Best Faithwords Poems
Who will unravel the tangled skein
These silken threads of thoughts?
Each strand possesses a special sheen
But is obscured by knots..
The day seems done before it starts
The night seems swathed in gloom..
For though facts fade, memories last
And clouds then hide the moon.
Who will unravel this tangled skein?
I turn to You dear God
A light to guide, a post to lean
You are the staff for all.
So hold my hands when they do flail
And steer my stumbling steps
And send the wind to swell my sails
And light when the Sun sets.
Steady these shaking fingers, numb
With cold; dispel the fears,
The loneliness when none will come
I know, to dry the tears.
When wanes the moon, recedes the tide
When ebbs the strength I've got
When all goes bleak, be by my side
Dear God, untie the knots.
Unravel then, this tangled skein
Untangle the threads of thoughts
When hopes are lost, teach me to dream
Bring to order the chaos.
When dark clouds hide the midday Sun
And the day in doubts' enmeshed
Rekindle snuffed aspirations
The morrow'll dawn afresh.
Suffuse me with strength so i can scale
The mounts that mark my way
So march on brave, not rant and rave
When it isn't 'my day'.
And tell me God, I needn't hide
For fear- You are with me
And won't forsake your errant child
Who now, ahead, can't see.
That you will show the correct way
Steer me clear of what is wrong
Teach me the words I ought to say
And sing with me my songs.
That you will bring the tunes i need
With music, words to sound
That you will be the flowing ink
when my pen cannot be found.
See the procession. Yonder they come'
None plays a flute- no one beats a drum.
Just a small rag-tagged group of a dozen or so.
Who, for three years, have preached wherever they go.
They know this ministry will soon draw to a close.
What door God opens next, He only knows'
Yet there is an aura about this group of men.
Unlikely to be seen in Judea again.
Even the donkey, on which their Leader does ride,
At someone else's gate was so recently tied.
Hear the refrain which they commenced to sing;
"Glory' Hosanna' To the King of all Kings'"
Some throw their cloaks on the ground,
Others are laying palm branches down.
The High Priest inquires what this is about?
"If the people keep quiet, the rocks will cry out'"
All this accomplished words written long ago,
Every detail was fulfilled- and precisely so'
A Hero this day as He rides among men,
Though shortly these same ones will yell "Crucify Him."
Today- triumphal entry; but on Friday He dies'
Sunday is coming when He'll split the skies.
This is the story of Jesus our Lord,
Born, lived, and died; now alive evermore'
Coming to Jerusalem- a small band of men-
Jesus led captivity captive; a large procession then,
What has been building in the ensuing ages
As the History Books have been filled with numerous pages.
The Church has been built; mighty and strong,
For which Jesus will return before very long.
He'll claim His bride and carry her away.
Later with His saints beside Him, He'll return to stay.
The Procession expands each time it's in views.
How does this apply to me and you?
I've made my decision and taken my stand.
Are you willing to grasp His nailed scarred hand?
You know the words Jesus has said,
And you've heard how God raised Him from the dead.
Will you believe Him, trust Him, and be saved today?
Come join our precession: He's passing your way'
Art Ball (H.S.L.P.)
February 19. 2006
Drip. . .drip does the rain, falling to the ground from the weary gray clouds
Leaving in the air a lonely pain, as the people scurry off in cursing crowds
The sky speaks to us all, in muffled whispers and words from the gentle lips of God
“Do not let your spirits fall, take the wet with the good and nurse your hardened sod”
And the rumbles to remind, those who forget and forgot why their hearts still beat
That we are all intertwined, in friendship and love, and march to the pace of God’s mighty
feet
They splash all around me, on my shoulders and on my face
His words to thee, “Keep your souls open to divine and subtle grace”
Our pastor
When our Pastor speaks it’s always from the heart
To join us to Gods love and make us a living part
A part of a growing number that see a world at peace
Knowing all the hatred and confusion that must cease
He speaks as one of us and when his faith had gone astray
From this church I take his message and use it everyday
With his loving boldness and his passion to firmly teach
He instills in every heart up to God we need to reach
His sermons are without ritual and void of mans facade
And reads to us from a book that has come to us from God
Reaching up, reaching in and with compassion reaching out
This man will leave only good of this I have no doubt
I know that I will do my best with these words that have been spoken
And remember that Gods love mends all hearts that are broken
Our Pastor will remind us all and guide us to our source
So come to church hear the words and stay steadfast on your course
Rick Monachello 4/18/11
Copyright 2011
Repentance a change of mind, actions, and direction,
I had it wrong over and over again. It’s not enough to
Repent with just words and no actions. It was a real
Eye opener for me, it makes good sense a revelation.
Repentance and love both go hand in hand. Actions speaks
Louder than words nothing’s exempt from me and you.
The one word we dread, when speaking day by day.
Ask God’s help unsparingly, he’ll grant it when you pray.
Form:
Just when I think our love is forgotten
And others may criticize and say
You are doomed to hell and with you GOD will stray
I hold my head high and hold back my tears
I listen for your voice and abandon my fears
An old letter or memoir comes my way
Then suddenly you stop by to say
I still love you and I will never leave
Worry not of me and don’t grieve
And I rest not even thinking of the day
Out of no where a drawing and my words lay
Reminding me of our everlasting love
Your promises and peace as gentle as a dove
And even they may point and judge
I can be assured there is no reason to hold a grudge
I play your words again in my mind
How you promised to take me with you
And how true love is so hard to find
That no one can take from me
Our paradise and our right to be
Then I smile I laugh then I cry
Because I know you love me and won’t pass me by
If I hold on to your hand and your promises so sweet
And walk with my lashes, suffering, and aching feet
With crazy faith I wait for you
No matter what they say or may do
I hang on Lord because you hung on to me
Always in love dancing to your symphony
So when I feel all hope has gone away
You always stop by to say …
I love you this day…
Form:
All of my words are spent
It was words who rent…my soul
I have used them to bleed, need, plead
My case before those who judge, forcefully nudge, but never budge in the presence of
undying LOVE
No more…NO….MORE….
I will not take one more step, I will not move beyond
My humiliation
Is there no one to lift my head
A Prince, perhaps…
Stupid little girl, get a grip, take a tasty sip, maybe pooch your lip…
Faith, love, and hope
I have lifted my sword before
I have escaped darkness and know bondage no more
But live, to actually breathe in those three
Take hold of those powerful sources inside me
Requires great courage…of which…I have none
I thought I was a woman of light
A ray of hope piercing evil
I find myself lost in the mesh
Of all that is unbelievable
Wild, untouchable, undesirable
My heart is HIS
And I smile as I know what that means
I am not my own
And so, His blood has washed me clean
And I will know this sorrow NO MORE….
Written by Trudy Schrader 2010
Note: It is a hard lesson to learn...those who hold the power to love us to freedom also
has the power to destroy us. It's all in who you chose to give your power of choice to.
When we thought you gone we founded a den
When we thought alone our fault did toughen
When did you know, we were to fail you then?
When we thought alone our fear did strengthen
When we thought you gone we soon fought as men
Our self-search was a climb to a tower
Our search of self-made us creep and cower
Our time in self-convinced alone with power
Our search of self, made us beasts of sour
Our self-search was what brought the fire shower
Lord as we’ve lived let heaven be restored
Lord we’ve wronged and fallen from where we soared
Lord I beg mercy to spare me the sword
Lord we’ve wronged, let us one error afford
Lord as we’ve lived banish be reward
Deserted with words ashamed and blooded
Deserted, feeling broken and cheated
Deserted for man, envy inserted
Deserted feeling vengeful and thwarted
Deserted with words lost and unheeded
In dark I am broken cast from my kin
In silence the cold evil doth begin
In failing I am suffering within
In silence the noise of a falling pin
In dark I am plunged to weave all new sin
Form:
God’s Calling You Out
I was walking along one day
When I saw a truly awesome sight
A tall man in white began to say
“I will conquer all without a fight!”
These were big words for a city dude
Out here in this western town
Big talk like that gets a body viewed
Resting; permanently put down
He stood in the middle of the street,
His white coat blowing behind him
We stood frozen right down to our feet
As the light of day began to dim
We were now all hiding behind things
To protect us from all harms
Then mightily his voice sings
Praising God, he extends only his arms
One by one, he called to us all
You! Hiding in your work, come out
Embrace my love and stand tall
My dividends are bounds without!
You! Hiding behind your masks
Comedy and indifference alike
See that with love your tasks
Can be easy, like riding a bike
You! Hiding in your comfort zone
All nestled in fear and self hate
My love delivers; you’’ll not be alone
Take my hand and do not hesitate
You! Running away from me
What or whom do you run to?
As he spoke those words loudly
A terrible storm came into view
While we were standing there,
In the middle of that street
We were now fearfully aware
That our doom we might now meet
We looked to him, waiting
Then he moved toward us
I was not about hesitating
While others began to cuss
As I made my way to the man
Others ran for cover indoors
Once to Him, I took his hand
And saw His nail scarred sores
As I stood close to Him I saw
Only scars, no blood at all
But as I moved away it was raw
And blood began to fall
The others there could only see
That they were gonna die
They paid no mind to Him or me
I motioned now to those nearby
This man is our salvation I cried
And many moved toward us
And now with Him we abide
Our town had turned to dust
Here in the new town, we know
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
That he knows our towns will go
That’s why He’s calling us out!
Father
I pray that your will be done
That all that you command comes true
I pray that your healing reaches out to all in need
I pray that others are cured and healed
I pray that others seek your understanding
I pray that others give themselves to you fully
I pray for the devoted followers who seek your kingdom first
I pray for clarity to those in confusion and myself
I pray for gratitude everywhere
I pray that you come first
I pray that our actions are representative of you
I pray that we let go of what is unnecessary
I pray that you are our sanctuary
I pray that you are a part of us all day long
I pray that love be in our words and thoughts
I pray that you take full priority
I pray for all grieving and mourning
I pray for recovery and revitalization
I pray for peace and understanding
I pray that your life speaks volumes
I pray that we remember every hour
I pray that we count our blessings
I pray that we realize we're lucky
I pray for forgiveness for all self imposed chaos/entropy
I pray for simplicity
I pray that we rise and look to the skies
And think of you and your majesty
I pray that we think of you early in the morning
I pray that you get our time
I pray that our words are holy
I pray that we gather to thank you
I pray that we worship you where we are
I pray that we remember special memories
And never forget the gifts you have given us
And continue to give, we receive so much from you
Thank you for your story, legacy, and history
We are truely blessed
Form:
Here we go the words to shock yall.
The truth to which unaccepting youths are rebelling about, elders gave life away so young would have stock.
What they do for their country?
Picked a lie or God, general of descended Trinity
Sold generation x out for a future based on money.
All while underfunded schools and separatist trends sold on media wins.
Discredit our knowledge with highest divorce. Drop out and confinement rate which is falsely based.
The x marks the treasure spot
The extra large generation needed to evolve human crop
Of untrusting of the past children
Blind to anything that not taxed, hacked or bought.
The generation assured longer life
While we guaranteed to die fast
Due to information withheld from us.
So ideas of equality don't last.
We are the last of divine men
When generation x is dead
Then to live is evil and to have lived.
Is to be devil
Time for the truth in Socrates sand
To inspire the forgotten son
To protect the prophetic
And here their words of prideless one
Don't move together, move as one soul
Of divine cast outs and your truth of divinity ensures
Destruction of devils land.
Its beyond religion and gods hand
I was so serene in thinking
when I visited today that tiny space
that lives in my mind
when words of tragedy and despair
become daunting just to hear
so I escaped to my special place
so lost in thoughts as the tide
of the ocean comforted me there
yet to be called on from my seen tranquility
which so contrasted twisted frowns
and I spoke without thinking
but the words came not from me
as if in rote ABC's as I wondered
as if I was speaking in tongues
and I felt the spirit move as I was on the
verge of a prayer..... and I simply said
AMEN, by the grace of God go I
By Susan Mills
Form:
How can you love us or be our friend
When we ruin all that we have been given?’
I waited what seemed a lifetime for an answer
I looked towards the heaven, hoping for a sign
Maybe the sound of his voice showing me the way
But nothing had seemed to happen
And nothing seemed to change.
So I tried to put myself in his shoes
And looked for the answer for myself
Perhaps this is what people do all over the world
Perhaps this is what some people do everyday.
I closed my eyes and sent a message quietly in prayer
Hoping to get the answer that I have been searching for.
But instead a million voices screamed out to me
Asking question after question, over and over again.
I fell to my knees and covered up my ears
But the voices didn’t stop
I tried to open my eyes to stop the screaming sounds
That were going in and out of my brain.
It was then I heard a voice above the rest
Speaking quietly and slowly through the noise
His voice was warm and gentle
And made me feel calm all over
I can’t remember everything he said
But only the last five words remained implanted in my brain.
I don’t know whose voice this was
But I had a good idea and the last words he said to me were
‘It’s not easy being me.’
Written by Robert Meader June 2008
Form:
The wonder of his welcome by the wise men
The wonder of his wisdom when he was young
The wonder of his words to the wasting world
The wonder of his warnings to the wicked ones
The wonder of his walk on the water… not wavering
The wonder of his works everywhere he went
The wonder of his worship by the wise women
The wonder of his wining and dining with worldly men
The wonder of his ways, in the desert and wilderness
The wonder of his wounds… to make the weak get well
The wonder of his warm words on the cross of Calvary
The wonder of his war against wickedness and woe
The wonder of his wake… from the grave; he won the war
The wonder of his wings… when he went into heaven
The wonder of his wonders when he’d came back to the world
Music is so full of
love,
of sadness, of
anger, of joy.
Music helps to calm
you, to excite you,
to help you live
life.
Music is serenity,
and wisdom and
power,
Music is all that I
need on a lonely
day.
The rhythm of the
Music, swallows up
my pain,
the sound of the
instruments acts
like a natural
painkiller,
soothing, easing,
holding me tight
till I can't feel no
more.
The lyrics speak to
me in a way that no
one can,
in explosions of
sound, with no
purpose,
but it helps me move
on.
Nobody can reach me
but the artists I
hear, everyday.
With their words of
truth, their words
of inspiration,
their words of . . .
dependance?
Yes. That is all it
is. Dependance.
Dependance on the
beats, the words,
the shell of sound,
that surrounds my
pathetic life.
My life is in the
hands of someone
else.
Someone with control
of my strings.
Pulling me away from
myself, from my
parents, from God.
All it takes is this
knife.
One cut, and the
strings are gone.
Well maybe two. Or
three.
By the time I
finish, I'm a mess,
worse off than
before.
Satan's got control.
I try to hide the
scars that remind
me,
of what I have to
lose. I cover them
up with the dark.
I don't want the
secrets exposed.
But...
God sees through the
darkness. He sees
past my
insecurities,
past my weaknesses,
past my sin. He
grabs hold, and
never lets go.
He leads me out of
the darkness, and
toward the light.
He shows me the way,
the way out of the
pain,
the struggle for
breath, as I get
swallowed up by the
smothering evil of
sin.
He is there to catch
me, when I fall
down,
and pulls me to my
feet, ready to
battle through
another day, week,
month, year.
Waiting, and
waiting, for someone
to rescue me. But He
has already come.
He's been here,
waiting, for me, as
I wait for him.
His name is Jesus,
and He's here to
stay.