Best Disciple Poems

At the feet of the Master there sat a disciple,
Looking straight to the eyes, learning the truth what lies;
Oh! The word from the Master where none can give,
The wisdom that discern, with the truth to live;
A teacher is he that show the right path for...

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A fragrant flower left by the glamorous gods
For me to praise and panoramically ponder
A monolithic maiden rising from the pods
As each day my hopes grow fanatically fonder

Within the day she is the shimmering summer sun
Within the night she is the mated magnetic moon
Oh the wishful...

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The heavens glitter as trillions
of eternal stars crown the night.
And this bejeweled tiara;
twinkles, glints, and sparkles with light.

A gilded Moon reveals Her face;
the Goddess of enchanted beams.
And I dismiss rules and logic;
in favor of magic and dreams.

Safe in my bed, sleep severs strings;
allowing for untethered...

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I am only the disciple
I follow my master's orders

I cry if he wants
I smile if he wants
I am sad if he wants
I am angry if he wants

Am at his orders
down his feet
the slave I am
and I am happy to be one

He who is up there
plays...

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There was a man named John
who became Jesus best friend
he followed his pathway
going through every twist and bend

John left his father Zebedee
to follow the Jesus way
he went with Peter and James to Gethsemane
there to see Jesus go to pray

John’s mother was Salome
who requested John to...

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Father Christ Jesus listeners often got swept by His charismatic manner
Blurted their intention to follow Him
That does not mean they were ready to be true disciples of Father Christ Jesus
In this Gospel story
A man wanted to follow Father Christ but was deflated (let down) when...

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Disciplined in doing God's will is the dedicated disciple*
Imparted with wisdom toward prudent influence
Striving to be like His Master according to Scriptures
Compassionate and caring through Christ's clemency
Instilled with virtues by the Holy Spirit's illumination
Prayerful, faith-propped upon the Providence power
Led with love while learning and living...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Disciple
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  October/2014


I am
a living
Spirit,

from the
infinite 
sky -

I stand
in 
Solitude,

and
Holy Peace,

between
the 
spaces,
of 
time -

I Am that
 "Gap"

between
a
sunbeam

of
rays -

I Am
the hush
of
silence,

that lull
In 
the storm -

I Am
the pulse
and
flow

of 
rolling rivers,

that run
to wed

the
Infinite Sea -

My Heart
 and
Soul,

surrender 
to 
the breath

of the 
Great Spirit -

I walk
in 
the light,

of His
Divine
illumination,

that beams
out
from 
heaven.

I AM

a
Disciple,

a 
Messenger, 

from
the 
Most High -

 A living
Spirit,

Sent here
from
the Universe -...

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A disciple put's 
       His attributes'
Into action and
    His thing's
Into a power 
          - Of -
      Commission
     ...

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He is truth, his wisdom is good,
Learning breaks very hard wood.
Motherhood of his ever gives love,
Fatherhood is lovely, trust is glove.
Before him I do nod,
I am disciple of God.

I feel truth is in point he is ocean,
By his command time is in motion.
Lotion of his...

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Lean on one pressed between two
 Draw history better than me and you
  Blood and bone
   Never works alone
     Say with no sound
      Mark steps on flesh and ground
    ...

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A Disciple puts'
           His 
Attributes' into action
     And his things'
Into a power of commission'
       But, a
Missing disciple
    A plain man
Of God persistently
Turn's...

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Though live ,no one cares to see.
 For I am the shadow to be . 
  Always around . 
   Never in sky, just on ground . 
    A light shade .
     Ready to vanish...

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Christ is the water and bread of life,
Poured out and broken for us to take part.
Everything denotes His love,
His perfect sacrifice for us.

His soul He offered unto God,
His life He surrendered on the cross.
He is the Christ, our exaltation prize,
Kind Savior and Redeemer mild.

His healing...

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Is it wrong to think of Christ as ludicrous?
Did he laugh at jokes, and smile, 
and sing hearty songs 
and need to brush his teeth?
Was he not made like us, save for sin? 

It is after Easter,
and though I have nothing yet, 
he has caught...

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