Best Faithwater Poems
Flair for me your wisdom, oh weeping willow tree
You look as though your might has fallen, hanging limp from limb
Cry for seeds of sacred trust that scattered 'cross the sea.
Reunite the shattered hopes for those who learn to swim
You look as though your might has fallen, hanging limp from limb
The sands of time have formed a desert 'round your holy roots
Reunite the shattered hopes for those who learn to swim
Dig for water 'neath the sand and you may bear your fruit
The sands of time have formed a desert 'round your holy roots
Cry for seeds of sacred trust that scattered 'cross the sea
Dig for water 'neath the sand and you may bear your fruit
Flair for me your wisdom, oh weeping willow tree
miracles sometimes seem like magic...teardrops and tick tocks...breaking triple locks
innocence and iniquity get blood bought
time is tragic...cool breeze in the casket...reserrected and risen...freed from soul prisons
deaf and blind given sound and sight
tyranny gets thirsty...evil exposed the ugly unwind...
turning water 2 wine
miracles sometimes seem like madness...spreading smiles in the sadness...goodness in the badness
bold as lions and brave
masses start moving out of cold dark caves
feeding millions with heavenly manna...feasts in the famines
lucifer lies get pealed like bananas
Jesus keeps jammin...silencing the soul screams
flowing through that living vine He's on trial for the crime
turning water 2 wine
miracles sometimes seem like mayhem...days coming down when lions run with lambs
holy hands working hard...like marching hammers and iron bars
smashing the sin and saving the sinner...tonight the devil won't be having dinner
"leftovers again?" he just grins...i never covet the catch of evil men
light a candle of love and it illuminates the night while vipers and vandals they run and they hide...
turning water 2 wine
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Doubt rained resistant showers...
forming pain poodles of stagnent water...
and it evaporates... just going back
to the sky to rain again... the monsoons are here
there's water in the air...humidity... heavy breathing...
you sweat in stillness...your body works with no action taken,
I stand without motion and water comes onto me and out of me,
adding to the saturated atmosphere...
I drink water to cool my senses from water...
...and unreliquishing comes the rain....
...having faith that questioning fact will enlighten the truth...
holding back more... droplets form... and they fall from the sky,
landing on moist skin and it all combines...
...collecting once again....washing away delicate growth
disturbing the dryness that the desert needs to be
Wet, I ask God when will my faith trust?
When will I feel replenished by what feeds growth?
When will I see what it is that is happening enough to believe?
In Sunday School and at my dear old Mother's knee,
I learned that Jesus walked on water and died to set me free!
He raised the dead, healed the sick, turned water into wine,
Cured the blind and performed so many other things divine!
But aside from all of that, He also had a very human side.
When He learned His friend Lazarus died, 'tis said that he cried.
When His disciples dispersed the children, He was very irritated,
And his anger flared when He saw The Holy Temple desecrated!
He was a common working man, a carpenter by trade, 'tis said.
No doubt His hands were calloused as He earned His daily bread.
After raising a little girl from death (another miraculous feat).
With great common-sense He said, "Give her something to eat!"
Like us, He needed quiet time and took an occasional retreat.
In a show of humbleness, He even washed His apostles' feet!
He shared what He had to see that the five-thousand were fed.
He was a frugal man, gathering up the left-over fish and bread!
Tho' certain of His peers thought He acted with impropriety,
He was a tolerant man who associated with the dregs of society.
If only we would emulate His marvelous eloquence and grace,
Perhaps brotherhood would prevail amongst the human race!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)