Best Familygod Poems
So many times I hear of broken relationships.
Harsh words spoken…
And broken friendships…
Even in many of the “Christian” homes…
There’s things being done
in the “danger zones.”
Families and friends being ripped apart…
A broken relationship… A broken heart…
I think about what is said in 1 Cor. Chapter 13 …
Do people read this scripture?
Does it mean anything???
Perhaps if people would
put their feelings aside…
And ask the Lord to remove
all bitterness and pride.
This could be the start of
a brand new beginning.
With God on your side…
You’re sure to be winning!
Everything in our lives, God has understood.
Let’s come together.. In prayer… As we should.
May we refrain from thinking whom to blame.
Walking in the love and forgiveness
there is in Jesus’ name.
We’re all equal before God. And our sins are many.
Those who are seeking God’s healing… Are there any?
It is Christ’ desire… Before this day is out…
To find what his way of living is all about!
Only his love can bind all
of our hearts together…
And be the “glue” that will
bind our lives forever!
By Jim Pemberton
01/11/11
A slight mist of fog is caught in the act of being by the light of the early morning
sun. Sometime during the dark of night it crept along from whence it came to the base of
the hundreds of cabbage palms spread out over the acreage of the brown grassy pastures across the county road where we reside. It slowly lifts
and dissipates as the earth turns her face to the ancient sun.
The new morn shows the Spanish moss dripping from grandfather Oaks and any other
trees close enough to share their hanging tattered ponchos of silvery moss.
This new light of 1/o1/11 reveals a faded blue sky with wisps of Cirrus clouds
forming above our little pond. Turtles raise their heads from the protection of their
shells to watch the flock of Sand hill Cranes flying to their planned feeding destinations
for this glorious day. A family of three land by the big pond across the road and begin
their long legged, leisurely patient hunt for the present day’s vittles. The rest of the
flock separates and all call to each other from different locations as they settle in for
the day as if to let each family know where they are and to reinforce that though they are
separated by distance: they are still of one flock and together.
This evening of 1/o1/11 these huge majestic birds will call each other back together
with loud raucous voices into one flock and parade back over and around our little house,
palms, palmettos and pastures in a grand and glorious flight, announcing their strength of
togetherness with the triumphant sounds of their staccato bugling for all of nature to
stand in awe of. And as part of this nature: I do. And it lifts me in faith, hope and
wonder of God and His creation.
Let this little message be our bugle call to you all. Happy New Year everyone, from
your fellow Humans in the natural wonderland of Okeechobee, Florida. God bless us all!
There he lies sleeping,
what used to be my blonde hair,
blue eyed little boy,
who is now no longer mine.
He is his own person,
a man in age, but not in actions.
His arms are covered in what
I consider meaningless tatoos;
"In memory of Matt" and
"Only God can judge me"
are just a few.
I wonder if he remembers Matt?
How can he remember and still
continue doing what he is doing?
Does he truely believe
only God can judge him?
If he did, he would change his ways.
The bullets around his wrist
remind me of a watch
Only instead of telling time
they tell fate.
I pray every night that
they are not his fate.
I pray that the funeral
I have planned in my head won't happen.
Yet I know it will take more than prayers
to stop the madness he has created.
It will also take courage and will on his part.
Only God knows if he will one day find them both.
I've asked God countless times for the answer,
telling him it would help me
find the courage and will to go on.
The answer has yet to come.
Is it because God knows if he gave it to me,
it would take away the courage and will
I don't think I have?
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Let me say that the family involved still tend the grave to this day;
There in the brook, face down he lay;
While the log train slowly continued on its way.
When he fell, he had hit his head.
Yet no one realized that the man was dead.
He'd been to town for some fun and drinking,
(Or so those who found him later were thinking.)
The ride back to the logging camp was pretty rough,
And the train's vibrations probably threw him off'
Two hunters in the woods in a light rain,
Came across his earthly remains.
Who he was they had no idea,
But they knew they couldn't leave him there.
They dug him a grave in the midst of the wood,
With a river rock for a headstone, it looked pretty good.
Every year, these two returned to care for that site,
Clearing the brush and making sure all was right.
They continued this task as long as they could,
Then others took over tending that grave in the woods.
The annual trek requires about an hour all told,
But the satisfaction of serving is worth more than gold'
His name, his family, or the place he called home,
Have, for more than a century, remain unknown.
Only God knows whether he was lost or saved,
But be certain that He knows the man in that grave'
We will all end up like that logger some day;
We will also be forgotten in a similar way.
Our lives should impact the lives around,
So memories will linger, once we're placed in the ground.
Tooting our own horn isn't the point of this story,
But rather, being remembered for displaying God's glory.
Arthur Ball(H.S.L.P.)
June 15, 2006
God Bless all at poetry soup.com keep up the great poems, Amen Robert.
I once knew of a dirty old man.
His way of living—I didn't understand.
To the altar, many times he cried.
You wouldn't believe the things he tried.
His involvement with sex became an addiction.
He began to raise quite a suspicion.
His wife he once loved
was now despised.
I can still see the tears in her eyes.
“What's happened to my husband?”she asked.
After she caught him in
shameful acts.
He became so confused,
not knowing where to turn.
As the sin in his heart daily burned.
At church... he was one you
could no longer find.
As God gave him over to a reprobate mind.
The details in his life
began to unfold.
Even beyond the age I would call “old.”
I often wonder what was uttered
in his last breath.
As his lustful life brought
an early death.
May you seek to live a Godly life.
Together—in God love—as husband and wife!
Run from temptation's evil grasp.
Enjoy a Godly love with will forever last.
His love will do what no other love can.
It will help you to be a Godly man!
By Jim Pemberton
2007
She was always praying
in her dreams, the middle of the day.
On Sundays it went without saying
her boys had gone astray.
She boasted ‘bout his education,
told them he was working full-time.
Never concealed her adoration,
led one to believe he was a little Einstein.
But everybody knows
her dinner table has an extra chair
and that her hope
abandons her with every prayer.
Everybody knows she’s stronger than denial;
the saint’s praying to a God who sacrificed his child.
She promised things would get better
when she caught him with tears in his eyes.
She said that she would do whatever
it took to have him smiling at her side.
She started asking more questions
and never judged a single answer.
But the boy had learned too many hard lessons
and she feared there was one yet to occur.
Cuz everybody knows
her dinner table has an extra chair
and that her hope
abandons her with every prayer.
Everybody knows she’s stronger than denial;
the saint’s praying to a God who sacrificed his child.
She just wants to see him smile,
she wants her boy to be happy.
But every attempt is futile,
the one thing he must’ve gotten from his daddy.
My Grandchildren Are My Heart
The Reason The Sun Shines And The Moon Glows.
My Grandchildren are As Precious as gold
They Are Gods Special Gifts
So Precious, So Sweet So Loveing.
I pray for my Grand Children Day And Night
That God Will Always Protect And Guide Them Through Their lIfe!
and lead their parents to A better Life then the one we started with
through God And Prayer I know
My Grandchildren Will Grow Up
To be a light To The World!
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He went away that September Day
and we all cried in our own way
He stood so very brave and tall
Not showing any fear at all
When we bow our heads at night
We pray that God will hold him tight
That he will take his hand
and lead him thru that foreign land
Until he's home again with us
We know in God that we can trust
The first time i laid eyes on you
you smiled and turned on your charm,
and from that moment I knew your
mommy and daddy and family had
exspierienced one of Gods greatest
Miracles ever,
to see such a precious face.
sparkling eyes, ten fingers, and ten toes,
on such a sweet little child.
I knew then aunt kimberly and i
would have to keep praying
that God keep you and your parents
healthy and bless you with all your needs.
And that God will always keep you
Alekzander out of harms ,
your a sweet little child so full of charm.
And a big bundle of joy!
The first time i heard you laugh
Im sure the angels sang!
with faith and love and joy.
because they heard the sweet sounds
of such a beautiful baby boy!
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~~MY GOD SEND ANGEL ~~
GOD HAS SENT ME ANOTHER ANGEL
TO BLESS MY LIFE EACH DAY,
HE BLESSES MY LIFE SO RICHLY
FOR HE ALWAYS WANTS TO PRAY.
HIS LITTLE HEART IS STILL SO TENDER
FOR HES ONLY TWENTY YEARS OLD,
AND HES NOT ASHAME OF HIS JESUS
HE SPEAKS IT VERY BOLD.
I KNOW THAT GOD HAS PLANS FOR HIM
IN THE FUTURE YET TO COME,
ALREADY JESUS IS PROUD OF HIM
FOR THE THINGS THAT HE HAS DONE.
I ASKED YOU LORD TO BLESS HIS LIFE
AND FILL HIM WITH YOUR LOVE,
I PRAY THAT ALL YOUR ANGELS LORD
WILL GUIDE HIM FROM ABOVE.
HE WILL BE AN WITNESS FOR YOU
AND BRING MANY SINNERS HOME,
TO LIVE WITH YOU IN HEAVEN LORD
AND NEVER NO MORE TO ROAM.
GRANT HIM THE WISDON TO OVERCOME
THE TRIALS THAT MAY COME HIS WAY,
AND MAY HE BE A BLESSING TO MANY
AND LORD GUIDE HIM SO HE WONT STRAY.
TOLSIN MY DEAR SWEET ANGEL FRIEND
GOD BLESS YOU THIS VERY DAY,
MAY YOU GROW MUCH IN GODS WISDOM
AND MAY HE BLESS YOU I PRAY.
WRITTEN BY COCOANN-ANNHART JUNE 2ND
FOR MY SWEET LITTLE ANGEL TOLSIN
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