Best Faithworld Poems
Everyone at one time or the other have had a good time.
The world is round, the sun will rise, and all think things are fine.
For some of us in America that pretty much is true,
Are we really having a good time? When are we going to realize the sky is not blue?
There's a quite haze hovering over our dear planet.
It's groaning, rupturing and spewing out it's anger, it's a warning we just don't get.
The earth is being drilled, dug into, for it's natural resources.
So what happens? It fights back, hurricanes, tornadoes, and bad weather of course.
Earthquakes, rumbling worldwide, polar ice caps shrinking,
Don't know about you, but it gets me to thinking?
God formed this planet for us, not for us to rape it.
He made this paradise for all of us, to find the Holy Spirit.
Having a good time? At who's expense? God's of course.
He gives us love, wisdom, and of course we make matters worse.
We should be grateful and thankful He lets us even have any harvest,
Anything we can have, if we follow His lead, that's the Lord's real request.
Respect this world and all that is in it.
For it given to us from God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit.
Reap our harvest, return to our Christian Roots and values, see and hear.
Having a good time in the Lord's world, no war, no pestilence, no hunger, and
especially we have no fear.
If you want to build your very own paradise
Don`t worry
Heaven is only words
If you need a rainy day
Just look into the sky and you will see...
God is a Manager
Who rules the universe
And the angels
Oh, the angels,
They are just Human Resources
World is just a project
In His eyes
You don`t need to know more than this
Just follow your tasks
And everything will be just fine
Paradise is in your heart
And you will never know that
Love is the key to open the Gate
To another life...
You will be the Manager then
and your world will never be a paradise
because your project is full of tears
The world is such a beautiful project
And God is the Manager
Perhaps, the world would be a better place for you and me
if I helped you, then you helped me, and profit not decreed.
If you were sick I’d care for you the golden rule the creed.
We’d plant gardens, grow our food, all share when there was need.
Mothers, Fathers, daughters, sons, their joys would then exceed
the need for filthy lucre the false fostering of greed.
There was a time when this was so and profit flowed from deed
and kindness was credit given with fulfillment, love freed.
The world has grown too big it seems, now all we do is bleed.
We bleed the goodness from ourselves by actions and misdeed.
Return, I say to times of yore and to your family speed
for there is no value in false abundance….just see the mustard seed.
Good, better, best
in that order i guess
but what made this day good?
just the death of a man that could
make the rest of the world in peace
the Romans the world and the deceased
they frowned on his actions
now we worship his fraction
but the battles still wage
on this Friday- today
for today is good Friday
Give it some time,
It is too early.
The wicked world
Will show its glory.
With its sweet demeanour,
It welcomes you all.
She shows its dark,
When you respond to its call.
It decimates the fallen
With it’s sweet chirp.
Its devours its beings
With out a burp.
The world is a trial,
Devoid of faith.
Its cunning ways
Suit the deniers of straight.
In the conniving world,
We are hopelessly lost.
The sweetness of eemaan
Has gone for a toss.
As shirk looms high,
Our fear prevails.
Our trivial heart,
Is behind many veils.
Once in a blue moon
In a chance encounter
We fall in prostration
And begin to ponder
The destitute of the world
Seem to give us bother
We decide for now that
The world needs a soother
But in truth,
We are bound.
Culture over faith,
And insane over sound.
With an almighty ego,
And a conspicuous mask
To crush our ‘self’
Is an onerous task
Yet so many times,
the warners cried.
The enemies are coming
With a crushing might
No proclamation
Could be more correct.
Yet not a word
Can we interpret.
We simply ridicule them
As the tales of the old
For the fire of the hell?
O how very bold!
Happy to submit
to anarchy and lawlessness
We are Joyous with the trend,
snobbish about our carelessness
Time will stop,
Culminating on the day.
When Allah will assemble,
The progeny of the clay.
Can we carry on like this?
Belittling ourselves every day.
We were created to worship
But deliberately went astray.
Life of this world,
Was shorter than a drop.
In my grave,
The time does not stop.
I surely cannot regret,
I definitely cannot repent.
My time is over,
My soul is spent.
Trust not the world
Submit to your lord
Except Allah,
There is no other God.
For the corrupt and evil,
Who are always running.
Who take no heed
To any counsel or warning.
Give it some time,
It is too early.
The wicked world,
Will show its glory.
SONS MANIFEST!
In the beginning it was not so
Now the earth groan and humanity moan
Confusion rumble, all is berserk
Limits is stretched, yet it unbreak
In chains, cry many dreams
Oppression the wicked flaunts around
Denigrating, once a bright world
Who can rescue man again?
His pain, echoes unbearable
Which is the way out?
So obvious all groan and roam
How much is redemption?
Its price value is in his blood.
Are there sons in Zion?
Led and powered by the spirit?
I mean true sons from Zion
Yes! I have, all worthy and holy
Sons arise! Heal the world
Liberating the oppressed
Empowering the impoverished
Delivering the depressed
Oh my sons! The earth waits
Anticipating your manifestation
Sons manifest! Yes, manifest!
The fullness of my power
Bringing all to my tower
That my blessing, I will shower
Go display my worth
Liberate the world
Taking strong holds as territories
Establishing my authority and superiority
Manifest my name, same as my fame
Son manifest! Shrinking hell’s expansion
Lord, we will manifest as sons
Hoisting your banner of love
Not breaking our ranks, we will stand
A band of warriors, causing a change
Unleashing sealed destinies
Breaking ageless yokes
Your power alone, we will manifest
True sons, marked for excellence
Souls your heartbeat
We will catch as fish.
Go forth my sons, and manifest
Reconciling destinies to me
An impoverished world
As patched earth
Waits you as rain to reign
Like seed their liberty will sprout
Ending a circle, yet so vicious
My sons manifest!
Manifest my sons!
The world earnestly yearns and wait
Your triumphant landing
As my true sons
Sons again, manifest!
Author:The Holy Spirit.
Felix Joseph Osaeghemede ([email protected] )+2348037825027.
Written-10-2008; 6.30pm-11-26pm.
“The world earnestly await our manifestations as God’s sons, for our destiny must nourish
theirs”
Felix o joseph.
The creators handmaiden on an ass,
In modern world would look so crass.
Her trusted guardian by her side,
From kings and connivers she had to hide.
For place to rest they tried their best,
Carrying forward God's chosen test.
Across they saw a manger lay,
To the cattle inside no stranger they;
No moo,no bleat,not a single bray:
For these animals too,was a day to pray.
So small was this cherub at his time of birth,
Sent as the messiah,to heal this earth.
A shining star came into sight,
For the wisest of wise,a guiding light.
With gifts and treasures they did arrive,
To see the redeemer in a manger alive.
Healing those reeling and wracked with pain,
He brought succour to the believers,until was slain.
Although the world is on a massive divide,
Someday he'll return to be mans guide.
All those who made earth their Paradise,
Will surely be judged for their treacherous lies.
---- Princefreakasso{Artist and Poet}
Imagine a dream to real to see.
A mind cast victim to the world that be.
Memories breaking, from the sky they leap.
Content with blindness through the world they seek.
Oh heavenly thought, you break us down,
giving us space of which we willfully drowned.
A fate of fact, a fact of fate, a fate that fades,
until all we have is the heavens that remain.
Today, on Fathers Day, I honor my Father.
All of my life, he has been right by my side.
At times, I pretended that he didn't exist.
I continued on with my life, harboring pride.
When I was a child, sometimes I would cry.
Others thought that it was fun to mock.
As a fatherless child, I was singled out.
No one understood that He was my rock.
Sometimes the world was cold and cruel.
I spent a lot of time trying to run away.
Those were the times, I was closest to Him
because, I would fall on my knees and pray.
I couldn't understand why I was searching.
What I was seeking, I could never find
The whole world was my playground,
until I learned I had to leave it behind.
What I needed had always been there,
my Heavenly Father, I bask in his glow
He showers me with blessings everyday.
He loves me and keeps me, now I know.
Dear Lord
Your peace
brings total wholeness
nothing broken nothing taken apart
Your peace brings a sense of calm deep within our heart
your peace is perfect it makes us feel at ease
bringing us to a place we belong
and we sing unto you in joyful song
we could search high
we could search low
we could search the world through and through
but the peace in this world is nothing
compared to the peace that comes only from you. Amen
Lasting peace comes only from God.
Isaiah 9 verse 6-7.
For a child is born to us,
a son is given to us.
The government will rest on his shoulders.
And he will be called:
Wonderful Counselor,* Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
7 His government and its peace
will never end.
He will rule with fairness and justice from the throne of his ancestor David
for all eternity.
The passionate commitment of the Lord of Heaven’s Armies
will make this happen! Amen.
eagles don't fly with vultures
they rise above the carnage of sadistic sub-cultures
just like angels headed straight into the sun
never lost or led astray cause they always fly alone
born to rule with iron wings
while vultures search and stalk for those dead and dying things
eagles dominate the sky like kings and queens
fearless and tearless they rip through threads of time
never jumping over dollars just to pick up dirty dimes
powerfully divine those birds of prey they hit their targets
while vultures congregate in mans mutilation markets
bad barkers make their threats and try to kill...
but the eagles blood they just won't spill
supremely they're selected from the one true king of kings
and when He gives the order eagles will destroy those fiends
they fly in my dreams as fathers of freedom
they rise above the world where those vultures keep screaming
life and love on eagles wings or death and darkness on vultures bloody beaks
and when i am surrounded by those wicked fools and fiends
when the loveless and the lawless try spreading their disease
i look up to the sky and my doubt is made quite sure
i walk this world alone and Gods truth is what i nurture
some flavors just don't mix and eagles just don't fly with vultures
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No love more precious, no love more dear
Than the love Jesus showed when he was here
He gave joy to others; we’d call that cheering
He took care of others; we’d call the caring
He wouldn’t tell lies, or try to deceive
He would tell the truth, and hope we’d believe
Wherever He was someone was there
Yet he was not handsome, but kind and fair
Jesus Christ was sent from God above
To share with the world God’s amazing love
He came to let the whole earth know
To accept Him was assurance of a place to go
Where there will be no hurt or hate
And where joy, and happiness abound great
For the sins of the world to the cross he was led
So that means for us his blood was shed
So let us to Jesus go and pray
And ask that He wipe our sins away
So that one-day we may dwell above
And be surrounded by His amazing love.
Standing on the pier one sunny day,
Santa Barbara was sunny, and many children were on the beach at play.
I realized that a lot of blessings I've been given,
It felt good that I had everything and I had a life worth living.
The salt air filled the day along with a calm breeze,
Smelling the scent of salt and the crashing waves on the beach made me very at
ease.
God has fashioned a world that is majestic in it's scope,
Beautifully painted put together for us and it's no joke.
Take a good look around, take a good look and see,
Masterfully painted for us to enjoy a world made for you and me.
We as humans (not all), see our world being totally trashed,
Paper, cigarette butts, line up along the pillars that in itself is rash.
Unwittingly people don't think, and throw these items on the ground.
When just a few feet away there is a trash can, they are all around.
Why do people do this? When they fail to stop, think and see,
That the first rain storm sends all of this trash to the open sea.
Take a minute if you would and think? Reflect if we all did the same thing,
Our oceans would become a large toilet and what diseases it would bring.
Our Lord is wrathful, angry, seeing His masterpiece, His planet, being abused.
On this pier I reflect how fragile our oceans are, and I'm not at all amused.
Water on the planet is becoming more and more harder to find,
Clean water is becoming scarce, our race (Human), is really in a bind.
Nations shortly will go to war over this precious gift, it will become harder to find.
Add droughts, famine, water shortages, and the lack of rain, we must be blind.
All will add to the suffering of our race, a cause of a lot of pain.
Because ignoring God's laws He'll hold back the much needed rain.
So please for all of our sons and daughters and for all our sakes,
Make sure to put your trash in the cans provided a minute is all it takes.
I'm sure the garbage in your homes go to the proper can,
Why trash the ocean and the earth with garbage, help out your fellow man.
A little bit of thought and conscious mind, is the right thing to do,
It will make our Lord happy, and it starts with people like me and you.
God gave us this masterpiece for us to enjoy, a place of His beauty,
So keeping trash off the ground, is our gift to Him and it's our Christian duty.
Do not be afraid or terrified
For the Lord your God is with you.
He will never leave you nor forsake you.
Even when you face horrors,
Troubles bigger than mountains,
Even then be strong,
Do not be discouraged,
For what good will that do the Lord.
He who created the earth and the universe
Can build a whole new world for you
Take hold of His Word.
And His love that is eternal
For the Lord delights in His children.
Those who love the LORD.
Shall see goodness in His life.
They shall be blessed
And with their very own lips
They shall say:-
"Praise the Lord my God
Who has spoken light into my life
and separated me from the darkness.
He has made a whole new world for me."
it was him who brought me through the trials and tribulations of the world and help me to
see and believe that even tho im not always approved of by those of my world but i am
loved by him no matter my mistakes or wrong doing he forgives and understands that my
faith is doubted by many who feel you must live by certain standards to be seen as his child
is his eyes.