Best Act Of Faith Poems


The All-Purpose Lifeline

Two men went to spy Jericho
Before Israel conquered it;
They lodged in Rahab's house,
She hid them on her roof.
Their only means of escape -
A line of rope that led them down the wall
To safety.

They embraced that line of rope red,
They embraced life.

Rahab, a not-so-honourable woman of Jericho,
Feared the God of Israel;
She hid those spies,
She saved their lives
By giving them that escape rope -
Their lifeline.
When she wanted to save herself and her family,
They gave her the same rope
Of safety.

She embraced that line of scarlet thread,
She embraced life.

From my childhood, I've read such stories,
True stories of faith and life.
When I wanted solutions to my problems,
I got the same lifeline
For safety.

And when I embraced these lines I read,
I embraced life.

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8.7.16



{Rahab got her name etched in history (Matthew 1:5) by this act of faith. She is one of the four women mentioned, in whose line Lord Jesus Christ took birth}
{Her story is found in the book of Joshua 2 and Hebrews 11: 30,31}

Premium Member Acts of Faith

Each day begins as an act of faith.
We cross our thresholds and expect
That no cruel twist of fate
Will stay us from returning.

But the twists await us in their careless abundance,
Well we know, in our hearts, that one day
There'll be no more coming home again.

For many it goes this way with love.
Love parts, returns, then parts again
Through all the shifts and flux of living,
Oftentimes traveling a little farther out,
Returning a little later
With every passing day, until one day, almost unnoticed
It comes not home at all.

Mate

When you feel your pockets empty
and your stomach treats you cruel,
someone will read beyond your eyes
and see the proudest fool.

I met him somewhere in the past,
when he was passing through,
I can’t forget the act of faith,   
and what someone chose to do.

Maybe someday the wheel will turn,
he'll be where I now be.
I'll be picking out a proud man’s face,
who once was fair to me.


When I See the Blood-..

A lamb without blemish blood sacrifice must be,
On the door post every Israelite the blood plan to see,
The death angel will pass on a journey through.
 And when I see the blood I will pass over you. 

The lord God had spoken, wasn’t nothing new
Yet as the death angels pass many first born were slew.
The Israelites obeyed not knowing the time is due
And when I see the blood I will pass over you. 

The blood of sheep, or goat, no longer atone,
Jesus came on the scene and bore the cross alone.
It’s a simple act of faith, believing God’s word is true.
And when I see the blood I will pass over you.

Thank God for the blood that gives us the power,
Praise to God almighty, each minute of every hour.
If it wasn’t for the blood we would still be sad and blue,
And when I see the blood I will pass over you. 

Sweat drops of blood from his body fell
A token for our sins, a redemption story to tell,
To be salt and light in this dark world below
And when I see the blood I will pass over you 

Exodus 12:13
© Abraham L  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Freedom of Faith

To be human
Man’s response to Eternal God by faith must be free
Therefore nobody is to be forced to embrace the faith against his will
The act of faith is on its very nature a free act
Eternal God calls men to serve Him in spirit and in truth
Consequently
They are bound to him in conscience
But not coerced
This fact received its fullest manifestation in Father Christ Jesus
Indeed
Father Christ invited people to faith and conversion
But never coerced them
For he bore witness to the truth but refused to use force
To impose it on those who spoke against it
His kingdom
Grows by the love with which Father Christ
Lifted up on the cross
Draws men to Himself

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Premium Member Stepping Outside Ourelves

When trouble looms
We often turn inward
We’re grateful when others take us to medical appointments
Bring casseroles 

Provide job leads
Our prayers may focus on asking for faith
And Strength for ourselves

Yet when Jesus knew His time had come
He prayed not only for Himself
But for all of us
That Eternal God would continue to hold on us tight
We would continue to embrace Him

It is a stunning act of faith
Considering how a change in our lives
May affect those we love
To remember to pray for them as well

Stepping outside ourselves
In time of Personal crisis
May be our ultimate sacrifice


The Fervent Atheist

She left the tent in holy fervor,
Hell-bent to spread the Word.
The Spirit moved and made her quiver;
No act of faith was too absurd.

She knocked on doors, she spoke with zeal,
Her faith she shared in earnest.
There was no doubt God’s love is real:
His justice is the sternest.

I asked what other gods contend
For space inside her pretty head.
Might Yahweh, Allah or Shiva rend
The veil between gods ‘live and dead?

Do you beseech the Norse god Thor,
Once favored by the common folk?
The Son of Odin is heard no more.
What power broke that yoke?

For love there was an Aphrodite,
For war the Greek god Ares.
Athena’s wisdom eclipsed the mighty, 
As Apollo‘s virtues the Virgin Mary‘s.

Though long I queried with due respect,
She unyielding kept her patience.
“On Jesus only I reflect;
To Him I owe allegiance.”

One god only fills her life -
It severs her from me.
I trust in reason, yet love my wife
With faith in one less god than she.

Premium Member Unanswered Questions

Is there wisdom of the ages?
Thoughts many on ancient pages.
More than one interpretation.
Choose big bang or God's Creation!

For Julie-Michelle's contest "Unanswered Questions"

Many purport to know the answer however we lack eye witness account, so each belief requires an act of faith.

Laberinto

Este es tiempo de reposo para el alma 
porque no puede tragar tantos sentimientos, 
cerca de los treinta está el precipicio, 
es un acto de fe, todos lo sabemos, 
lo que haya o no al otro lado de la roca no importa 
porque todo lo que tienes que hacer es soportarte, 
en el buen sentido de la palabra 
sostenerte para no caer. 

Los años regalan la calma de todas las horas a muy bajo precio 
pero todos queremos robarla, 
se aprende a vivir cuando se es demasiado viejo para vivir 
y entonces se contempla la vida en otras vidas que aún no saben vivir:
ése es el juego. 

Yo me culpo por no haber sabido vivir 
ahora que abro los regalos.

                     Labyrinth*

This is a time of rest for the soul
because it can't swallow so many feelings,
around the age of thirty, we all stand at the edge of the precipice,
it's an act of faith, we all know, 
whatever might lie
-or might not-
at the other side of the wall,
it matters not
because all you have to do is stand yourself,
in the best sense of the word
to hold yourself and prevent the fall.

The years bring calm hours at a very low price
but we all want to steal them,
you learn to live when you are too old to live
and then you behold Life in other lives that have not yet learnt to.
That's the game.

I blame myself for not have known how to live,
now, 
while I open the presents.
   
*Translated by: María Elena Romero Lastra

Kairos

Human nature gets its share
in wrestling with the ideals,
principles or philosophy of man,
an uphill encounter, a process within.

  Beyond human reasoning,
  God apparently takes his place
  to make us aware that he reigns
  and propels us to draw towards him.
 
His message in manifold ways
stands to reason in biblical tone;
he sets the way and makes us mindful
of his enduring mercy and compassion.

  Treasured in the hearts of believers
  his great love and covenanted assurance
  that he is with us and involved in our lives
  like echoes or living letters in our midst.

In the wake of trials and difficulties,
runs across God’s wisdom in crooked lines;
deep and mysterious to keep in mind
like in relationship, scarred with blisters and pains.

  As a qorban  among the Jewish traditions
  draws the meaning it conveys to human struggles;
  in today’s world where divisions occur
  a gift of ourselves can answer the call.

It’s beyond external things though,
while we enflesh the ideals into the act of faith
God’s ways are profound, mysterious and divine
in his kairos that no one knows so much.

A Difference

We can make a difference

We can wallow in the feat
Where all souls meet
At the foot of the world by which to greet
In bitter silence to its door chime ring,

One can easily take heart or to what would sing;

From shadows glook of its tormented swoon
It would be at the addage of its peril
A safe place to emancipate,
The soul was erected by pious chimes;

In tombs tortured with flagrant rhymes/ Through a misfortune illumined amidst/ Shattered glass stained by bias accalades/ We can make a difference/ Fresh out of our store bought routine/ Out of curtains unleashed to swallow/ The world is filled with ghosts & demons/ Shaped by the imaginative solace screaming/ We can make a difference/ The trunk on the trees on which all branches grow/ The pen on the ink to make messages flow/We can make a difference/ With parts uncertain yet attainable/ Create/ The notion of a bridge of hope/ It's gap loosens for passengers to cross/ Reason must be supplimented by our creative imaginative & faith/ Reason is itself an act of faith!

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Reciprocity

Alone,
and riding its momentum 
out across the chasm
of an unreflecting void,
is Voyager,
its waning, hopeful beep
an act of faith; there lies within,
a particle of us--
ready to embrace the one
who looks inside.

It is a shell of nothingness
without a dream to nourish its long night,
a worthless orb of metal 
in a cold black sky,
hope thrown into a phantom alien hand
unseen, unguided, yet unknown to God,
a Flying Hollander condemned
to yet another seven year eternity.
Still not a journey,
no, not yet--a vanity,
until it meets its purposed end.

So, too, is love impossible,
a non-reality, a formula alone
until it is returned.
Like Voyager, its effort laudable,
like stick to fire, indifferent
until it's burned.
And he, without a lover
will not understand:
We do not fall in love--
we love, are loved;
create and are created--
know, and then are fully known.
             ~

A Life Time Promise

A life time promise:
The Rose speaks of love silently,in a language known only to the heart & soul.
No rose lives forever in this world,but blooms for eternity in our hearts and memories.
When two people join together
and bond their lives forever
because they are certain they have something special
that will make their commitment last
this is the first act of faith. Upon this act of faith these two people will build a life.and as long as their determination stays with them
this life will always be their hope, their dreams, their truth, their being, their inspiration,and their source of strength.
Through their life together, they will hurt and laugh.
Together they will feel all of life’s up and downs.
They will learn and grow through trial and error.
The lessons will show them the meaning of true love
And the difference between a love that lasts
and one that just gives up.
These two people will face each failure together and
discover the strength to go on.
They will encourage each other’s dreams and forgive each other’s faults.
Through a labour of love.
these two will become as one,
fighting against the odds and ultimately creating
a commitment that will grow into an infinite love.

I am with you Always 
As you hold me close in memory.
Even though we are apart,
My spirit will live on ,
There within your heart….
I  am with you Always
When you lean on trusted friends 
And their caring hugs enfold you,
Within their loving arms,
I will be there to hold you….
I am with you Always 
And Beyond the Far Horizons .
When we will finally be together.
Where love will be eternal.
And life will last forever.
I am with you Always.
By  Aliza Kashmala Kiran

Premium Member The Lean of Faith

I can’t stand aright my Lord!
All I want to do is fall.
These burdens Lord on me!
What can keep me through it all?

I cannot see the answers.
I’m a blind man on the way.
My only hope and refuge,
Is when I lean on you today.

Leaning is an act of faith.
I can’t see what’s holding me,
But in His presence I have known
The Holy Spirit’s deity.

I have no remedy or answers
For all the grief and pain in you,
But I know the arms of Jesus
Are strong enough to see us through.

When I am at my end,
I find new hope reborn;
When I am in the Lean of Faith,
I’m held till I am Home.
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On Gods Assignment

What to walk along
Beside me side by side
Where life is a Primrose
We are walking along
    Primrose Path
       -----
I pledge to Thee all
      My wisdom
With Proclamation
    And Blessing
        ---
I vow life
Ever-lasting'
     Eternal
This is not an
     Infernal
   ------
I owe it to you all
To answer the Call
An act of faith
To help resurrect
    This place
To save man-kind
The Human Race
     -----
Thee I, do pledge
Proof beyond belief
To serve out all my days'
As Commander And Chief'
With wisdom and care
In such caring ways'
     ------
I surrender my all
To remember the Call
     -----l
The next time I see you
Their will be justice
          -And-
Freedom for all
Thou shall treasure it all
In the name of GOD
Amen

                GF

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