Best Faithmay Poems
He seemed just fine when we went to bed,
High on the mountain, the Great Stone Head'
After all, he had been there for centuries,
A natural marvel that folks came to see.
On a rainy night in early May,
That familiar visage slipped away.
There was no one who heard the faintest sound,
When that mass of rocks came tumbling down.
For years, he had been cared for with much love and trouble.
Now he was reduced to a mere pile of rubble'
"Rebuild," they say; that just wouldn't be the same.
And who would dare duplicate God's work and sign his own name.
Yet, I believe that if the truth were known,
We're all a lot like that man of stone'
Our hearts are hard in our thought towards others;
Why, we're often reluctant to even help our brothers'
Our vision is straight ahead; can't see left or right.
A broader perspective may improve our sight'
Perhaps,like the Old Man, we're unable to utter a word,
If we live in stony silence, how will Truth be heard?
We have ears, but if we refuse to hear,
God must somehow get our attention to make His will clear.
It may be admirable to endure hardships like the wind, ice and rain,
Many tribulations might be avoided by using our brain.
The Bible says our "old man" is filled with iniquity and sin,
And he must die to reveal the "new man' within.
God put the granite face on the mountain, and has now taken it away,
He put a soft heart in place of my stony one; His mercy is new everyday.
Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
May 18, 2003
*The Fall of the New Hampshire's landmark "Ol' Man in the Mountains"
its
as
if
INCUBUS
IS SITTING BACK THERE JUST WAITING TO TORMENT ME
I
MAY
LOOK
WOUNDED
but its an ILLUSION
THE GREAT MAN
what does He want all of a sudden
whats His game
i know His intentions are good but im TIRED of being protected
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G onto it may distort my memories
i try to let go but the fear paralyzes me
its a mixture of REALITY and FANTASY
i havent REPRESSED any of it
the slate is CLEAR MENTAL STABILITY
PROPERLY PREPARED PATIENT
confirming my preconception that WE ARE ALL USELESS AND WEAK when we sleep
VISCERALLY
IM READY TO BEGIN
THIS NEW JOURNEY
When trouble arises do not fret or frown
For it is only the enemy trying to hold you down
Hardtimes are only stepping stones, trials in yous life
Depend on God, He will deliver you from strife
No one said life would be a walk in the park
There won't be light always, some days will be dark
We must endure sadness, we must endure pain
We must be willing to tough it out and withstand the rain
God is with us no matter what we may go through
He sent His only Son to die for me and to die for you
My Lord is my rock, He is my salvation
He delivers me from tribulation with no hesitation
Misery loves company that's why satan wants your soul
But he can't touch you if you allow the Lord to have control
God loves all His creations from man, beast, to bird
Just keep your faith in Him and obey His word
If you do that, there is no limit
He will give you the world and everything in it
So deny yourself and take up your cross
For we are all servants and God is the Boss
He may not come when you want Him but He is always on time
Just trust in the Lord and all will be fine
Lakedrick
LeAnder
Graham
I see a bird-a cat-a wagon-a squirrel,
A building- a mouse- a good looking girl'
Something different may catch your eye,
As we watch the clouds roll by.
The cloud that stands out from all the rest,
Are those present as the sun sets in the west.
Rimmed with fire in the late day sky.
Slowly we watch the clouds roll by.
Having traveled above them, they seem so small,
Like puffy little cotton balls.
Yeah, we've looked at the clouds from both sides now, both Judy and I.
But we enjoy watching clouds roll by.
Most of what comprises nature's scene,
We can't comprehend with our finite "bean."
Yet, someday, from Heaven, perhaps you and I
Can- from above-watch clouds roll by'
Storm clouds amaze me with their majestic faces,
(As long as I know where a safe place is')
When we get Home we'll see such things from another view,
And we'll know their Creator greatly loves us too.
I'm hoping it may occur real soon,
When I get to see the Son (and the backside of the moon).
But, for now, I'll dream of my mansion on High,
Laying here watching the clouds roll by.
Art Ball (H.S.L.P.
January 19, 2006
It’s so easy to love the loveable
Those that smell wonderful
They are well spoken
Mannerly
Have the same religious beliefs
Political beliefs
Possibly close to the same economic status
But what of the unlovable
They may smell offensive
They may be too loud or too crude
Rude
No religion,
Conflicting political views
Poor and without status
Dressed oddly
And quite possibly scary
And outside your norm
Whatever you do
To the least of these
You do unto Christ
Does that make it easier
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Is this all that remains
Of us
There is beauty in ashes
For they remember the burn
The passion that lit them
So much did they learn
It’s so easy in this world
To keep looking inside
But it’s only through loving others
That the true gift resides
Pray, praise, laugh, sing
Hold hands that ached to be touched
To turn your attention to the needs of others
God’s reward to you will be much
Humble yourself and prepare to serve
Look for other’s pain
So many forgotten and thrown away
Find the one that needs to feel love and loose the heavy chains
Look deep into eyes of the people you see
Don’t pass by so quickly there may be a need
Are they questioning, seeking or do their eyes plead
You may be the one that God asks to intercede
The joy of serving is becoming a lost art
But the Father beckons us to come play a part
Your reward will be great, your heart will soar
And the day will come soon you will walk with the Lord
Glory to You oh Lord
For you have given us life
You created a new within
We live our lives in the trinity of Your Holy spirit
To be one with You
As the child grows to love You more
You have given us the eternity that we shall bow before You in praise
Holy may our lives grow more and more each day
That we live to be the example of grace that you have given us
That heaven awaits for us when the time comes
We show glory and honor to You Dear Lord
Almighty King reign upon our hearts so that we may worthy of Your infinite love.
Don’t pick the dross you’ve left behind
All those creeds you’ve lost try to find
Be focused till your reach your goal
Let not the world, soil your saved soul
The tempter’s bold yet bad and blind
Don’t pick the dross you’ve left behind
Your reward’s a sweet home… heaven
Don’t end up in Satan’s oven
The right road may seem very rough
And the race may be really tough
Don’t pick the dross you left behind
Even if it’s hard to unwind
We shall finally overcome
When the king of glory shall come
To take those who made up their mind;
Don’t pick the dross you left behind
~ for “one good quatern deserves another” contest
The sun may slumber,
The moon may wander,
The sky may turn grey,
The world may turn clay,
One thing will stand sure.
If we break bonds,
If we shun songs,
if we pen poems
for a lost lens;
we will still
be at the
mercy of
a great,
glorious
God.
We are nothing but pencils
In the hand of times and seasons,
Our past and present are stencils;
Rough or smooth… for whatever reasons.
For our past errors we seek erasers,
Their horrors may haunt our history,
In black and white… in pure or poor papers,
We often want to write a new and straight story.
Our erasers may be right attitude…repentance
Because our errors may have grieved our God,
Our erasers may be outright acceptance
Of the Holy One who shed his tears and blood.
Get Well Prayer
Though it may seem you’re traveling
On this rocky road alone,
May this little verse assure you, Lori
You’re not truly on your own.
Your friend Rick has called upon us.
His poet friends from everywhere
Are holding you with loving thoughts
And sending up a prayer
May He hold you in the Hollow of His Hands
As we pray for your each day..
And may you feel His presence with you
On each new step of the way.
With love,
Joyce
He stops and ponders thoroughly as he reads my stone;
"Although I did not know you, you shouldn't be alone." Sorry had to do this, this way but I didn't
With a quiver in his voice, and a tear in his eye, The space to do this poem all in one'
He continues, "Thanks for your service." I too, want to cry'
"'Tis true I fought my own war, and no bullet took my life.
But America remains great, because you sacrificed.
And I am truly thankful, for everything you did.
Even though, at the time you lost your life, I was just a kid.
But I've met your service buddies, those lives you saved.
So I brought a flag and flowers to lay upon your grave.
No greater love has any man, than to die for his friends;
And if you were Christian, you entered life at the end'
Your family may have forsaken you and forgotten where you lay,
Yet as a brother Christian, I'll greet you some sweet day'
Until then, know your appreciated because you did your part.
Thank you service buddy- from this grateful heart."
As e rose to leave, I thought with a smile,
Those tender words of gratitude made it all worthwhile.
Yes, I was a Christian; and now I'm with my Lord,
See you later service buddy" continue steadfast in His Word.
Arthur Ball(H.S.L.P.)
May 29. 2002
Have a happy day, when you awake,
Get down on your knees, acknowledge the Lord.
Remember daily your soul is at stake.
So pray in reverence, remember Gods word.
In your daily routine, take time for your Father.
Do you earthly commitments, do your job.
He'll be their guidihng, in things that matter.
Commitments will be met, this is the Promise from God.
Be wary, never loose sight that this is the devils world.
So don't be tricked, because he's a master deceiver.
It may look good, it may look like a perfect pearl,
But, Gods voice is calming, listen to it, and be his follower, because you are His
receiver.
I stared out at another sunrise,
After one more sleepless night;
And i thought about the man i am,
And wondered if im alright.
I skipped a stone across the waters,
And made a wish or two;
And silently asked my creator,
If there was more that i could do.
I met a man there fishing,
With no fish within his pail;
But he still wore the biggest smile,
And cared not his fishing failed.
I asked him if it was worth it,
To go home with an empty string;
He said its always worth it my friend,
For who knows what tomorrow may bring.
So i applied this to my own life
And found there is nothing wrong with me
For tomorrow just may bring blessings
which today i cannot see
So i applied this to my own life,
I found there's nothing wrong with me;
For tomorrow could bring blessings,
Which today i just cant see.
Carl Fraser