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Religious Music Poems | Religious Poems About Music

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Details | Tanka |


LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC 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

Details | Rhyme |

God Save This World

Part 1: Save Us

The whole world went to pot
when, 2pac was shot
on the spot.

Why do Innocent people have to die?
Why do we have to sit and watch, as mothers cry?

People forgive the unforgiven.
Why do people have spend the rest of they're lives in prison?

Part 2: Save Me

I act like a dick 
in public.

I'm not crazy,
god just needs to save me.

I guess I'm in the zone.
That's why I'm sitting here alone.

Dedicated To Tupac Shakur.

Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

Don't you worry bout my soul

Don't you worry bout my soul
Til you've been down all my lonely roads
And gauged the weight of my full load 
Don't you worry bout my soul
I see you on the tv conning, talking squawking walking like you really care about me and my kind
You cry your tears like a  crocodile  empty eyes phony smile,
To me I plainly see you're clearly blind 
So don't you worry bout my kind . . .
I see everything just fine
You're busy yelling and a tellin me all the things you think you can see, going on in this ol world you think ain't right
Get the beam on out of your own eye, til you've listened to the children cry, hungry and tormented in the night 
Don't you worry bout my eyes . . .
I'm seeing everything just fine
Don't you worry bout my ears
Cause you've been deaf for many years
I don't need some deaf man tellin me what I should hear or how to be, when he is only playing on my fears
So don't you worry bout my ears . . .
I hear your deafness loud and clear
Don't you worry bout my mind
Though it gets misplaced from time to time
But I think I know what courage means, how heartache feels, when freedom rings
And I know that I am running out of time
So don't you worry bout my mind . . .
I think I'll get along just fine
Don't you worry bout my soul
Cause I met the Master long ago
And the one you portray Him to be
Is not the same One known to me
The One Who made me free so long ago
So don't you worry bout my soul.
Mathew 15:14

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |

Me and My Guitar

Me and My Guitar

God to me was pleasant and nice
So nothing did I need to sacrifice
And every day would hold my hand
To tell me that He does understand.

God's willing to accept me as I am
Because I say yes and no ma'am
And to God will be always sure
That for everything Hehas a cure.

I may toil and tarry again and again
And every time when I start to sin
Forgives them even if black or white
Done morning, noon and into the night.

When I see a shining star in the sky
Stop everything and to God say Hi
He may be either close or away far
Loves songs I play on my great guitar.

If opera will be willing to welcome me
I am sure I will set their souls all free
As soon as they hear my fabulous voice
Will all sing along and start to rejoice.

James Joyful Jubilant Horn
Retired Veteran

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
Right now, I am exactly as I am

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Luke The Drifter

Is he here?
Can it be?
Straight from Nashville, Tennessee
Luke the Drifter 
or a mortal shape shifter.
Hank come here
is it really you?
your tearful words helped me through.
Did really write all those songs
about Miss Audrey and the man who done her wrong?
You smell like beer
and your trail leaves behind a single tear.
You look grim and reek of fear.
Your skinny face leaves a trace
of weakness.

I suddenly woke up!

Dedicated To Hank Williams

Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

You're Somebody's Hero

I don't know a Better Name,
But ,"You're Somebody's Hero."
It's not just a game,
And it's always fair.
What are we made of?
Pearl and polished stone?
Or tar and rot?
We  are what we have yearned for.
Have we spent our time studying God,
Or the Father of lies?
Were we being polite,
Or feasting  and drinking of the fat happily?
Are We cursing God when we fall,
Or are we laughing and getting back up?
You see, when God gives us a gift,
It is appreciated by the wise,
And the other only lust and envy the gift.
So, don't tare someone down just because
You don't think that they are pretty,
And you don't think you should show some pity 
Because some people aren't just people,
But are somebody's Hero,
That have saved somebodies soul,
That have gone about saving souls. 

Copyright © Shayla Smith | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

What Is Your Answer

His head lifted, and looking for his brothers, 
He found his mum, sanely able again to relate to him, 
Cold, death-like figure, icy face, warm outline of a kin, 
Grieving, her brave face emanated hope for him; 
His head stayed up, but only for a few more moments, 
Then it dropped causing more pain from his hands, 
Which held his body up on a wooden cross. 

Did he expire for me? No, I think not:
Only that he died for his life’s work on earth, 
Which the government objected to so strongly: 
Crucifixion was their penalty for dissidence; 
People wanted to pay taxes to him, 
Not ordinarily to the state, the Romans, 
Who had to uphold government as functional, 
A structure for the people’s good in every way, 
Or in this case, as an ultimately good structure, 
As that’s what did transpire; 
So they had to dehumanise and demote him;
God did not appear so as to invoke his torture. 

When asked by ministers, leaders and Christian friends,
If Jesus died for me, I reply no, 
But that the answer is not not:
I then proceed to say that I’m not excluded from its effects, 
That he didn’t not, and that society has evolved,  
From previous societies as history is humanity’s driver.  

Martin Luther King did not die for me, 
And it would be insane to say that he did, 
But I cannot help but think that I have benefited sadly, 
From the assassination which caused such a hue and cry, 
Everywhere, in all nations, amongst all people.

So no, Jesus didn’t die for me, 
But I appreciated taking communion once, 
Although my problem is I’ve had it too much since,
Felt I didn’t need to have it ever again, 
And I sometimes appreciate Colin Peckham’s arrangement, 
Of the hymn ’Tis Finished, The Messiah Dies.

I understood that Jesus did something, 
For disability and health, 
Let the people speak and converse with others,
About their bodies, conditions and care needs, 
Not just the sole problem of a doctor;
They had the absolute right to life like everybody else, 
Out with government, gossip or religious creed, 
But human to human, 
They stood tall as people amongst people. 

My disability heritage is my disability heritage,  
Just as it is, not constructed or fictitious, 
But a text, open for all to read; 
The man Jesus drowns in the theology of the church,
So you can just ignore its doctrine and catechisms; 
Jesus is not alive for me, but dead, 
And I think that if you think that he’s not alive,
You won’t be mentally ill, sentimental or emotional, 
But an alive, rational, sane person.

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

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Instruments of Love

I recite your name in              the whispers of the wind
for bonded to my heart          are you until the  end
I lifted the chalice                   drank deeply of its wine
I felt of its effects                    the fullness of divine

Like the chords of piano        and dulcimers delight
your melodies do waft            through every thought at night
a master plays the chords     a violin with strings
plays my heart like a harp     whose music on it rings

Your fingers play me like       the stroke of piano keys
every touch I enjoy                your heart it aims to please
you are a symphony              whose chords have touched my heart
a birth cries transmission       of transformation every part

Songs like an aria                  may yet I learn to sing
whose vocals resonate          the inmost of my being
You left no line untouched     no strand is mine alone
made sure you did I knew      would make you me your own
Somewhere I lost myself        I gave it all to you
things I don't understand       reasons appear askew
I inhale you my breathe         to deepest parts within
need you to embrace me      as close as your own skin

We retire together                 speak 'neath the baleful skies
of every trial in life                 and those who live in lies
greet me in the morning        curl around me at night
sing to me of love songs       of futures very bright
The wedding of my heart      tears away my mind
I want to    forever                 hold you for all of time
Are not your words a bath     that removes the worlds dirt
a balm of medicine                to heal the deepest hurt

Its surpassing sweetness      a palate of good taste
love so intoxicating                no drop will go to waste
the adversary's here             and tramples the flowers
but you oh my beloved          too freely roam my hours

My life is but a breath           an instrument of song
music tells the stories           of lives and right and wrong
The scent of yesterdays       the pathways of the past
forward now the future          into the everlast

Proverbs 16
24 Gracious words are a honeycomb,
sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.

COPYRIGHT © 2013 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC 

Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Music to His Ears

At church we thank God for his saving grace,
And honor that is His Holy place.
We don’t realize He sees and hears all,
Not just when we have a close call.

Praise God morning, noon, and night,
During your troubles, when things aren’t right.
He is always there to ease your fears,
Your praise to him is music to His ears.

Copyright © Brenda McGrath | Year Posted 2016

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Redemption Day

After all the roads I've walked
and all the beautiful women I've stalked.
God has given me
a place to breed,
in which I can lead
my friends into a brighter day.
So they, can live their lives 
in a better way.
To one in paradise,
you've left me melting
like a block of ice.

Redemption day!
Redemption day!
It's this song I play
on my redemption day.

I guess my love is lost forever,
I guess winter has gone by
and left this old soul dry.
How many people will forget
all the bad things I did?

Redemption day!
Redemption day!
I sit and pray
on my redemption day.

Empty hallways
broken railways
in the trail of my wake.
All my little kisses.
We can't live in this world 
with out god,
so we must ask forgiveness.

Redemption day!
Redemption day!
Love will come my way
on my redemption day.
He has lifted my ball and chain.
I can finally say, redemption day.

Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The Choir

The Choir sang so well
Their voices fractured
ears of congregation

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

The Night of Unleavened Bread

Matzos slip into their mouths
Voices project merrily...tonight is
The night of Unleavened Bread

Lamb and other delicious
Meats and veggies... satisfies our taste buds 
What a splendid night it is!

Wine's brewin' in our wine cups
The dinner table - creates pleasant talk 
During this meaningful night

There's moments of quietude 
When it comes to de-leavening our lives
But, there's moments of gladness

On this night of peacefulness
Cheesecake - a delightful treat to savor 
During this night of pure bliss

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Monorhyme |


Carols let you in on history and its interpretation, 
Church thought and theological progression, 
Show that people and writers have learnt the lesson,
Not to believe in god so thoroughly and to be of good reason.

We’ve learnt to move the god meme over to reside in derivation, 
To human beings, to people and to their postulation, 
In derivation to Jesus, as one of these people, an initiator with a motion, 
Who wished for humankind that all the ill were given a kinder notion. 

Christinna Georgina Rossetti in her hymn of devotion, 
Equated Jesus with nature, not nature with Jesus, obviation, 
Because the snow came first according to In The Bleak Midwinter composition, 
And the ox and ass were enough for the lord, the baron. 

She ended with Jesus requiring our all, not god or divination, 
By demoting god to a lesser place, a quieter spot by a dumber meditation,  	
By stating that our own daily lives are relational to the son, not just a projection, 
Not a false image of our personalities that we make only for god’s gratification.  

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

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Come and Sing the Lord has Risen

Come and see the Lord is risen
All ye who doubt now believe

He did his work to the finish
Power of Satan he overcome
His Father’s will he fulfilled

People of Galilee, Jerusalem
Come and see the Lord is here
A new life for mankind he won

People of Asia, Australia, China
Come and sing with joy and pomp
This day was what every soul 

People of Africa, Europe, America
Come and we share eternal life
The Lord earned for us by his blood

Women, men, children sing with joy
Which other day do you wait for
Resurrection is the plane to heaven

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017