Best Faithwoman Poems


Page Two

Sometimes Im so impatient like,
lets skip the friend basis and jump
into a relationship yeah that sounds kinda crazy 
relationships seems so
glamorous but ppl got impure motives thoughts & closets 
full of skeletons,
so not takin ya time could have you in a world full of hurt 
not to many ppl can deal with heartaches being cheated 
on
and emotional hurt so for Christ sake Im in love with a 
"Higher Love" Im visioning of a woman thats precious like 
a baby dove, yeah my heart's on my sleeve do you know 
what that means...every woman I pass by has a birds eye 
view in my dreams, I would change that if I could but I 
cant and I like that Im showing you the real me
so all I want in return is the same back, page 2 is 
concluded keep you ears plugged dont be foolish and I 
dont mean lustful desires when I say lets make beautiful 
music
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Now for the record It ain't nothin 
like a virtuous woman no matter
how cold this gets you feel so warm
in the heat of her bosom, no physical
beauty can compare to that treasure a woman thats in 
love wit Christ, tell me
does it get any better, when you fall
she'll be right there to catch you,
no matter how deep the sin, she'll stand and pray with 
you. This woman
is something else she's the epitome
of Godliness and to have her in your life
you should truly know that you're blessed
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God's Grace

A small fat woman prone at the feet of the world
Waiting for another footprint on her forehead
Flat, a deflated worn out balloon
A shell tossed aside because she’s broken
So many scraps and things piled into a trash bag 
Abandoned in a landfill
Pour out the rain
That woman floats away on a river of tears
Her own and everyone else’s
He hears our prayers
She is a twig of a tree snapped off in the storm
He lifts her up in waves of cleansing water
Dunking her down, drowning her sorrows
Back up for inhalation and exhalation,
His breath, inspiration
His hands mend her wounds 
Quilts her again into the fabric of His world
He sets her feet on gold and no one treads on her anymore


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