Best Faithgiving Poems


Land of Milk and Honey'

Oh' The luxury to have plenty of money,
To be able to buy things, and live in the land of milk and honey.
Sometimes as Christians we feel that way, we sometimes get selfish.
I think as humans we should be careful for what we wish.

So a fleeting thought can cause us to burn,
In faith searching for our Spiritual Father we are allowed to learn.
At the end of our human lives we realize we can't take gold, rubies to eternity.
What Good is fortune? If not used right, and die horribly Spiritually?

The blessings of our Lord and Father, whatever is given to you and me.
Should be sufficient. He has given us His love and wisdom, don't you see?
The love of the gifts, the ones He's deemed for all of our families,
Is worth more than gold, or any treasures, He has blessed us all Spiritually.

His blessings, giving us the knowledge of love, wisdom, to make us better seeds.
Helping others, sharing truths, making Him known is our mission don't you see'
The Holy Spirit's breath, given to us from our Father, we should always treasure.
Making our Father, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit known in this devils world, is truly a 
pleasure.

The Holy Bible says, "Seek, you'll find." "Look and you'll see."
No matter what' Our Fathers truth is right in front of us, for you and me.
We are children of a mighty God, that's simple, never to be sad or blue.
It's amazing giving to us freely, a message from the Father, for all , for me , and for 
you.

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Sometimes I think, what if I'm wrong. Everything 
nowadays seems like vanity even I have my days where I 
can't stand me, looking back on my life like daylight 
savings I still live with no regrets hell I can't save it, I'm 
inconsistent with women in the past I gave my all too, but 
I can't help myself its who I am and what I always do, but 
after so many failed attempts its got me thinking,  
wondering will I ever get the same in return so as I take a 
glimpse into the near future, what if what I'm asking for 
will never happen, we live in a world where everybody 
gives their all too hate don't give enough to love, single 
parent homes without children that miss out on kisses & 
hugs. So on the quest with what I'm searching for its got 
me wondering maybe I'm just impatient tired of waiting 
tired of giving and I don't get, tired of bending over 
backwards for love and the same im giving out I don't get 
I'm their addiction this all of me that I give is their next fix 
but I'm the one who got his emotions caught up in the 
mix I'm sick...but I can't help it but I'm also helpless to 
give love unconditionally so freely is a selfless act but 
when will it be my turn to get that same feeling back...
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