Best Faithtime Poems
a time to live
a time to die
a time to laugh
a time to cry
a time to mourn
they that died
a time to remember
times we laughed and cried
who can recall the fullness of life
the time when the fruit
they say has turned ripe
then time to harvest
weather happy or sad
they pick the fruit
and put it in a bag
it may be prepared
for a wonderful feast
or preserved for latter
when the harvest is weak
but to rot on the vine
is a waste of Gods time
and sinful where usefullness
was only deceit
have they been missed
by the harvesters hand
perhapes left for gleening
their second chance
but rot on the vine
is the devils delight
give nothing to anyone
and stay out of sight
the time to give
is waning fast
we're constantly ageing
with lives that won't last
opportunity soon becomes
a thing of the past
but the best come forth
giving what they have
it seem's at times
that they are taken from us
our gentle lambs
we love and trust
but by Glory they are saved
for a greater day
in the fullness of life
they went away
from a time to live
and a time to die
to a time to die
and a time to live
T - esting time will always come
E - very time all day how long
M - ake no excuse cast it down
P - ut God first, and he'll always be around.
T - ake sometime to check your thoughts,
A - ct on the onset straight away,
T - hink on the things that are lovely, and pure
I - n the meantime
O - ffer sacrifices of praise
N - ow that you've overcome.
Temptations will come, and temptations will go,
The devil will attack for a season.
resist him on the onset, and he will flea
Temptations are for a reason.
Form:
In our fast paced twentieth century world..,
We oft' have neglected to stop to smell the roses,
Oft' we used to bow our heads silently to pray,
As we reflect back to the sixties is had launched a pad to rebellion !
With a vast amount of liberal bias and thinking,
No wonder why our nation is sinking..,
Sinking amidst a cuss pool of mere morality..,
For now it is a quite different time,
A very unique but different type of day..,
An end of the age of innocence,
One hath been enlightened..,
From seeking truth,
Some fresh out of a garbage can..,
Yet for Gods' sake,
He hath such an amazing plan !
Hence, to shun the broad road,
Yet to seek to venture in the narrow..,
Such as a distant bird in flight !
You might see this creature venture out at night ?
Of the Eagle nor the Sparrow..,
It used to mean something to have a sense of common courteous..,
To hold open the door for your neighbor ?
Yet for the time being we relent and waiver..,
Would you prefer another taste of a certain ice cream flavor ?
To ponder we must be content with who we are in the inside..,
Nor, a mere fancy suit or blazing sport's car,
Life is a roller coaster..,
In what you do while busy making other plans..,
Finding solace among the height of nature.,
Such to think at what is quite simple,
As a young child reflects on his or her poster board,
Playing with their magic crayons..,
For in eternity it is such a very long time !
Take heed in what you do,
Now is the expectant hour !
What will one choose to do ?
There can be no place nor need for any compromise,
Within it's vast perpetual spectrum !
One just can't put a price tag on a genuine but unique heart !
Hence, with honest integrity..,
The time for change is today !
Time with the Lord is precious
every second does count
he is there for us always
and not just when our troubles or worries start to mount
the Lord is there for us
with a listening to share
the Lord is with us with his loving care
time with the Lord is precious
every single day
it only takes a few moments to listen to what
he is trying to say
the Lord always listens no matter what your going through
you just need to take the time to open up your
heart and let him minisiter to you.
Psalm 116 I love the lord because he hears my voice
and prayers for mercy
because he bends down to listen
I will pray as Long as I have breath. Amen and Amen.
Revelation 1 :3 God blesses the one who reads the words of this prohercy to the church
and he blesses all who listen to its message and obey what it says, for the time is near.
Amen.
There seems to be a global awakening.
There seems to be a spiritual rebirth.
The truth seems at last to be in the reach
of us creatures now roaming the Earth.
There is a flower of faith in the making
and it moves to the source of the light.
We breathe hope on the whispering winds
of change, as we battle to pull through the fight.
This is a time of transition
from the old to the wholesome and new.
Its a time to lay down our weapons of pain;
to cease firing our bullets of hate.
Its a time to stop singing our anthems of war
and stand united, before its too late.
Stand in silence and listen to the voice of your soul,
it is trying to make itself heard.
You might be surprised by the message it brings,
by the wisdom it speaks in it's words.
For the truth lies within not around us.
Its not found in the wealth or the fame.
It resides in our heart and our spirit.
It is found in love that we give.
In each one of us is a wellspring of faith.
Find it now; it is then you will live.
It seems like every time I express myself to some one they take a knife and stab me in the
heart
I just wish that one time in my life that I could just find the right one and be happy for
the rest of our lives
WHO'S THE BLAME FOR THE LIFE STRUGGLES AND TEST WE ARE DRAGGED THROUGH, LEAVING US
CONFUSED, LOST, AND AT TIMES OUT OF CONTROL?
HOW DO WE LET GO OF THOSE THAT COME INTO OUR LIVES WITHOUT HARM, THE ONES THAT MAKES US
SMILE AFTER WALKING MILES AND MILES ON PAIN AND SHAME?
WHO DO WE BLAME?
WE FORGET AT TIMES HOW FRAGILE WE REALLY ARE UNTIL OUR HEARTS ARE TOSSED TO THE SIDE LIKE
A PIECE OF PAPER TO BE BURNED, TO BE HURT HOW WILL WE LEARN TO DEAL WITH THIS PAIN?
HOW WILL WE EVER MOVE ON? GIVING UP IS NOT THE KEY TO SET YOURSELF FREE. TEARING THE
WINGS OFF AN ANGELS BACK TO COUNT THE FEATHERS LOST IS TO LIVE WITH A BROKEN HEART.
GO AHEAD TURN YOUR BACK ON ME. IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES TO SET YOU FREE. I WISH YOU WELL
THE BEST IN LIFE AND TIME CAN OFFER.
TO BE LOST, IN YOUR MIND, IN THIS QUICK AMOUNT OF TIME THAT WAS SHARED WAS IN VEIN, WAS I
BLIND TO THE FACT, I CARED? OR SIMPLY MY TIME RAN OUT WITH YOUR HEART?
ITS CRAZY I WILL BE THERE FOR YOU WHEN YOUR READY. IF YOU REACH YOUR HANDS OUT TO ME,
BROKEN WINGS IN ALL. I WONT LET YOU FALL.
BUT UNTIL THEN THIS IS GOOD BYE.
Walking through the valley all on my own
Written By Dean Masciarelli
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Walking through the
valley all on my own
Searching for a reason
why I am still around
Because I never thought
that I
could live for so long
Because I thought I
would
end up dying young
But I am honestly
grateful
that I am still around
Because I still have a lot of
living to do in this life of mine
before it’s my time to be gone
I just wish that I didn’t
have
to spend it being alone
Because I really wish that I
could have a companion
who could love me as
I could love them in return
Hopefully the good Lord
will
hear my prayers in Heaven
And he will answer every prayer
that I have ever prayed to him
In my heart I know he will bring
me a
partner and a mentor and a friend
But it will be in his time and not in my own
So in the mean time I will keep the faith
and I will do my very best to remain strong
And never were you mention on our lips
And never was your love in dark eclipse
And your kingdom was soft to understand
And never was your touch as harboured ships
And never were you distant out of grips
We together were with lack of ceilings
We together in unknown of mornings
We worshiped and found everything from thee
We together in sharing of feelings
We together were with all our siblings
Were we to live as neutral observer?
Were we to be in timeless safe cover?
Were we to know the reason for un Dieu?
Were we to be as a soulless saver?
Were we to live forever and ever?
In your time there is only peace and quietness
In your time there can be perpetualness
In sharing together there was not sin
In your time there can be ephemeralness
In your time there is just sight and brightness
Heaven was a thought that was never missed
Heaven was a place in the certain midst
Heaven didn’t have the sins of seven
Heaven was a place, which did not exist
Heaven was a thought with no time no lists
Form:
I never felt to push or shove
People toward the God of love
It seemed that it was not my place
“Just give them time and give them space”
But then I came to understand
When vision of a failing dam
Appeared in revelation’s dream
And as I dreamt I looked to see
A town that lay downstream, below
In dead of night, they did not know
That little time remained until
Collapse would come and floods would fill
The valley, bringing death to all
The sleeping souls, and so I called
As loud as I could raise my voice
I ran the streets, I had no choice
I beat upon their glass and doors
I told them what things lay in store
If they would not rise up and leave
But many simply looked at me
As though I were a crazy fool
Some slammed their doors and some were cruel
They mocked me as they turned away
And I had no more time to stay
For in the distance I could hear
The raging flood that now was near
And all that I could do was flee
To higher ground for my safety
Then as I turned and looked back down
A wall of water swept the town
With total devastating force
I cried out loud, my heart remorsed
If only they had known the cost
But they are gone, so many lost
And so I learned from that night’s dream
I do not have the luxury
To sit and let the time wane thin
The time is now, I must begin
To warn as many as I can
For soon shall come…The Son of Man
It has happened again......
Once AGAIN.....
OF A FURRY, IN A HURRY
wood & stone,
Imagination.....
one says,
Reality.
One knows,
threw the eye of two...
complete madness...
a time of sadness...
tunnel vision
intwined in time,
Can you see through my eyes?
Can you feel my soul?
Can you see my spirit as it runs,
as eye(I) tiptoe......
" She is at peace,
for she fears no evil,
as she (I) walks through
the valley of death(pain)....
You must see to understand."
"THE WAGES OF SIN IS DEATH"
As I walk through the valley of death,
forgiveness is poured into my spirit...
MY PHYSICAL EYES SEE.....
time tell Imagination....Reality
Hey what's up fear?
Do you know me? Do
you even care? You can't
break me. I set my path
to be legendary.
What you remind me of
myself that I've sold. To
me it's now tired and
old. Just like torments of
past. They to didn't
last.
The trickery of your deceit
and cunning.Always kept
me running.From myself and
my father's hand. That's why
this time I choose to stand.
In the beating pouring
rain. Is where I choose to
remain.
Because when at the breaking
of the dawn. Guess what
fear? You're gone.So I'll wait,
because my time is near.
You can't break me. I'm still
hear.
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dont worry about wot people may say
theire time will come
dont be sceard of bulliys
theire time will come
dont get upset about people's thoght's
theire time will come
for all evil in the world
your time will come
dont ceep running away
because thears no place to stay
evry one will face God one day !!!
BY JAMES CHRISTIAN
In the meantime is where I stand
Where my thoughts are as plain as land
As these grains of sand, Descend from my hands
My thoughts are dispensed from recent events
Get up or give up which decision will win
They only reply, decide but to survive its supply and demand
Suicide is how you die if you die within
Genocide is the death of those who will rise again
Never to be diminished only replenished
But to our demise we are but a sacrifice to them
We pay our tides to them
But in the meantime, only time is spent
So they say right now isn’t the time for this
By: Loquita Shaw
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This is the time for things to change.
A time when love flows and secrets are told.
A time to cry for those who we have lost,
And hold those who are born.
It’s a time for those who love and learn to see
What has really become of this world.
There are tears to be shed and laid down to rest.
Untold deaths will be told, and when they do
Lies will be told. They will fight to cover them up,
But the truth will be told. Friendships will be
Broken from the unspoken truths. Lives will be torn
Apart, and hearts will be crushed. The years will go
On with or without the friends. Bibles will be read
At night until the days end. Talks will be told of how Satan
Is coming back, but there will be no proof until the very end.
The dead will rise and the angels will sing, declaring their
Heavenly love. The gates of the Heaven will be opened,
And you will hear God’s glorious songs, as the angels
Rejoice for the many souls that were saved.