Best Christian Religion Poems
Good Friday
Nailed to the cross
you all say it was a good Friday
It was not for me
my blood mocked by soldiers
nor was it good for you
you haven't learned
in ten thousand seasons
there is no Lord
only things you do not know
you claim glory
a bankrupt human emotion
I told you no to religion
you made me one
you will kill each other
to say I am love
You are nothing more than a simulation
in my child's bedroom
You are less than ants
in the scheme
of the universe
Orthodox Russians
Raging genocide
when will you learn?
Born again Christian, imagine that!? She found Christ at the laundry mat..
He appeared some where between rinse and spin and now he definitely resides with in..
She no longer drinks. She no longer smokes. She doesn't hang out with unsavory folks..
Reading the scripture several times each day, she falls to her knees whenever she prays..
This new found faith she keeps reposed while she sorts thru the whites and her other clothes..
She holds it close, intent to capture and quietly awaits the coming rapture..
scratch, scratch
strike a match
throw it in
and burn the batch
lies, lies
an orphan cries
loveless words
made to despise
scare, flare
from here to there
likely tale
that goes nowhere
books, cooks
bishops, rooks
games played now
by saints and crooks
lies, flies
a prophet dies
holy writ
as moon star rise
reason, season
almost treason
heralding in
a winter season
lies, lies
death and flies
loveless beast
in light’s disguise
wake, shake
the sleeping snake
light and truth
reveals the fake
Oh, the Vespers!
The day is coming to a close.
And the Scriptures!
Can words our sins dispose?
And the Evening,
With my head so lowly bowed.
Those Bible Proverbs.
Will they clear away the cloud?
I've been knocking all night long,
But the Church's door is closed.
I look through a crystal window.
I see the followers reposed.
I knock twice on the door,
Hoping for an invitation.
I only hear voices singing-
Singing "Jesus is Salvation".
I am knocking.
Please let a sinner in.
I knock louder,
And start prayful meditation.
The door opens,
But I see no people there.
Only a Bible on a pulpit
And the message becomes clear.
Tell Me, Who Do You Say That I Am
a face in the crowd
the one from behind the shroud
now beyond the clouds
Reciting prayers,
Body splayed across the floor,
Reaching for heaven.
Knees gnarled and bent,
Mouth calloused from oration,
Hands clasped tightly shut.
Passionless faith is,
Just ceaseless recitation,
Magic doomed to fade.
He was a man whose tongue held no lies,
For he was the direct descendant of our father in the heavenly skies.
Born to a body of fleshy sin,
Though what laid beneath was unlike the rest of his kin.
Jesus had the utmost grace,
Never being wavered by evils face.
He was wise beyond any years,
Performing miracles that would bring crowds to tears.
A beacon of light on top of a starless mountain,
Where words of wisdom poured out of him as if there ran a cosmic fountain.
His eyes pierced through you with a single glance,
Leaving even the most hardened individuals in quite the trance.
The holy spirit so ever majestically flowed inside this man,
Naturally people caught notice and became a fan.
Students began showing up from every mold,
When they heard his words their hearts were sold.
Wicked men put a price on Jesus's head,
He was wanted alive or dead.
Despite this he and his disciples continued their teachings,
Where on occasion they endured terrible beatings.
One of the twelve apostles turned to black,
No longer having Jesus's back.
Judas Iscariot had done Satan's bidding,
And it is in hell where he now is sitting.
Jesus died on the cross to pay for our shortcoming,
However don't be saddened for if you believe in him you will see him at your homecoming.
There he sits at the right hand of God's throne,
Being the voice of truth and love that we all have known.
The sanctuary is alive
With feelings light
Divine and bright as the
Dawn with its lemon
Sunshine smiling
Heaven must be alive
With feelings soft
Caressing hearts with bliss
Brilliant joy falling all around
Like a summer rain
Church is surely alive
With feelings inside
Whispering prayers and praise
Through silence singing
Sweetly, a breath
Sunday feels alive
With grace and blessings
Sensations so fulfilling
I know my heart is healing
Through grace so thrilling
God gives us the day
To honor our Creator
To give back some time
Praising Him for the many
Blessings He reigns down
God is alive
In my heart, He does thrive
I know I won’t survive
Unless I strive
To be alive, like Him
He is my light
I praise Him day and night
I give Him my life
To alter as He sees need
To bring me everlasting peace
Hebrews 10:25
King James Version
25 Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much the more, as ye see the day approaching.
church house of God
hell house of Satan
which one would you visit?
Day of Sweet repose
It is I you chose
To catch verily
oh so merrily
A glimpse of glory
To tell of you a story
How privileged I must be
That you have chosen me
So bless the lord
For revealing in His word
Your inexpressible beauty
That carries His children to unity
Bless the Lord, oh my soul
For after my troubles into you I roll
And you bask me in your enormity
Preparing my heart for eternity
To set apart time for my heavenly Father
To spend time with every sister and brother
Father Christ called apostles
Be His collaborators
They were His eye witnesses
Apostles are priests and teachers
Holds fast their tradition
Governed by their successors
Successor was first pope, St. Peter
To now 2013, Pope Francis,
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When the darkness dies
with every morning sunrise
always the truth remains
When the murky skies
of deception and lies
are made clear by winds of levity
Then all the smoggy hate dissipates,
and every foul injustice abates,
but the truth will still remain
O marvelous light
O wondrous wind,
cleanse the earth with truth
as always, as often
When the rain begins
to wash away the mire of sin,
only the truth shall remain
When the fire mountain awakes
to burn away all hardened hearts,
the igneous Rock of truth remains
O glorious rain
O purifying fire,
cleanse the earth with truth
as often as you desire
Let the tree of Zion take root,
and let her branches spread wide,
everywhere on the face of the earth
Let the sweet truth in her fruit,
and the medicinal truth in her leaves,
be tasted freely by all at the sacred rebirth
It is an evil world we live in, it is darker than you think.
The demons of this lifetime are alive and well just as they
have been for numerous years.
Blinded by the day's business, good people are often in denial
and forget that the evil is here. Though present during the day
it is magnified at night.
Woe to us to be so engulfed in our own, often difficult lives
filled with both joys and sorrows, that we don't see the
spiritual battle over God's children... a battle between God's
angelic forces and Satan's slick and evil minions. This entire fact
is not some sort of fiction but very real.
The demons invade some unaware humans. Blindness to our
own vulnerability can often result from our lack of awareness
and listening to too many lies.
Witchcraft is real and vampires who drink blood and kill are so
very much alive, their human shell would be just a memory if it
were up to this world's dark prince, master of this realm.
So whose side are you on? This side of self-awareness,
choosing the life with God who offers blissful and eternal rewards
or do you belong to Satan intentionally or unawares?
Do you belong to him as he sucks the life, blood and soul out
of yours and other human skins?
Make sure the path that you stay on is the one that really
makes you happy, fulfilled and content. Because the road is
wide like a huge open jaw and without God's truth in
your life, the fiery pit is waiting for you.
If you enjoy being the devil's killing fields so that he can
have his way, then by all means stay with the great liar
and lover of this evil world... as for me, I always want to live in
God's bright and loving place.
by S.E. Clark
You Are My Saviour
You are my Saviour, my Lord and my Friend
My guide, my Redeemer on whom I depend
You died in the open, nailed to that tree
Battered and bleeding you were crying for me.
How did you know Lord, how did you see
That the gift of your life would set all sinners free
I kneel at your alter, take bread and wine,
In awe of your glory, time after time.
You are my Saviour, my Lord and my Friend,
My guide, my redeemer through to life’s end,
I cry for your suffering and for your pain,
But know if he asked, you would do it again.
Praise to the Farther, and to his Son,
The Holy Spirit, the three in one,
You are my Saviour, my Lord and my Friend
The light of the world, forever Amen.
The Contract
For I am the Lord, you are born into my land.
For I am the Lord, I'll covenant you and protect
you with an open mind and soft hand.
For I am the shepherd, and you are my lamb.
If you follow me I will protect you from the sins of man.
For I am your lamb, I praise you with one voice,
and I raise my hands in glorious honor for you are my father.
For I am your lamb,
I will tell your story in great detail and tremendous glory.
For I am your father,
I will show you love and compassion forever,
for I am your child,
I promise to follow your commandments to the letter forever..
By
Rowdy
Yates