Best Faithangel Poems
On a window sill
sits an angel watching
seeing us all pray
as we hold hands together
the angel fly's to Heaven.
“Yeah, all the way. No ride, no bus, just walkin’. I can’t quit till I give you your
message, and finish drawing this sand script so you’ll know I’m not lying.” I was shocked
by what he was telling me. I looked around half expecting to see one of my neighbors come
out laughing and pointing and shouting “HA! You’ve been punked!” but no one was around;
just he and I alone. The man began to speak, and this is truly what he said, “You’ve had a
hard road to hoe, and life hasn’t always been fair in your eyes. But your angel wants me
to tell you not to give up. You’re finally on the right path. And he’s proud of you.”
“He’s a he?” I asked, stupidly. “Yes, he’s a he (as if I’d just asked the lamest question
of all time), now will you let me finish?” “Okay, I’m sorry, I’m just not used to men
drawing angels and giving me a message.” The man stopped what he was doing, and looked up
at me. The look on his face was as if he was thinking “If I had a quarter for each time I
heard that…”, but he said nothing. He went back to drawing, and was working on the detail
of the face and neck, drawing an outline of the shirt collar, and then back to the face.
I knew this picture, but I couldn’t tell who it was, I kept thinking it must be a famous
person, why was it so familiar? “Your angel wants you to know, you’re not alone, he’s been
with you forever—since you were pretty much born. He’s sorry he left when he did, he knows
you needed him.” I just listened now, “You lost him when you were about 12, and life got
rough on you. He was there watching, and protecting you best he could.” I was stunned; I
could see who the face was now. Then the man stood up, and placed his hand on my shoulder.
He said these words, “He says to tell you, don’t be worried about buying that house,
you’ll grow old in it, and even though the world seems bleak, you’re going to make it. He
says you need to hear that, because he says you’re going to have a heart attack if you
don’t quit worrying.”
The Fallen Angel.
by Cate Rock
Rain falls rapidly upon a pale white face,
hair dripping, soaked in rain, and her ominous pain.
A small shapeless girl, with an upturned face,
a faithless little angel who's fallen from grace.
Her weight shifted from the one side to another,
no force in the world could push her any further.
The universe turned away,
as this young soul prayed...
"Father in heaven, forgive my pain.
Take my words for value,
and let my wings be what I regain.
Love me, my King like I love you,
help me, my God, see my side at my view!"
The worlds' cheek turned,
her wings never to be re earned.
Misguided angel falls to her knees,
misguided heart is for witch Satan feeds.
Angel in the rain, her soaked loyalty fades,
as the dark's plan starts and braids,
unfolding into a meaningless maze...
Submission date : 2009-12-23
When this life is over and this world has passed away
I'll be singing with the angel choir in God's kingdom where I'll stay.
No more wondering if I'll eat today or where I'll lay my head.
I'll be dining at God's table with a soft cloud for my bed.
No more boxcars, bridges or jail cells, no more heartache, tears or pain.
Just singing with the angels as we praise God's Holy Name.
Singing with the angel choir, that's where I long to be
Praising the One who forgave me and set my spirit free.
Today, is the Passover , it comes at early eve,
How the angel of death, fulfilled destiny.
Moses let Pharaoh be the judge,
A Spiritual finger giving Him a nudge.
Israel was saved that fateful night,
To show Pharaoh God's awesome might.
Stay in, put blood over your door.
So the Angel of death, not to fear Him anymore.
As we celebrate our Lord's amazing feat,
We listen to Him, about what we eat.
Unleavened bread, as His Spiritual way,
We are thankful for this God given day.
A way to pray, thankful for His blessings,
The angel went by, As Egypt mourned, this I'm guessing.
A sign to our Lord, that we servants through and through,
Humbly standing in awe, as the angel of death didn't come for me or you.
" Angels kind of love"
Angels do excist, and their no demons in heaven,
leaves us walking in hell.
Just remember evil only lives
If it lives in you.
They excist to remind us of divinity we all share.
So I start Like this I can't help but to persist. And insist
intuition is stronger than words tell
And to love is to know to understand.
The angel of love or goddess
Of such it lights the heavens
Is pure living poetry and the hottest star in the sky
Divine love is used to bring
More love to breathing life
And independent soul now more
Strong independent but created to bring life to those
shrouded in self dout. Sickness and put out.
The truth of it is love is ment to be given. And shared
among those
Who feel they can get a angel
Then fear of loosing steal her halo
That halo ain't just a hat
But her wings will carry her
When the time comes for her time to enjoy selfless
love and her halo
Was Always inside her.
It is lighting a path on earth
For a angel among man
Who's task Was kindness among greed, and gluttony
And the weakness of loosing all he had
Fell to dark and tho he tried
A light from an angel
Kept my heart alive.
Form:
How do you treat the angel
that guards you every day?
Do your actions make him happy,
or does he turn his face away?
Is he glad to be there
hovering at your side?
Or is guarding you a hardship
that wounds his angel pride?
Angels are all around us.
They know everything we do.
What will your angel tell the Lord
when your time on earth is through?
Angels, where are the angels? they say,
What is the world coming to ,they say,
Everyone is searching for some miracle.
Miracles…oh! You pathetic man,
Why waste your time in searching
For miracles and angels.
Just look within you
There he lives the angel of your soul.
He is true and pure,
And so helpless.
His space is shared with the Devil.
The devil who is more powerful,
It is he who is with you
On your path of life.
You fight and you tease
You kill and you cheat
Each time along with him
But there are moments
Moments when you are alone
In the dark of the night
When the angels knock at your door
And it is in your heart that you find
The angel with purity and truth
Waiting, waiting for you to help him out
You’re ashamed and you’re sad
And you pledge to let him out in the morning
But when it is dawn
The first thing you do
Is lie to yourself in front of the mirror
Then you lie to your wife
And then to your boss
And then it goes on…
By and by you choke the angels
To death within yourself
And then spend the rest of your life
Looking for the angel
Searching for the miracle
I met an angel the other day,
He came upon me as I knelt and prayed.
A vision from our Father above,
Telling me about His mercy and His devotional love.
The angel said to me' "You're learning my son.
Keep up your studies of the Lords words, and learn where you came from.
Spiritual writing is your projected path,
Be fearful of God and His wrath."
"I'm trying to understand," I said.
"What's God's purpose is for me, this is what I've read."
"Fear of God, is a healthy first sign,
And wisdom, love, faith are right behind.
The angel smiled and I saw his eyes gleam,
"Search spiritually, understand all is not what it seems.
You realizing that you are sinner, and salvation is from Jesus,
His love, teachings, and compassion is for you like gemstones, very precious."
"You've been blessed with the Holy Spirit,
If you listen closely, you'll be able to hear it.
Continue in your search, the door will be opened,
For you to be saved, earning the right to enter His Kingdom.
He disappeared then, I continued in my prayers,
Was it a vision, a dream? I thought, I really did care.
The Lord works in mysterious ways, this I do know,
My salvation, my path is spiritually through Jesus, because I love Him so.
God sends us miracles each day,
And we don’t often know it
It’s a miracle I can write a line
Or call myself a poet.
God has his eye and hand always
Upon the planet Earth.
There is no greater miracle
Than the miracle of birth.
Who guided Dad to meet my mom
And take her as his wife?
They were born many states apart.
Yet those two gave me life.
I’d like to say I’ve met Him
And have looked upon His scars.
But truly I need no more proof than
To have seen the moon and stars.
I had that perfect moment
I told you of before.
When I think an angel touched me
I’ve remembered it ever more.
Knowing an angel was watching over
The small child of long ago
Has comforted me through all these years.
One’s watching still I know.
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