosing what to do seems right but it wasn’t
Trying again and again until finally picking up the one thing 
That I thought would not help me in the long run
Thinking that I had all the love in the world 
Knowing that nothing can bring me down was one
Of the biggest lies I made myself believe for so long
Thinking I had fait and love in my life but I was wrong
And in the end all there  is was nothing but darkness 
Deceit and evil rolling off the tongues of you so called 
People walking blindly through the shadows
Of the ever present grasp of Deaths darkest abyss
Of all the wickedness that has been committed in my life 
Why now has the Mighty Father and Mother given me a second chance 
Why have they forgiven me of my sins without a second thought
Have I really forgiven myself so the Father the Mother and the Divine
To enter my body my mind my heart and my soul
Has the Lord and the Lady really seen that I have been trying to 
Change and to become an adult woman mentally so my 
Husband can rely on me in the time of need like now
I thought I was ready to begin a life with kids 
Until I realized that I am still one myself
How will the Lord and Lady tell me when I am ready to have
The family I want with my husband who is my soulmate 
All I can do is wait ever so patiently for the moment
The Lord and Lady will tell me when I am ready 
Inside that dark grave a white light came to me
With a hand to pull me out of my hole I dug and saved me
From my own condemned version of hell after praying 
They deliver me from my sins and the trespasses I’ve done
What are people going to do when they see me 
Completely changed after the long visit to LCJ
God and Goddess thank you for saving my when I thought 
There was no way for me to be saved and unworthy of it
Again thank you for everything I currently have
In my life my wonderful loving husband that only
Sees the potential in me all the time and the love he 
Gives so unconditionally to me even when I 
Do wrong in his eyes or the law’s eyes please 
Show him the same lovingkindness and forgiveness you 
Have so heavily laid on me to realize and forgive 
Myself and those around me like I should
Have so long ago when you tried to show me the light
I have forgiven myself of the anger and hate I had
For my adopted family and now it is in the past I cannot 
Change that but however I can change how the future 
Goes by what I say and plan to do now today
I can look back not so long ago the darkness that 
Covered my eyes then and hope the light keeps the veil away
I can see all the negative emotions that were running 
And controlling me I had no idea what to do 
Now I am grateful for the things I have for 
The things I have come to realize on top of everything
I am the most thankful to you in my life 
When I thought I did not deserve the love 
And the care you have shown me 
 
Love is for an eternity, not just a second, minute, hour or even a day. 

Copyright © Amber Stratton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Once a very long time was born a perfect,righteous man 
He died upon a rugged cross, but yet, He rose and lived again. 
Jesus died that day but in the grave He didn't really stay 
From the clutches of sin and death He broke for us the chain 
As the boulder from his sepulcher rolled away they said. 
I am so glad to believe that Jesus came in order to save us all. 
And now between our Heavenly Father and us there's no more a wall. 
Because God to this earth His only Begotten Son He sent. 
And Jesus in total perfection his whole life He spent. 
But upon the cross He chose for us to bear our sins. 
He definitely did it all for us out of Love. 
He absolutely did it all just for you and me… 
He died while pleading forgiveness to His Heavenly Father above. 
Yes, death couldn't keep Him down as He rose again that day. 
The grave was found emptied and Jesus was never seen there 
And Jesus bought with his Precious blood our sins that day. 
The stone just rolled away and Jesus lives in my heart everyday. 
Jesus has risen!And He lives! He can wash your sins and mine.Be thankful and pray. 
Jesus my king and Savior lives and always will be here for you and me. 



Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2009 


March,26,2009

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |
This is a story to be told
About a man of old
He said that he would 
Never rise

In the ground would he reside
Never would he face God
His remains would rot and make sod
So he a plan devised

This plan totally made by man
On his grave he would have placed
Ten inches cement fully ingraved
Never would he come out of that ground

He would have a ton of dirt all around
No way would his body come out
No way would he rise and shout
Just rot and rot and decay

Then one day a squirrel would play
Right on his grave he did stay
Chewing a nut to get to meat
He just wanted a treat to eat

Something frightened the squirrel away
Then it rained right away on that day
Leaving the acorn exposed to sprout
Then the angels all did shout

That acorn sent down a shoot
That shoot began to take root
From that a mighty oak
Large enough for hundreds of post

Sent its tendrils of roots around
Coming up from the ground
Forcing open that slab of cement
His body rose with a lament

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
Where will they find you?
Should they sail the high seas and vast ocean?
Are you beneath the violent waves,
hiding in the storm?

Should they climb the highest mountains?
Muscle bruised and sore
Where will they find you?
They cant tell anymore.

Your black stained soul,
has eluded you
Disguised and transformed.
it left you. Abandoned
Scattered to the corner of the earth.

Do they find you in the shadows, of your own torment?
or in a final moment of peace.
will they find you in death?

Copyright © Jemilla Hibonne | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
  Weeping Willows

In a picture of grief
Death lies underneath
Scattered in the far
Stands tall
To show to all
A grey mass
A written note from the past

Weeping willows pierce the ground close by
Weeping winds whistling a secrete cry
Concreted angel
Lives on
In the strong stone structure
And the ground
In which she stands upon

Never forgotten
She stands to show
Her body lays in ruins
Turned to dust over time
But she still grows
In this land of mine
A soul that knows no time
Because she is now divine

Written by Sarah linklater 20/03/15

Copyright © Sarah Linklater | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

It’s because of Jesus, that I’m here today!
I will serve him!  All of my days!

It’s because of his mercy, 
and love so sweet…
That I can lay all of my worries
 at his feet!

It’s because of the times
 he’s helped me…
He did this, because
 he loves me!

It’s because of his firm and guiding hand…
Everything I go through…  
He understands!

It’s because of all this and so much more…
It’s him that I praise, 
worship and adore!

This same Jesus is also here to YOU!
Won’t you receive him? 
 What will you do?


By Jim Pemberton    07/29/13



Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
At the third silence
up the poem to heaven

Copyright © Dedy Riyadi | Year Posted 2007

Details | Rispetto |
My name is Paul, a boy of sixteen years when the Titanic became my icy grave. To the ocean floor, I drowned with dreams and fears, like my dad, a fisherman, lost in the waves. When we boarded the ship, my mother heard cries. A premonition dismissed with hopes and sighs. In a half-empty lifeboat, denied a seat, my destiny to die but not in defeat. Mother begged for my life then returned to die with me. Half empty lifeboats floated as the band played a hymm. Angels descended on mother and son in the cold sea and carried us to my father in Heaven's bosom. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 10, 2012 for My Heart Will Go On and On contest ( Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver) Fourth Place *A Rispetto and a Quatrain

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
I believe in life eternal
Free from all my earthly craves
My soul flying free to heaven
When my body is in its  grave

Here on earth the soul is tested
Into the fire the pain to feel
As we lose our life’s companions
And death our brothers it does steal

Yet our souls they must be steadfast
Growing with each blow that lands
Learning why we first must suffer
Before we walk on Heavens sands

Make not gods from lust and money
Worship not the golden chain
Forget what the mirror tells you
Then you’ll have a lot to gain

Be at peace with all around you
Love the stranger as your own
Wake each day to make a difference 
In the world that we call home

Copyright © Robert Andrew Lyle | Year Posted 2014

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Adapted from Acts 16:22-31

How long have I been a jailor here,
And from these men this is what I hear?
In the midst of their pain they sing and pray
And tell me how I must believe today.
That Jesus Christ was really God’s own Son
And all the things we did to Him were done
So all could have Eternal Life above
And live forever more in God’s great Love.
What if it were true what they say
Is there really more to life than day to day?
I’ve worked hard and tried to do things well
Is that enough to save my soul from Hell?

"At midnight Paul and Silas prayed,
and sang praises to God:  and the prisoners
heard them.  Suddenly there was a great earthquake,
so that the foundations of the prison were shaken: and
immediately all the doors were opened, and everyone's
bands were loosed."

At midnight that night I came awake
As suddenly the ground began to quake
To the broken jail I ran hastily
Knowing that all the prisoners would flee.
But how long have I been a jailor here?
And never have I seen men so sincere,
The bars were opened wide for all to flee
But they were still inside praying for me.

Oh! What must I do to be saved?
The sentence of death for me waived?
And be no more to sin enslaved?
Oh! What must I do to be saved?

"And they said, 'Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ,
and thou shalt be saved, and thy house."

I believe and now I can freely say
That I want Jesus as my Lord today.
I believe from the grave He was raised
I believe in Jesus Christ and I am saved!

"And they spake unto him the Word of the Lord,
and to all that were in his house."


Loved ones gather ‘round and hear me tell
Of all that’s happened, please, listen well.
Jesus, whom we hung on a cross that day
He really Is alive again like they say.
He came to offer hope and life anew,
Just believe it is all you have to do.
By His amazing Grace He’ll save you all
He’s waiting even now to hear you call.

We believe and now we can freely say
That we want Jesus as our Lord today.
We believe from the grave He was raised
We believe in Jesus Christ and we are saved!

Copyright © David Edgin | Year Posted 2009

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Loosing a loved one is very emotional and final

One moment you are here and the next your in denial,

Sometimes in your mind you think they are still here

Until you go visit the grave site then it all becomes so clear,

The realization that our loved ones are no longer with us in their earth bodily form

They are spirits that surround us and try to keep us warm,

From harm and evil that tries to destroy us

Remember their angels now and they don't even make a fuss,

I miss all my loved ones whom haven't gone far and stay close

One day we will meet again and be angels to I suppose.

Written By: Unique Poetry 2015

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015