Best Faithpeople Poems
I have taken many walks through this great and lovely land,
I have walked through her deserts, on her mountains and her sand.
Many are the people I've met along the way,
Each carrying the bond of love for the U.S.A.
With skin of many colors; and ethnicity differs too,
But they're as much Americans as me or you.
We have a common flag, and one President to lead;
And equal opportunity for all to learn to write and read.
Traveling through most states, their laws are pretty much the same,
The state I'm about to enter looks like the state from which I just came.
People love their families- husbands, kids, and wife,
And there is great appreciation for the freedom in our life.
Immigrants arrive and step upon our shores,
To partake of liberty's freedoms- because we have wide open doors'
For some this 50-state union is the land of their birth,
Every patriotic heart thinks this the best nation on earth'
Religion is an area in which not all agree,
But I'm guaranteed the right to worship in the manner best for me.
Some folks may be soft-hearted; others tough as old shoe leather'
Yet, when disaster strikes, you'll see Americans pull together.
Our states are separated only by map-makers lines,
The common values we share are ingrained in our minds.
The Church is also a single body with members far and wide;
Each one is looking past the obvious and seeing Jesus inside.
The Church has people in every separate nation,
And God's people can be found in each denomination'
We have a common leader: Jesus is His name'
And He sees each Brother and Sister as being exactly the same.
Just as in America, it's the people who make our nation;
Likewise it's the Christians who make the Church' Now, that's a Revelation'
Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
September 18, 2005
The Scene:
An explosion!
From those picking.. limbs tear
cabbages and cucumbers
combing children's hair
mixing with the backseat
of a zealot's Mercedes Benz
the gunpowder, smells of lamb,
and cotton, all blend
into a bitter, woolen,
prayerful smoldering
the faces, each one,
a sorrowful gurgling..
God sniffs, looking puzzled..
as usual, murmuring
'Why is this happening?
All this crumbling and burning!
Am I the god of Job,
of the savior foretold,
of the maiden unrobed,
of the crocodile's fold?'
'I created them all,
the most beautiful of races,
with a worn, savage love
for me in dry places,
I gave them this desert,
the Sirocco, sand dunes
where they hopelessly
struggle above catacombs
amid these car bombings,
and gun strapping martyrs
that blowup in my face
and all reason in shatters..'
'Stop it! stop!'
God moans, and he chatters
but a look in his face
tells you it doesn't matter..
I ask, 'Lord, why can't you
let good people live?
The fools we elected
can you ever forgive?
We all watch in horror,
and while your adored
the people in Dar fur
are swept up by warlords..'
(God's reply)
"Did you create pyramids,
were you Ramses slave,
do you think I look forward
to another small grave?
Have you fought in wars
when you didn't agree,
Who decides who wins
when they all pray to me?
It takes a whole village
to pull just one trigger
Womens wages are set by
Walmart's sale sticker
your planet is warming,
no snow packs for farming
bringing unwelcome guests
like mosquito borne pests,
greenhouse unrest, protecting
your own, consuming the rest.
I have eyes, I see everything
you never did, I have ears,
I hear empty words,
all things unsaid.. today's living,
may be tomorrows dead.."
(these are really my words, not God's, who I fear
is considering a reprise of the flood this year..)
Dancing with Jesus is the most amazing thing
when I lift up my voice to him and sing
as I close my eyes and focus he comes to me
and holds my hands so tenderly
the way he makes my heart skip a beat
when our eyes happen to meet
holding my hands tighter makes me know with him I truly belong
and every second we are together the dancing carrys on.
this is based on a vision I have been given it for the past 3 weeks
when I was worshiping in church I saw the Lord and he came to me
he was holding my hands and we were dancing and skiping round and round it was so
awesome and uplifting I could feel him lifting me up higher and higher
it is hard to describe in words how amazing that was and one day that vision will be real
when he comes back for us and then we all will be dancing with him. . Psalm 150 :1-6
Exodus 29 ; 43 I will meet the people of Israel there, and the Tabernacle will be
sanctified by my glorious presence.
God meets with his people in a powerful way when they worship him together Amen.
I think it is the most insensitive thing I have seen here for a contest..or anywhere in my
life..
poems making fun of the pain they have felt of being cheated on..
I think you people are insensitive and cruel..
and think nothing of what those people endured..
I think it is tacky and tasteless..
heartless
I am one to believe,
That if only people could see,
What’s really, truly me…
…That one day this world would understand.
I am very different.
Yet, common to the eye.
But what’s inside the heart,
Proves that the outside is just a lie.
On average, if you should know.
Based off of the world’s expectations.
That I would be a girl,
With senior salutations.
To make up the perfect woman,
Many elements of normality are involved.
But I am more like a puzzle…
…With important pieces missing.
Therefore, I am close to impossible of being solved.
Beauty, yes I am.
I know I have the smarts.
But the reasons for my insecurities,
I cannot figure out.
I am stuck inside of a shell.
A dungeon that I call my home.
I want to break free…
…Escaping from all of this.
But I cannot escape by being alone.
Yes, there are people by my side.
But ONE cannot escape the wrath…
…Of a Mental Tsunami Tide.
So what do I do for peace?
I observe those of innocence.
Stop.
Think.
And listen.
Then all over, I reminisce.
What do I evoke?
What thoughts do I recollect?
I muse over the teachings that I received from the inexperienced.
I tend to allow myself to believe,
That if I studied another’s ways,
That I would be able to flee,
From OUR past.
The crippling days.
So why am I so self-doubting?
So quick to be pessimistic?
If only I had the answers,
Would be how quickly I could end it.
No, I am not JEALOUS!
I understand half of what I am worth.
The other half will come along,
With self values and soul search.
I don’t mean any harm,
To those that I offend.
Personality is key.
And not a heart.
But a character is what I have to mend.
So on this journey of security,
And transforming into a woman of hope and faith.
Please allow me to be myself,
So that I can notice the traits that I have to change.
And once I have improved myself.
Certainly I will see.
Things that are worth my time…
….And the things that are not worth me.
Please be patient with me,
For we are on this journey simultaneously.
Every day people talk about other people,
talking trash about them behind their backs
However, when it comes down to the face to face,
most of the time they won't repeat what they have said
All of a sudden, it's " hey, how ya doing or,
long time no see, or hows the family,
when not the very day or hour before
they were putting the bad mouth on that person
Some of these people say they are Christians, Yet,
they don't practice that very way of life, that
they say they believe in, yet say Amen
they say Grace before meals, and thank God
Yet, not five minutes later, if that sometimes,
they will start talking trash about someone
never anything nice, only some sin that person committed
during this wind blowing, they will even take the Lords name in vain
To these people I would like to say,
God is the only TRUE Judge, so judge not
Love thy neighbor as thyself, so Shut It!
and " Let he without sin, Cast the First Stone!"
Faith binds us
Faith finds us
And bring everything we want
Into its best beautiful font
Why people lose faith?
Why people not rely on faith?
All boundaries vanish
All false notions vanish
With just a name "Faith"
Keep it! live it!
by:
Vrushani Thaker
A long time ago-or so the story is told,
There was a strange occurrence in the Europe of old.
High atop a windswept, alpine peak,
Lived a girl fair of face and rosy of cheek.
She would gather wild berries which grew all around,
And carry them down to sell in the town:
Trays of raspberries, strawberries, and gooseberries too,
Huckleberries, blackberries, and berries of blue.
Known as Mary-of-the-berries, she attained much fame,
For her smile, her laughter- and her very strange name'
Peace and joy followed where'er she went;
And in her presence, all people felt quite content.
The townsfolk decided there would be nothing contrary,
By simply changing her name to Mary Berry.
She loved all the people and, as she peddled her wares,
She looked for ways to show that she cared.
A smile, a kind word, or perhaps a small gift;
When folks felt weary, Mary gave their sprit a lift,
You see, back on the mountain, in her hut of sod,
Mary conversed for hours with the Lord, her God.
Spending so much time with Him filled her with love,
That she just had to share what her heart was full of'
For years she prayed that God might show her a way,
To help the townspeople celebrate her Saviour's Birthday.
Then, in her spirit, she was able to see.
All her friends decorating one large evergreen tree.
There would be plenty of candles for the Light of the World'
And bright colored ribbons unfurled'
Families gathering to help one another.
Even giving of gifts to sister and brother.
Now that these traditions have been handed down to you,
Go, and have a Mary Berry Christmas too'
Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
December 12, 2006
The Lord Jesus Christ foretold in Scripture of these end times events,
On the Mount of Olives Jesus told us to be careful and don't be tempted.
Our world as we know it is soon going to end, when the Messiah returns to earth.
His coming will be a dramatic thing for mankind, predicted long before our birth.
The generation, this last one, has a very real holocaust ahead, the signs are there.
Bible scholars call them the Heavenly signs, and most people don't care.
Fooled by false doctrine, false teachers, and false religions, the Pharisees of old,
Are still with us as the Holy Book of the Bible has constantly foretold.
Our Father is a wrathful God, He doesn't like false idols or false religions that teach
just that.
A man, just a man, is put into power over billions, and guess what?
Going into a church with images of saints, and prayers to Mary, God's mother is an
insult to Our Father.
Repetitious praying will give you nothing in His world, and the true Christians know
that, this I do gather.
When asked how to pray? Jesus said their is only one way' That is the"Our Father"
like He said.
So what is the good to pray to Jesus's mother when she lies like so many others
sleeping with the dead?
When I pray I pray as Jesus commanded me to do, and also to be patient for the end
is near,
To be vigilant like a watcher, for His return to His earthly place among us, the Bible
makes that perfectly clear.
It's not a genius here writing, I'm a simple man trying like you to understand.
I know this, I will always believe Our Savior Jesus Christ was not merely a man.
He was the Son of God, told His prophecy on the Mount of Olives long ago.
Telling us to read our Bibles and seek and He will teach us to be forgiving, loving,
caring people who will reign with God the father, Jesus, that much I do know'
Robert Ball
July 2, 2011
Is been a tough year, a cold air, heavy sins on the shoulder of us all, i know who i am,
but i guess you are lost in this wave of discomfort, people are crying because of their
dead families or friends, because crime walks the street faceless, a knife, bullet, fire,
drugs, insanity, pride, power, dominance, loyalty, evil all in the same jar of sadness, is
all been a wise tough of domination, but now is the time to change this rules, the moment
for the clever to take front lead, don't fire your gun to the sky because it could be your
child death or your mothers, don't give drug to youngsters because tomorrow they are what
is left, please don't let any one get hurt, because of blood i do know, hope this is
enough to let you know true favor...
HOPE EVERY ONE GETS A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
This is for the people who have died in past years by missed bullets in the air and all
else mentioned, RIP for the innocence.
Form:
If I could talk to God
I would only ask him why?
Why so much pain in this world?
Why good people always die?
With a soft stuttering voice
And a nod towards the ground
I would say “I’ve searched for this answer
I've searched all around
But no one can ever tell me
For their mind it is out of there bound
For this Answer I seek only the truth
With you I figured I would find
Because you are the creator of my world
With a distinguished reputation of being kind"
As I suspect he would give me an answer
He would tell me why good people die
He would say "I do it for a reason
To help better someone else’s life
For them by going through this experience
A change in their life they won't deny
A hint of reality
A hint that in life there is a purpose
If I did not have to give out these gifts
Then I would have already resurfaced
To give someone a chance at paradise
To live in the Kingdom of Heaven
The one who is chosen must sacrifice
I give them a choice before I take them
As my son did, and many have done
I know it was hard but it was their decision"
As I am overwhelmed with feeling
And I am shocked full of stun
He say's "don’t think I am cruel; I don’t do this for fun"
With an understanding look on my face
I would say that I finally know my place
With a look in his eye and a smile full of grace
I'll gladly be waiting to take someone else’s place
This is for Matt Caliri's If you could talk to god contest
As I walk down the street in my hijab people stop and stare. What do I care.
I have the right to choose, for they are the ones who'll lose.
As I walk down the street in my hijab people turn the other way.
I am who I am. I am not a bad person. Don't judge me because of how I look. I am who I
am. I have my beliefs and you have yours.
As I walk down the street in my hijab, I feel proud. It is aloud.
So next time you see a woman with a scarf, don't turn the other way. Just smile and
say 'good day'.
Form:
Life brings about alot of challenges!! and i guess i get dissapointed in myself when those
challenges overcome me... i really am dissapointed in who i have became...im not the
person that i dreamed of being.. i have dissapointed myself and it sucks the mistakes you
make you can never take back... recently i feel as if im facing challenges learning who i am
and how i treat people...and i guess i let the hurt o f my past overcome me and i bring that
hurt upon people now...and i feel so distant from everyone and its because i just rather be all
into myself instead of being there for everyone else...i really do wish i can take back
everything i have done wrong to dissapoint people and jah and my parents...but i never will
be able to i guess i can only make it better right?? and not be all into my self pity but acutally
strive to be who i always wanted to be right n serve jah to the fullest n let no one oR thing
stop that dream ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;this is just a story line of how i feel n who iam
Form:
High on a bluff, overlooking the city,
Watching night lights come on- it looks so pretty.
Lights in offices as folks finish their work day;
House lights turned on by people home to stay.
A big bank of lights for the school football game.
Neon lights flash out and establishment's name.
See the street lights which are burning so bright,
That they make folks feel secure while walking at night.
Traffic lights , too, going from red to green;
All types, styles, and sizes that can easily be seen.
Don't forget the headlights of thousands of cars.
From this vantage point, they are a myriad of stars.
In a city this large, many people live there;
But I know of a larger one that is built foursquare.
I'm bound for that city, of which I've been told,
The Gates are of pearl; the streets of pure gold.
Though my eyes have never seen it before,
There I will abide- my home for evermore'
In that city, there will be One Light'
'Twill always be day; we'll be done with night.
The walls are fifteen hundred miles long on every side,
And the City will be equally as high.
My Brother's there now, preparing my place.
Soon- oh very soon- I'll behold his dear face'
I can wonder those streets but Ill never be lost;
My reservation was purchased at Calvary's Cross.
Yes, that's where I'm going once this life is through.
My question to you is "Will I see you there too?"
You can reserve a spot now- no need to wait,
Even tomorrow may prove to be too late.
Arthur Ball(H.S.L.P.)
October 30, 2005
I'm tired of being defined
By the jagged lines
That line my eyes
I'm tired of being based
On blackened hair
That hides my face
I'm tired of people scanning arms
Searching for bloody marks
That are long gone
I'm tired of people standing there
Waiting for the knife
To reappear
Under the blackened spell of dawn
Gaze upon what I've become
Through the sunlight that lights my arms
You can clearly see these whitened scars