Best Faithdeath Poems
“Greater is He That is Within Me”
Greater is He that is within me,
Than he that is within the world,
Greater than all the skies, land and sea,
Great is my Lord, great is His Word!
Greater is He that is within me,
Praise to my Savior, how great is His name,
Who was, is and always shall be,
Beyond all wealth, fortune or fame.
Greater is He that is within me,
Because Christ’s death and resurrection,
A soul undeserved, am forgiven by Thee,
To Christ my praise, my affection.
Greater is He that is within me,
Who breathes me life, I live for Him,
My soul is blessed for Christ lives in me,
Who has delivered me from death and sin.
Greater is He that is within me,
Once lost, now found, through grace alone,
Because Christ has risen, I now am free,
Oh praise His name to Glory’s throne.
Greater is He that is within me,
The giver of life and all that abounds,
The Living Water to all who are thirsty,
Glory to God, all creation resounds.
Greater is He that is within me,
Who forgives me for all my trespasses,
Who delivers my soul and sets me free,
Beyond my understanding, His peace surpasses.
Greater is He that is within me,
Than left to myself, me, or I,
For me, a sinner, He gives eternity,
When my heart surrenders to God on high.
Greater is He that is within me,
He resides in my heart each day and night,
To believe, I don’t have to see,
“For we walk by faith, not by sight.”
Greater is He than is within me,
Than he that is within the world,
To all who believe in what they can’t see,
The gift of salvation unfurled.
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
Easter felicitations to everybody
Calvary greetings to the brethren
Greetings from him who journeyed to the cross
Greetings from him whose blood was shed
Calvary greetings from the throne of grace.
The blood of the lamb who was sacrificed
The blood of him who is spotless of sins
An atonement for the sins of all mankind
For our sake he went to the tree on Calvary
For our salvation he was crucified on the cross.
We celebrate his death and resurrection
By his death our sins were washed away
By his resurrection eternal life is given
He so loved the world that he gave his life
For this he came down from his throne.
He was reproached and humiliated though Innocent
He was forsaken to the cross by his own
Nails piercing his hands and feet to the cross
In his pains he was cajoled and ridiculed
With passion and love he bore a shameful death.
His bodily temple destroyed and he was buried
Death he defeated and rose after three days
He ascended into heaven and sent us a comforter
The risen Christ is alive yes Christ lives forever
At Easter we rejoice and commemorate his Victory.
Shui
Nimrod was the original Pagan
the lies continued with Semiramis his mom
told the people that she was the queen of heaven
unto this very day
this war against heaven rages on
largely in part by false christianty
and all those who weep for Tammuz
few know the truth
and every sin is a battle lost
my Lord's patience endures
as the cycle of mankind continues
and can you see it my freind
white, red, black, and pale
the four horemen
false religion, war, death and hell
again and again
nations rise and fall
raise children and blend
as the everlasting discerns his faithful
until the very end
while keeping the promises that he made
to Isreal, Judah, and Abraham
understand
for him life and death is an illusion
for some he will raise up to live again
and some will fall once more
good God have mercy upon us
for our worlds prince is the father of sin
and some will fall once more
for it seems the gnashing jaws of death
lurk behind every door
and everybody dies
but some will rise
just like my Lord
so say not, 'this is my life'
for such an attitude leaves no room to grow
and say not, 'I have but one life to live'
for we really do not know
plant the seeds of life
then water them that they might grow
and show love and patience
towards everyone that you know
edify who you can
whisper lightnigs hot and cold
while watching and discerning the evidince
the words of life
coupled with the prophecies of old
The Peoples Poet
I want to be the people’s Poet
and have the whole world know it
I want to be forever young
Live to speak every native tongue
Live in a world that transcends both race and creed
Rid the world of man’s envy his greed
Until the last mouth standing has its feed
Why does any man bleed
Why should anyone need
For God’s sake why doesn't anyone lead
I don’t know where were going
There’s no earthly way of knowing
Because Humanity shows no signs of growing
Yet we believe heaven is glowing
In death we get to meet the all knowing
You’d think that we would live our lives well
So we'd have wonderous tales to tell
For creations 9 months maternity
In Death we live for all eternity !
WHAT I SAW
What I saw when I beheld
The Lamb who for men was slain;
Was a Man I can’t describe
But which I will try
So your hunger is stirred.
He was clothed in whiteness
His clothes were soaked in brightness
He looked and I saw fiery eyeballs
He spoke and I heard many waters.
He walked and His glory filled the air
I tried to smell and then I was lost
I came back and I beheld
Him sitting on a throne no man had made.
I was moved to tears when I saw Him there
Shinning so brightly against my darkness
But when in shame I turned to leave
I beheld the Lamb in a form like me.
‘Why so sad?’ He said to me. I said to Him
‘Thou art purer than to behold me
For I was born and bred in sin’
This was my plight, I did concede.
‘Look!’ Jesus said and I saw the Cross
And weird to me, I hung upon the Cross
It was me who wore the crown of thorns
And me whose death was doubted by the thrust.
I saw some more and I saw Joseph
Clan and wrap me up in white lining
And laid me in his tomb to rest
Rest from my death on the Cross.
I was shocked as I saw the power
That came from Heaven and resurrected me
And when I awoke, I turned and looked
And from the Lamb’s bosom, I smiled at me.
‘See’ He said ‘My younger bro
You are dead and freed from sin
Therefore feel free to talk to Me
For am I any better than My righteous brother?’
Bearer of good news and of her choice
Friend of my Mother
How sweet the sound of your voice
You, who serves no other
Than the One who knows the time
Of when the death angel’s wings will no longer shudder
Of when all the saints shall forever dine
How silent and deafening your horn
To the ears of God’s children, to mine
Your blasts are for the sinner forlorn
Will I finally hear you play?
Have you been the one guarding me since I was born?
Will the gray angel take my spirit to a dark lake to lay?
Will this be how I meet your heavenly companion?
Will it be in my sleep or when I travel through my day?
Or will I lose my life to death a champion?
I beg thee
Protect me from the demon.
Pray for me
That I may be crowned with a holy death
Pray to the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit, all three
So that I may dwell where not a tear is left
In the house of the Lord, where there is joyful laughter
And all is illuminated without a Sun and Love is breath
Pray that the Lord and I will be together
Pray for me beside our lady, pray close to Mother.
I look through myself
Deep within
Trying to find the answer
Why I pity them
These mindless souls
A path clearly layed out for them
They are brainwashed zombies
Unknowing
Unwilling
Unable to witness the truth
But we the few remain
Us, the ones with our own brain
We stand
We fight
We resist the death grip
We are the ones in the crowd
The ones with our head up proud
As people walk by
They wonder why
We are like this
We are like that
They call us outcasts
But in my mind
I think of us all as something truly divine
Because I escaped
I know what it feels like not to hide
Yet to this day
I don’t know why
People chose to hide and lie
I’ll never know how they do it
Is it because of the firm grip?
The one that won’t let you slip?
Is it really that hard to escape the horrible grip
This grip, the death grip
The one of the wretched...
GRIEF IN HOPE
God has declared His righteousness
Among the nations
He is not double mouthed or hearted
He has said that the wages of sin is death.
Jesus, God’s Son, pure and righteous,
Offered up Himself for us in death
This He did and satisfied
Fully, God’s righteous anger
So now in Jesus we have redemption
For through His death we are justified.
Now God is no longer angry at us
But He requires repentance
An acknowledgement that we have sinned
And being justified, to ask-
A plea for divine mercy.
This is all that stands in the gap
Of total restoration from death to life
We have been bought and paid for fully
But still we struggle to remain enslaved.
This is the hope God has in us
That we all would come to repentance
But this is the grief in this hope
That man been free remains in chains
Refusing to surrender to
The Emancipation ‘Proclammator’.
Believe therefore and plough your hearts
The deed is done
The door is open
Why not walk in and claim the prize
Of those who surrendered and did the will
Of Him who ‘swallowed the bullet’ for us?
How sweet it is to be blessed,
To follow the Lord and Savior Jesus.
Through Him our iniquities are conquered,
And death has no longer control, it's put under.
The Passion that Jesus suffered through,
to cleanse our sins, pay a debt, it's for me and you.
A gift from our Father, to be spiritually saved,
Given to this nation, the Home of the Brave.
We are descendants of the chosen race,
A lost tribe, giving blessings with total abundance.
A gentile nation saved, in a far away distant land,
Trusting in God and Jesus, we totally understand.
Oh' How our Savior Son's must have suffered,
Whipped, scorned, tormented, like no other.
Forgive them He asked on the cross, "forgive them Father,
They do not know what they've done, these I have gathered."
A flock blinded by Satan, soon now they'll be seeing,
That I'm the Lord's Son, a gift to humanity, a true blessing.
God was very pleased, His Son's mission complete,
Sin and death conquered, not a simple feat.
We marvel at Jesus"s forgiveness, and compassion,
To surrender to death and fulfill the resurrection.
He is now sitting at the right hand of the Father'
Judging the nations, on the things that really matter.
God is proud of His only Son,
He conquered death, and he was born, died, and was risen,
To judge nations in the great tribulation,
A time of great rejoicing, a happy blessed nation.
God has blessed our great and free nation,
Now and for future generations.
We will get through this final war with Satan.
Christians will be saved, and we will enter His eternal Kingdom.
Perfection and Men
Abraham lived obediently; God’s favor, right choices bought.
From Sodom, nephew, Lot, was brought; righteous ones sought were not.
Sodom and Gomorrah to death were laid; sinful ways delayed.
Abraham, and his family blessed lived God’s goodly ways.
Noah, a righteous man of God, heeded the Father’s will.
He built an ark of gopher wood; though mockery was shrill.
Everywhere the land was dry and there was no rain in sight.
Steadfastly, he and his sons worked with never ending might.
Job, a man of ancient days, he the devil did withstand.
And learned to live life perfectly blessed by God above men.
Satan came with dreadful days; stripped him of every song.
Job suffered all manner of ills; his faith in God stayed strong.
Perfection of a life ill trod may seem forever gone.
A harlot, once not stoned by man, sang, repented of wrong.
“Go and sin no more.” Christ said, as He helped her to her feet.
Hopefulness given directions, perfection her entreat.
Jesus Christ, the Son of God was the Savior of the world.
He sacrificed His will to God; His perfection unfurled.
Silently with no ill thoughts He received the plight for sin.
Bonds of death could not contain His eternal gift to men.
Amen
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 30, 2009