Best Faithbody Poems
Shivers fall threw my body in oz
The doors were once thought to have locks
The unreachable stays in the distance
Scripts my peers had once written are now in the trash
Who are you to tell me who to be? How to act?
Im my own person, and ill do as I please.
What was once stopping me? Fear.
Fear of hate, lost love, and falling for bait.
Fear of disaprovement, disfunction, and unacception.
We were raised and taught on fear.
Who are we trying to impress?
We are digging ourselves a hole, and loosing the directions out.
In over our heads, because of the publics view on how life should be lived.
Manicured nails, fake hair, tight jeans.
They say when you die,
your life flashes before your eyes.
Your prada pants and brittany perfume arnt what your going to see.
The moments shared, the tears shed,
the first night you spent with him in bed.
Shivers fall thew my body in oz,
As I realise, fear is there, but not as an obsticle, as a goal.
Sure, ill get knocked down a few times
and maybe loose the energy to stand up
But at the end of every storm, theres sunshine.
So pick yourself up and smell the fresh air
Because you only have one life, so why not live it without dispair?
God words are piercing through the heart of man
Calling them out from there darken den.
God as given us a special fan
Jesus Christ
Who paid the price?
He cried in pain
His blood on earth, a graceful stain.
Underline Jesus name
Through his wonderful image we are well framed
The blinded world did seek
Beneath there feet they could not crush the weak
Upon his back are the spiteful beads.
Aside his body is the hidden spear
Upon his head are the thorns of stations
In his hand toward his wrist are the scars of many nations
Upon his shoulder he carried the burden of sin
From beginning to end in Him we can win
Every pint of blood from His body drop
To nurtured the earth crop.
Through his blood was found purity
Streaming all the way through Jeru'' city
On mount Calvary he was sacrificed
While the roman lay to play their dice
Not knowing the time
That he paid for their crime
Has the angel prepare there trumpet and voices
Knowing that Jesus made a perfect choice.
Being raised from the dead, the heaven and the earth all rejoice.
The tears from God own eyes fell on earth
It shook all the territorial turf
Even The unknown deepest region
Humiliating the devil and his legion.
Know thy fate
Before it’s too late
His name is great
Jesus Christ crown of glory
Knows your story
Why are you worried?
His calling your name
He will make you is greatest fame.
by Stanley Jean Jacques
As the waves rush over
crashing down whatever is in its path
So do the things of this world
crash down, bruising and tearing my life
I struggle to get to calmer waters
only to be drug out again with the tide
Weak I grow with each attempt
growing so tired, my body becomes limp
Then like a mighty RAGE beneath me
I am thrown to shore where it is safe
My body battered and torn by the experience
shaky and trembling, I lay there to rest
Through the bleak coldness of the night
shelter is given me, by what I see not
Humbly I accept it, gratefully I cherish it
like a warm blanket made just for me
As the sun rises, and the sand warms
life returns to my soul and body
Strength builds ... and hunger increases
I set out looking to satisfy my being
My hunger is not for food of this world
it seeks a more gratifying feast not found here
No, not anywhere of this world, but in the WORD
there my spirit feeds and replenishes my soul
O’ Lord, for if you had not raised me from the depths
I would have surely perished
Your loving arm reached down and pushed me to safety
Your love called life back to my body
In you I live, through you I love
by your hand I wish to serve
With you I walk, and because of you I am
Thank you, Lord, thank you
On a cliff I walk astride
A narrow path, trod and
Worn to mud, slippery
And fear in me sees
My body hit the rocks
Below with a fleshy
Bony thud! So I avoid!
On the street I walk behind
Some dodgy men that look
Suspect and fear in me sees
My body slumped in a dingy
Alley, my flesh and bones
Are wrecked! So I avoid!
On a bench inside a church
I see a crucifix hanging and
On it a man with thorns in
His head is pinned there
Languishing and fear in
Me sees my body scourged
And flesh and bones
Ravaged! So I avoid!