Best Faithhouse Poems
This my advice to self.
Stop lying to yourself.
The smiles betray the hurt that runs to deep.
You need to stand tall .
Stop becoming bitter even if its what your name means.
Always love, make it your motto.
Let this hatred of self-doubt and self direct lies disappear.
Because the hate will get you every time.
Always love yourself.
How can you tell this to everyone but yourself.
Loosen up and dance, feel the summer’s breeze.
God will forgive you if you let go.
Remember you dreams because they have died in your cave of reality, of every day.
Stop suffocating your spirit.
Let it run free with your dreams and believe.
Time won’t stand still for you.
We may always be destined to remember but never can we always go back and change time.
Step forward and give yourself room to sometimes fail.
Life is about mistakes and despair, otherwise how will you ever learn.
Be an example not an exception.
If you stop hurting yourself with this doubt .
Then you can stop the hurt for your children..
They are your future.
You have to learn to hurt and get over it.
This is God’s blessing.
So You may be able to apprecatie what is giving to you.
Mary , why do you hide and hurt.
Have you forgotten the love that fills your life everyday.
It may not be money, a nice house or a car.
But it is a house full of laughter.
Hugs and kisses at night.
Gratitude for being a wonderful mother and wife.
You let this hatred of doubt become your greatest fear.
It’s evilness has slowly killed your courage.
Believe in your faith and remember this is all part of God’s grander plan.
Forgive yourself for not being able to resolve life’s problems.
Instead emerge full of strength that guides you to always love yourself.
So many men,
building castles in the sand.
Surmounting the sky...
with the belief,
that they will never die.
A mortal man,
Can not build,
a fortress around his soul.
The tide will wash away,
All that you build...
Even on your longest day.
So,
Why does the pride of man,
Strive to break the soil of the land..
To build,
an empire that will surely rot?
I'd much rather have,
A shack on a rock,
than a castle in the sand.
I'd rather enjoy my life...
with the little I have,
knowing I lived all that I could.
Than end up battling the tides,
on my last day...
Only to lose a futile fight...
Losing my love to an ocean of night.
So,
Give me twigs and and rope..
I'll build a house of hope.
Give me leaves and hay,
I'll build a roof over our heads today.
A house of loving faith,
A house on a rock..
For he is my foundation...
My Lord, My salvation..
By James Kelley 2010©
The great mystery of the House of God
Within the aqua reverie of a facade
A choice He gives to us- of evil or good
All we ever do is divinely understood.
An apparition of Heaven held in a hand
Given by the Creator, for us to understand.
Glimpses of euphoria and merriment we envision
Heaven- the reward bestowed for the right decision
The great mystery of the House of God
Be worthy in this life; and at the Gate you'll get a nod.
There are but a few things He demands
You, alone, carry the power in your hands.
Honorable Mention in the "The Power in Your Hands" contest by
Carolyn Devonshire.
A. Green
He used to see the walking dead in his house for they were drawn to her,
They were the voices she heard drawn to her human chamber,
Now those spirits have left the house because they will always follow,
God seeks revenge by keeping them camped to something hollow.
Many of us have different beliefs or how things are given a view,
The bible says conversing with spirits give you the hell that is due,
My opinion on this matter is that God will encamp that at your door,
Mainly to settle things his own Godly way and too even the score.
Thou winter abode, my house amidst the snow,
I relish thy company with the many spruces and pines,
Simply beautiful and divine to see,
Miles and miles of white and green,
Exquisite to be viewed and appreciated,
Snowflakes fall, like fields of white cotton,
Each house touched by God's paintbrush,
The sidewalks cleared from the fresh snow,
Whereever I travel the sounds of silence can be heard,
I walk dressed for the warm weather without saying a word,
Icicles on the rooftops, uneven all the while clear and beautiful,
A distinct winter presence, God has created miraculously.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Been a little stressed these last few days, what a Jerk'
I have faith in our Father, so praying on it, I realize the Lord didn't fall short.
He has blessed me with the Holy Spirit's wisdom, and He let's me know He's their.
The house we wanted so badly, was given to us, Our Father answered our prayers.
We have a solid, faithful yearning to keep His works in our mind.
The house we sought, He found for us, Now all will be fine.
In these last fews days and weeks, He showed us His wisdom, starting us anew.
In our prayers we asked specifically for this home, Now it's a dream come true.
We had to leave a few so called friends behind, because they were not with us,
We tried, we went the Lord's way, we prayed had faith, they did not try to know Jesus.
So we went the Lord's way and it will be all right,
They weren't true friends,The Holy Spirit said is was right in His sight.
We as Christians must be with a fellowship with those who believe,
It aids us a a body of Christians strengthening our thoughts, in Christ; the Holy Spirit
we will receive.
The courage to leave others with the belief that Jesus Christ is in the lead,
Through Him, we can have faith, trust, following His Holy Creed.
In the house of the Lord...
Satan is not allowed,
only holy people dwell into it;
and they burn incense every sunrise and dawn,
to keep Him away from the throne of Jehovah God!
And they sing praises
to Him, the Holiest One,
and to Christ they ask compassion
for the earthly ones who are weak...
and can't humble themselves and be exalted!
Angels gather to do His will,
and Jesus among them smiles,
to share all the glory with the Father;
A chorus arises and echoes through the serene and open Heavens,
to make all creations bow to their Master!
I bow down to my kind and loving God,
whose face I am not permitted to see,
lest awe and death smite me;
touch me, Jesus and heal me...
with those hands, where nails entered and made you scream and bleed!
If sin made me lose divine wisdom,
I repent of my foolishness and whisper
my profound prayer of forgiveness;
welcome me back into Your house, Lord...
and I will perpetually obey your commandments!
The vanity and the blindness
will be cleansed by the waters of Holiness,
and all my imperfections You will not remember!
In the house of the Lord,
only peace can be heard and purity
can be felt in the verses of the hymns;
let me praise you with Your angels indefinitely,
and finally behold Your radiant face!
In the house of the Lord,
all His children are loved equally,
and they serve Him with reverence. In the house of the Lord,
Christ shares His father's throne to judge every soul;
and on the right side, he receives all the worthy!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci