All the things we are on earth-
And all the things we're not.
All the times we've hurt our Lord,
By word and deed and thought.
All the days we've made Him sad,
Through hateful acts of spite.
We need step back a pace or two
And make the bad things right.
For heaven's not that far away-
Could be . . just round the bend.
And none of us can ever know
The moment of our end.
Be grateful for the blessings
He's bestowed on you this while.
Offer thanks by honoring Him,
In ways that make Him smile.
Ask for His forgiveness
For the times you hurt Him so.
Accept the blood He shed for you
Before your time to go.
Our days are but a platform,
Where we stage the life to come.
Thus all the joys of heaven
Are not there for everyone.
So bid the Lord come to your door
And then invite Him in.
Ask His grace as you confess
To all your earthly sins.
He will know what's in your heart
And if you are sincere . .
You'll have your place in Heaven
And dispel death’s dread and fear.
Copyright © Diane Lefebvre | Year Posted 2015
The Easter Prayer of Thanks
"2 There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it. 3 His appearance was like lightning, and his clothes were white as snow." Matt 28:2-3 NIV
God, thank you for the gift of Easter;
The sacrifice of your Son so treasured.
To save our souls through your grace and mercy,
That by heaven alone can be measured.
Thank you for giving us hope;
The hope of life after the grave.
Winter dies and Spring comes to life—
The resurrection of the saved!
Your hand rules the universe
With great glory and power.
We give thanks for your love for us,
And for every beautiful opening flower.
We thank you for the birds
That sing your praises every morn,
And for the lofty mountains
That with Winter's snow you adorn.
Thank you for friends and family
And the blessings that they bring,
At this very special time—
Christ's resurrection and the grandeur of Spring!
Thank you for salvation
Made possible by your love.
Thank you that we have the hope of heaven—
Easter's promise from above.
May we all meet our Redeemer,
As you come for us in the air,
Because of Easter's hope of eternity,
and the privilege of prayer!
Copyright © 2012 Maureen LeFanue
Copyright © MAUREEN LEFANUE | Year Posted 2012
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
Wave a sea softened
and a pain and a tenderness
throw dreams in fascination
of the blue.
And let shave the waves of
Your eternity , oh, weigh
oh,weigh a coast of years.
Carry far in azure, spiral
with bulging little abdomens,
flutter with mahagony pinions
and already in vain expect you
to stop the scales harbours
with hot flames for You are
Far away, far away ,far away,
heart and frank await the
hymn of June.
All sea sisters are dressed in
embroidered of kiss of
In the morning hunts them
fishermen and revive with
breath of their man’s hands.
In the evening girls wash
their black tunics,
in their blue hearts,
their feet white ,who cadge
The night is squeezed enigma
predatory like a bat pecking
of scarlet fig.
Sea sisters, sea sisters,
remember His steps
which go through you noiselessly,
and ou swing like
hold in His fingers Herod,
Pilate washes his hands,
in Yours heirs
and they bristled like winter
icicles bristles of innoncent blood .
There at Golgotha
hearing terrible cry,
blood gushes like
wounded river disappear
like Easter roses,
in weeds of flushed
to open way of
Who is He?
Do you heard
His name ?
He is Messiah,
Like little sheeps,
clouds of candy floss,
they welcome festivaly.
Barefooted are feet
of lovely swarthy steps
of the sun, came to bow,
before You , Creator.
The sea throws his
magnificent silver flesh,
blue like heavently lace,
to swallow all stars
pretty like uncreated
like an apple of not
Copyright © Nina Mindova | Year Posted 2012
His message to Mankind was divine love, much louder than
the desert wind hissing through the tall palm trees;
they heard Him, but sadly contempt built up when
they defiled the Temple by selling and trading instead of praying on their knees...
so Jesus got the whip and the lame and the blind cried out the word, " Hosanna! "
Christ was the faithful servant who was scourged, derided and crucified,
now, is the friend of all who believe in Him, not in a sinful world....
the Redeemer who carried the heavy cross to Calvary and died;
His resurrection was a victory over death making Him the eternal Lord!
Who besides Him is more worthy of God His Father, are we?
Anytime Jesus prayed, He finished that prayer with this holy word, " Hosanna! "
Nothing has changed...it was an unjust and mean world, and so it will be;
they lived for lust, power and money getting greedier than Judas who chose death;
find that good soul that resembles Jesus...is it that poor man who seeks mercy?
We can gather much gold, make him a crown and place it on his bruised head!
And while he sits there waiting for compassion, his feeble voice proclaims," Hosanna! "
All nations strive for supremacy, making useless and massive weapons so destructive,
they have no love for their neighbors...they hate peace and every beautiful place;
we have made it to this century...will others see a tomorrow not dark and delusive?
Pray like Jesus did and put your fate in the hands of the Almighty who's grace!
No joy or possession is greater than faith...get up, look up and shout, " Hosanna! "
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013
I Held Mary’s Hand
I held Mary’s hand as John covered his face,
Faded are the slapping sounds of the whip against his flesh,
Gone now are the shrieks as his crown was pegged into her child’s head,
I felt her hand, as it twists into mine,
Dry, strong to the touch.
As the arms release, her grip is firm, ridged,
As if hers are the spiked arms being released, free from pain
Her tears roll,
As her son is now
Shrouded body moves like a holy ghost,
The linen and cotton, dotted with the sin of man,
Mary awareness, that they not know what has been done,
Presented in their presence and decided with each lash mark,
Each step of the walk with 300 pounds of wood nailed to fashion the Christ cross,
Foretold this day to her,
All the years before
I held Mary’s hand as we walk to the tomb of our King of King’s.
I see her resolute,
No fear of our future,
Brilliant in the light of God,
Mourning the natural,
Her Son, her boy, her baby
Now Devine providence for us all,
In his sacrifice,
Her sacrifice, as told to her all the years before,
I held Mary’s hand,
As the Stone closed,
Sealing in the body,
Releasing the spirit of the Christ-Child,
Tears dry by the kicking sands and dust of which all men will return.
Stoic we look upon the dotted trail,
Our long winding road back thru perdition
I held Mary’s hand as she leads me,
Pulls us to our destination,
Resolute our steps gain purpose.
Divinity and destiny intertwine to our hope’s yield,
Step by Step,
The confidence and purpose,
Re-delivered as if the Spirit,
Advising of the greatest of gifts,
Would be delivered from Mary,
As the vessel,
To one day go back to the Alter of God,
Each step rekindles the awareness,
The divine need for all this to happen,
For the upcoming Majesty,
Behold the power of Gods mighty hand,
As told to her all the years before,
In the light of the spirit,
Of the holy divinity to come
I held Mary’s hand
As we eat unleavened bread, sipping from the cup,
Waiting and listening, the shock of her son’s disciples,
Explaining the sight their eyes will not believe,
When the arm extended,
Hands open and out,
I held Mary’s hand as we move past time, space and place.
I show her the words of her son, spreading across the lands,
I show Mary the hymnals,
We hear the choirs of angles singing,
Wrapped in their robes,
The praised sounds that are holy ode’s of joy
I held Mary’s Hand,
As we enter….
Together seated next to God.
Copyright © Mike Liquori | Year Posted 2015
he was around
up and down town
his sprit was all over
it was a shining clover
on this day easter way
i must say
his sprit was stack
JESUS CAME BACK
Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013
The Name Above Every Name
“ 9Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name,10 that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, 11and every tongue acknowledge that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.” Phil 2:9-11 NIV
Christ took the nature of a servant
And was created in human likeness.
He humbled himself before all;
His obedience provided our righteousness.
God exalted His humble Son
And gave Him The Name Above Every Name.
At this name every knee will bow,
In heaven and on earth His praise proclaim.
Every tongue will confess
That Jesus Christ is Lord of all.
He glorified the Father above
And harkened death’s necessary call.
He made us children of God;
Changed from slaves to heirs instead.
The Name Above Every Name—
The lamb of sacrifice to wed.
The Name Above Every Name
Is upon the lips of His faithful servants,
Not through force but love alone;
The Holy Spirit's implants.
We should be so grateful,
That Christ died for us to be saved;
That He rose again from death’s pit;
Eternity on our hearts engraved.
The Name Above Every Name
Is to be glorified for all time.
Let’s worship Christ and give him thanks,
For His love so heavenly divine.
Let us shine like stars in the evening sky,
So that all who look up will see,
The Name Above Every Name,
To be worshiped for eternity!
Copyright © 2011-2012 Maureen LeFanue
Featured in my Easter Poems Book published 2012
Copyright © MAUREEN LEFANUE | Year Posted 2012
King of Kings,
And Lord of Lords.
And He shall reign,
Forever and ever.
Are these not the words of Christmas?
Did Jesus lose Sovereignty after His birth?
Do we just forget this through the year,
Does the Son of God lose His worth?
The Christian Faith lives in a Person,
Not just an accepted creed.
He was born, lived, died and arose from the dead,
This is the Christianity we need.
Christ is the personal, Living Center,
Of all things we believe.
He remains the Church's Sovereign,
His resurrection saved you and me.
We know the enjoyments of this life,
The pleasures that come our way.
But the Christian belief within us,
Helps us make it through the day.
Christianity is more than a history,
Of ancient writings told.
It is the very source of truth,
That comforts when we are old.
We are different Christians than our parents,
Who lived a life so true.
They gave the love and knowledge,
That would guide and comfort you.
We are challenged to pass this message,
A belief in God and His son.
So that our children may know and learn,
He truly is the one.
This Easter is a reminder,
Of the Christmas message brought to all.
It took His Death and Resurrection,
To save us from the Fall.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
Yours in the blood that set us free
we come in honor as it be
to bind in love straight from the lovers heart
the one called Christ the thief has torn apart,
and hoped that nevermore they'd see.
At mid of night when sings the song
about the right and of the wrong
we enter into dreams, and through your breast,
straight to your heart where life meets ev'ry test
and keeps you living faint and strong
and begs out for His loving hand
just as all time has ever planned
to Save each soul in Jesus for the day
His swift return will sweep us all away
where ev'ryone will understand.
© ron wilson
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013
I wear the crown of hatred
misunderstanding and despair upon my hair
upon my back a wooden cross I bare
I know not why I’m hated so
all the people seemed to love me just a week ago
my skin is cut from head to toe
from whips of leather by men who wish to see me die
I spoke the truth for all the people to understand
my words of truth where words to set man free
from degradation hate and hell to live in harmony
for the rest of history
I cured the sick and healed the blind
with the touch of my own hand
I’ve walked on water and walked on sand
to preach and bring my truth through out the land
people came from all around
and would sit for hours upon the ground
I once had twelve good men who followed me around
now there’s only eleven one man let me down
my words have been mistaken
my God he has forsaken
for that my life they’re taken
I believe that I have failed
as my hands and feet are nailed upon this wooden cross
as they raise me in the air
all their sins I know I must bare
I want to scream not fair not fair
I’m just a young man I only wanted to teach
there are so many more people that I wanted to reach
my age is only thirty three
I pray my God
that they the people will remember me
written by Dennis H. Davis
This poem was written from the human aspect of Jesus Christ. I wrote this poem with no effort what so ever it was as though it was being told to me. I watched my hand move across the page with a purpose a message I believe Jesus wanted this poem written.
Copyright © Dennis Davis | Year Posted 2010
Copyright © 2013
A New Dawn in His Glory
foretold in a biblical story
Coming for those preparing
skyward we will be starring
Like descending parachutes
sounds of trumpets and flutes
Captivating our hearts
giving us a new start
A New Dawn is coming
listen, nature is humming
Idelology clashing blows
a tale between 2 foes
Revelations foretold a day
when more begin to pray
World events getting crazier
humanity's future hazier
Waiting on ONE to stop this mess
or, were we just another lab test?
Copyright © Les Pruitt | Year Posted 2013
Another year has gone by
There's not a day that I don't cry,
I miss you daddy and sister Cheryl everyday
I have learned to accept that the pain never really goes away,
Tomorrow is Easter and you both are in heaven
What better place to be in it is a haven,
Being with God I should let you both go
I just miss you both so much my grieving is slow,
As time has gone by I should accept the way it is
If my heart would just let realize you both are his,
He called you both for a reason
Just like Mother Nature has her seasons,
In my mind I know why
But, then my heart steps in and I start to cry.
Written By: Unique Poetry.....3-27-16....Poem about my DAD and Sister..Cheryl...
Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2016
Listen, I speak of the odyssey of Sinai, I speak of the mystery of the mountain undefined. Our Golgotha of salvation. I speak of the cross. what a privilege it is for the carver, he built the cross befitting his sins.
Listen-Again , I speak of the odyssey of Sinai, the mystery in the controversy of his persecution. He made no refute, he sought no refuge, he did not deny yet he was denied. The kiss and the cock at 3. They thrust the lance, the water from his side brought healing , it is in giving that we are forgiven, the mystery of Sinai revealed.
Again I say Listen, his cloths were thorn and cast for lot, the cloths in the high place tore to door mot. you see, he’s the gateway of truth and pathway of salvation. Sinai’s odyssey. The earth stood still.Death obeys.
Copyright © Bridget Emmanuel | Year Posted 2016
Christmas sugar pop landing
Submarines yellow, parachute up
Count each seed before planting
Together bright suns daisies rise
Seeds remember merry joy rides
Going faster depends on where you are
Tidal waves tsunami good-bye
Firecrackers on golden sands
Sparkly bright lights burst a happy blast
Heaven fills with bubbled up liquid
Orange capacity is a concept pretty
Easter is north of the Shirley Temples
Toys fly by ships lollipop
Go south from there on polka dots
It never rains in California... for sure
Good umbrellas cost a pretty penny
Coast to coast by roller coaster
Standards remain in the pink
Spend more time than money
Hang ten on the surf board butter
Water slides by in a blink
On cotton candy carnival
Give us a kiss honey bun mix
One hell of a ride my love
Christmas sugar pop landing
Is the last stop on the line
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2017