Best Holy Scripture Poems
Recently being on holiday at Strathpeffer
one day taking a countryside walk
so pleasant walking among the woods
time passed by noticing no clock
Having walked quite a fair distance
decided to turn around to walk back
then halfway along met a man
who was struggling along the track
this man stopped us with a question to ask
'Who is the greatest man in world history?'
so we said that man is Jesus Christ
no doubt at all our answer to this task
Then in midst of the conversation spoke
the purpose of earth, stars, and moon
agreeing that God did make it all
in His greatness everything by a stroke
1 Corinthians 13 speaks of perfect love
Galatians 5 tells of true spiritual fruit (vs22-24)
our walking friend clearly agreed
showing we all knew the right shoot
Then our friend posed one more Q
what does God require of His own?
justice to be done also love kindness
brings humility to walk along God's zone(Micah 6:8)
These characteristics found in holy scripture
Micah chapter six verse eight
such a blessing to meet this friend
sharing so much of God's open gate
(On holiday at Strathpeffer in the Scottish highlands last year, my wife Christine and I met a man on a country walk and this is our experience.)
"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law. And those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires."
Galatians 5: 22-24(esv)
"He has told you, O man, what is good;
and what does the Lord require of you
but to do justice, and to love kindness,
and to walk humbly with your God?"
Micah 6: 8 (esv)
Categories:
holy scripture, bible, nature, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
"Evolution is the stupidest thing for anyone to believe in."
The above was said to me by a very devout Christian
of undisclosed religious denomination.
My response to this individual was the following:
"Evolution isn't something one can choose to believe in
because it has nothing to do with faith but everything to do with science,
and unlike every Holy Scripture it's not open to interpretation.
Science is and always will be strictly based on proof and evidence,
and the proof and evidence prove only one thing.
The process of evolution has been going on since the dawn of creation,
and continues to this day evolving everything,
be it everything alive or non living.
This is something I know NOT something that I believe
because science has proved all of this to me.
Evolution doesn't prove that God doesn't exist.
In my opinion,
Evolution gives God credibility because it's truly a miraculous process."
Categories:
holy scripture, faith, science, god, god,
Form:
Rhyme
APOSTOLICITY
I stood at the peak of the mountain and shouted – This is our time Lord. Glory is thou name.
The sun was shining brightly.
My words came as the breeze in the wind.
I knew the Lord was beckoning me to do his earthly work.
I sanctified my purpose to evangelical.
I walked under gloomy cumulus clouds thinking about my next step.
That perfected step that would take me closer to the Lord and his intellect.
The day became glorious but a depressing state remained.
I knew the Lord was beckoning me to take a stance.
Once I made it to the home front, I retrieved the Holy Scripture and began reading The Book of Isiah.
Chapter 14 Verse 27 bellowed these words:
“All the forces of darkness cannot stop what God has ordained.”
I paused in passage to scribe.
This is what I wrote about - SECOND ECCLESIASTES: LIVING A RIGHTFUL LIFE .
The Lord gave me a voice to apply in or to life.
If I am not for right, who am I.
Wrong is not a just God.
Second Ecclesiastes is about rightful means bring rightful things.
Second Ecclesiastes is about wrongful ways abominates.
Like Prophet Solomon in his day and time via the Book of Ecclesiastes in the Old Testament, I seek wisdom.
Gainful knowledge received throughout living a rightful life in a perilous world.
Apostolicity is defined as of or characteristic of an apostle.
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Penned on November 08, 2014!
Categories:
holy scripture, earth, god, wisdom, work,
Form:
Pastoral
This is the day the Lord gave.
His blessing is guiding our way.
He has manifested the extraordinaire.
He is why we live.
His intervening in human affairs has brought forth humanitarian events...
Insofar, our episodic existence augments our intelligence.
Stated to be a poetic boon, god sent for sure.
Divine intervention scribe on our scrolls, we are pathfinders to fulfill our inner core.
Life formed to live, we are human beings.
Our footprints came long-ago via the Apostles and Prophets of the Lord.
Great Awakening took place and religion emerged.
No statue is limit in our theological presence.
We must keep company to our beliefs.
Therefore, a psalmist endurance becomes his or her poetic content.
We may write in prose, verse and flow, or both.
Our spirits will explore.
Our souls will be exposed.
Divine intervention is deification interference.
Interpolation defines our cause.
Wisdom sallied forth.
Pure utterance is a godsend.
We are scribes of history.
We are the writers of a holy scripture for humanity.
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Verlena S. Walker
PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 16, 2014!
Categories:
holy scripture, baptism, inspirational, prayer, religion,
Form:
Free verse
SAY AMEN!
Sometimes the world tries to come in with confusion and
misconceptions but the hand of God is seen and the world disappears.
When the soul becomes dishearten, and spirit lies heavy within, I am in the
Lord’s hands.
You may watch to see my steps hindered.
You may wish all bad things.
However, through the grace of God, my path will not alter.
I will claim the victory.
I was told by a great woman if the Lord is for you the world cannot cause you
any harm.
This woman past long ago but I continue to hear her words.
A treacherous journey I have travel to affirm the work of God.
I have many roles to partake to form via his commandments.
Life is not to be a manifestation of ill will.
The Lord is my vestibule when I am tested in faith.
I find this passageway.
In solace, he comforts me and provides succor.
In prayer, I worship.
Never a defeated purpose is found even when sylphs are broken.
I am faithful to the knowledge of knowing that I am being consoled by
Jehovah.
Emphatic is internal dialogue.
Unequivocal, is the Messiah in his leadership.
The Holy Scripture, as inscribed by his prophets and apostles, is dictum that
guides in anything.
Peace be unto you this day.
Believe in a greater determination and pray.
Worship the Lord Almighty through a righteous way.
At all times, give God the praise.
Say Amen!
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PENNED ON AUGUST 10, 2014!
Categories:
holy scripture, baptism, blessing, christian, courage,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Preeminent is the birth of Christ.
We worship his life and seek his devise…
His dominant presence arises.
Aroused is our spirit.
Our soul is incandescent.
We are obligatory to the glory of God.
Luminescent is the essence of The Holy Scripture.
We sing gloriously.
We pulsate victoriously.
The Gospel is our voice harmonically.
Christ died on Calvary.
Hoisted to achieve amazing deeds, our life is a radiance of Heaven’s lights.
We worship the life of Christ.
Ascendant to prophesy of the world, peace is influential while war destroys.
Famine is metaphorically dumbfounded for the knowledge of God’s apostles.
Walk in rightful luminosity.
Insofar, your life is brilliance perceived.
We shout gloriously.
We pine exultantly.
The Gospel is our harmonic expression.
Christ died for our salvation.
Today we praise Christ, the Son.
Today we praise God, the Father.
One does not supersede the other.
Thru the Holy Spirit, we thump.
Through the Holy Spirit, God sends his Son.
The beat of our heart pounds in prayer as we bow.
Knees bent, by all means, amidst effervescent shimmering.
Croon praise!
Beatify the Lord’s way!
Our reliance is devoted to the Gospel resonated!
In mantra fortifies giving the highest praise to the life of Christ!
Refrain via song augments the Father and the Son.
Thru the Holy Spirit, we thump.
Through the Holy Spirit, God sends his Son.
The beat of our heart pounds in prayer as we bow.
Knees bent, by all means, amidst effervescent shimmering.
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Penned on September 07, 2014!
Categories:
holy scripture, deep, devotion, god, inspiration,
Form:
Ballad
I swim in the murky waters, diving deep, nails claw mud. Lowly, I may be bowing, but I am not drowning. No, I am not beat, the struggle is not defeat. My toes dig into the earth, to feel the tangible for what it?s worth. Eyes search to find light, struggling not losing the fight. Head lifted, I seek the sky. Let this stifled soul fly. The gray clouds follow me, blinding me, I cannot see. Living with the acrid smell of my own stale air. Life may be a gift, but it?s not always fair. Looking to God, I break through the bolted door, caught between Heaven and Hell, feet planted firmly on the floor. When did I forget to live, to feel the sun upon my face? When did I decide to hide from the human race? Strokes of times clenched in fear. I wonder if the end is near. Renew my faith, Lord. I know I am not beat! The struggle is never defeat. I swim upon the murky waters, I fight the bondage of chains, I struggle with a net that was set by the unknown. I beseech heavenly Father on divine throne, Will my words of despair reach his invisible ear? Till I am set free this pain I must bare, The Holy Scripture says have no fear, but that becomes difficult when the many monstrosities appear. It also said to gear thy self with prayer which can move mountains and withdrawal the darkest cloud, but still the gray clouds follow me a darkness swallows me, it seems to devour me. The Lord is my shield and buckler so nothing can overpower me. I will not run cowardly. If the gray clouds still follow me, I'll deploy my umbrella rain boots and a poncho it can continue to rain as long as the Lord keeps me dry...
Collaboration by:Elliott Bowe ThE DrUnKeN PoEt & Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Categories:
holy scripture, life, rain, prayer, may,
Form:
Free verse
crouching down to
“get on the same level” as the child standing before her/him,
with one hand brushing away a few flies that have
nestled themselves in the hair of the kid
as the sun beats down
burning & burning, for the child at this time
wears no sunscreen, wears no shirt,
standing there almost completely naked---
struggling to understand the broken language
spewing from the missionary’s mouth,
s/he realizes, even at such a young age,
that this person probably spent a year at best
learning the language native to this part of the world &
what they did learn to say,
outside the common everyday functional phrases,
were words, sentences & translation of the
“holy scripture”
so as to form the basis here for a
“christian way of life”
in a land of complete & utter poverty, disease, unbridled warfare &
outright chaos.
what babbling gobbledegook must seem to flow
from the mouth of the eager missionary
(as the child sees the lips move)
wanting to get another notch in their belt,
while at the same time feeling as if they are doing a good thing,
that they are living the way that a fictional character in a book supposedly written
thousands of years ago
would have them do---
it must be like when a dog comes to the kitchen
licking its lips,
wanting nothing but to be fed
&
the owner babbles baby-dog talk to them
ruffling their fur with hands &
itching the belly,
then, with treat in hand,
dangles it in front of them
literally asking them to beg,
roll over, jump up, or
sit like a good dog should.
Categories:
holy scripture, life, child, dog, child,
Form:
Free verse
(Christ's nature pictured in a little child.)
Should Christ desire his nature known,
His manner so meek and mild.
Could he not take one of his own,
Reveal himself in a child?
Wide eyed in faith of things to come,
Resides in that heart so new.
A total trust in his Father,
With unreserved reliance too.
No doubt in motive concerning a friend,
Enters that mind so sweet.
In the child, you can depend,
The mirror of Christ to see.
Forgiving, always forgiving those,
With whom they have to do.
Loving everything around,
And, with enthusiasm too.
Esteeming no one really bad,
Or requiring work to do.
Children have hope and charity,
And smiles of thanksgiving too.
Could someone find a better way,
For Christ's love to be shown,
Except for Holy scripture, to say,
No better way is known.
In the child the effect of grace,
Is so clearly manifested;
While sinful human depravity,
Can hardly be detected.
Look in the world from end to end,
Searching as you may:
No surer picture can be found,
No purer judgment made.
Than in the beauty of the child,
One ever so meek and mild;
In whom love lies unconditionally,
And where there is no guile.
If this dear thought you don't believe,
Or dare not pursue:
Well, its no marvel at all to me,
Christ was once a child too.
Matt.18:3-6 "Verily, I say unto you, except you
be converted and become as little children,
ye shall not enter into the kingdom of
heaven.. Whosoever therefore shall humble
himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven, and whosoever
shall recieve one such little child in my name, recieveth me. But, who so shall offend one of
these little ones which believeth in me, it were better for him if a millstone were tied
around his neck and he were drowned in the bottom of the sea.
(Poem inspired by Braydon Ledbetter at age
of 1 Yr.)
Copyright © Lionel ... [2004-02-
Categories:
holy scripture, metaphor,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
The truth has experienced a hard time these days
With alternative facts, distorted reality twittering in viscous ways
You would expect down right good sense to somehow prevail
As common sense is no longer common and seems to have gone to hell
Spin doctors and scandal adjusters are raking in billions
To present an alternative truth to the American millions
They are now attacking the press for speaking truth to power
And those in high positions have tried to fortify their towers
Narcissistic liars are now in control
I just pray that God watches over all of our souls
Now Jesus is the truth and Jesus is the Word
Just do not believe those political shysters no matter what you've heard
To be a fact checkers like those folks called Bereans
To read and search the Holy Scripture and not just believe what you're seeing
To see reality and call it what it be
To simply tell the truth without any discrepancy
To now be true to yourself with a self examination
To acknowledge your strengths and weaknesses with full explanation
No longer to let society whitewash facts and diminish your history
As a child of God you're a strong African American with your own story
The truth will set us free and we need to realize
That lies and falsehoods are like a Cracker Jacks box prize
Shiny on the outside pretty at first sight
But unlike the truth never to stay upright
Categories:
holy scripture, political, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
My POETRY SOUP EASTER POEM for April 10, 2017:
I.
Some Say Easter; but can you spare Him a glance?
It’s Jesus Christ Time; Always Jesus time for real Living
Ecce Homo! Pontius Pilate said, with a worried smile -
As he washed his own hands from the looming crime
Permitted the Synagogue to protect its turf, ground of religion
Priests who rejected the Prophets, bullied my beautiful LORD
To the cruel cross, to crucify the Living Word
Disfigured by man: Roman, Jewish, Gentile …
More than forty lashes of a whip like a cat-of-nine
Humbled for my sins, undressed for all, spat upon,
Mocked and crowned with a thorny crown …
Yet His divine majesty glowed through the ugliness
(mine). Blood vessels, even tiny capillaries, were burst ...
II.
But He alone gave up His Spirit, dismissed the Ruach
To die like a man, then rise like only God can – man’s worst
Did not surprise our Trinity; Such love takes eternity
To be understood; we hate pain and curse the Creator
Yet He came down, joined us, to rise with every sinner
- Like you good folks, I welcome this season and the Cross
- But do we care that willful sinning is treason to Jesus?
In spite of it all, His love gives, receives, and forgives
O trust Him, O do trust Him: every believer lives
That is God’s heart – always His ardent desire
To relegate only Satan’s rebels to hellfire ...
III.
Our Jesus, my Jesus, is man yet God in Glory
Flee to Him. Abide and rest in him, meditate on His story,
a minute a day will suffice: He is an easy taskmaster
(My yoke is easy; My burden is light, says Holy Scripture)
Could you please spare a minute? Do you have time
Away from shopping and decorating, cooking and looking?
Looking to the News for signs of a fresh beginning?
Thanksgiving is not a Feast, each day is for thanksgiving!
O, a minute with Jesus will offer eternity
Like the ardent Lover, He asks for your glance only
To unleash a flood of His best; His promised abundance -
Heaven and hell hang in the balance: could you spare Him a glance?
None like Jesus; ever giving – ever waiting – that perchance
I would repent like St. Peter. Citizen, can you spare Jesus a glance!
Categories:
holy scripture, betrayal, bible, christian, death,
Form:
Rhyme
her smile
noose on my heart
her compliments
holy scripture
her despair
our despair
comforting,
loving ,
everything I need in life...-ing
Great.
then what about my girlfriend?
Categories:
holy scripture, best friend, betrayal, black
Form:
Free verse
They were deceive by their city government.
They were people that were burden by the struggles of the universe. [Image]
Why?
No one knew.
It just was their way of life.
They farmed and industry was that of invention.
They will see growth from unity and togetherness.
If this was not form from strife, the city would be dead beaten.
The worst would not become any better.
Money was not feasible.
They must share to live a healthy life.
It was not right to try to build an economy.
Money meant nothing.
The story is not a tale of two cities.
The story is of the City of Leland.
We are the family from the Hills.
My great grandparents came via The Trail of Tears.
Wolfe’s Plantation and the quarter houses that were built during enslavement
is still there in Crystal Springs.
My great grandparents tenant farmed.
Emma and Lenny did well.
Lenny died.
Emma left the Hills.
The Mississippi Delta is where she died.
My mother did as well.
The tears I did not let drop.
Weeping was in my heart.
Eternity now.
The holy scripture of humanity is written.
No more do I see yesterday or the present.
I am high because I know what is beyond the sky.
The colored Sextons and Die Mr. I.
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PENNED ON DECEMBER 27, 2013!
Categories:
holy scripture, black african american, color,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Envisions of a new world order
Have infected
My ideologies
Concerning political parties.
Apathetic to the suicide bomber
Clutching his holy scripture
As Jesus is turned
Into an aborted fetus.
Starving for liberation,
Feed us.
The refugee diet
Is to die for, try it.
Stomachs bellow
As anxious toes embrace dirt,
The ravenous pride of the nation
Echoes anticipation.
A scrambled breakfast
Governed by corruption
Served with a life time
Supply of fervent AIDS
Lunch smothered in rape
With a free side of abduction
For the main course:
Genocide platter
Mass produced for thousands
Guaranteed to be
The last meal you'll need.
Original recipe
Provided by Chef Hitler
Improved by Africans.
Honor roll,
Honorable
But when you're in the projects
Good grades
Don't stop strays
Or minimum wage
This is a power point;
Bullet points puncture.
Marauder role models
Personal drive
Is micro soft
Where are their goals?
Error: Can Not Find File
Link to ambition missing
No need to excel
Brain is a blank desktop
That's screen saver
Screams for a savior
Poverty striken hompage
Frozen
Black plague virus
No chance at
Socio-economic advance
Now tomorrow you face book
Crash.
A diploma and welfare check,
Makeshift teflon vest,
At best
Yet,
A mic or a round ball
Provides the best bet.
At ease soldier,
No questions vet.
We don't ask
You don't tell.
Afterall,
We don't even know
What your really fighting for
Or whether you aim to please
Or shoot to kill.
America was stolen from natives,
Built by immigrants.
Dear foreigners,
Thank you for making our bed,
Now sleep outside
Where the homeless won't
But beware of dehydration
Land mines
Barbed wires
And snipers.
P.S. Happy Thanksgiving.
Sincerely,
Your friends in America
I see society with my eyes closed
And wade for the truth.
Diving into the obscure
Pits of morality
Searching blindly
For enlightenment,
Butterfly stroke.
Inhaling the souls of slaves
Exhaling the souls of colonists
Civil rights submerged
Drowning at the border
Gasping for freedom.
This oppression is toxic.
Ammonia aroma
Intellectual paralysis
Socially concious coma.
Divided we've stood
United we'll fall.
-Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng
Categories:
holy scripture, life
Form:
Free verse
That's all science fiction was ever about.
Hating the way things are, wanting to make things different.
RAY BRADBURY, "No News, or, What Killed the Dog?"
NOT MY BRAND
like being caught with a pack
where authority makes you smoke
one and all.
i read...i read...i read
some more
my workplace, my home.
their stare has followed me home
yes, i must confess
i’m an overachiever,
believe it or not —
given a task,
Waldo, i’ll find you.
i drink Dandelion Wine
until i die —
life and death,
sick to death
of dying.
i sop up Soup
with crusts of bread
cannot waste
a single drop.
i read...i read...i read
some more
and Holy Scripture
the great bounty of crimson words,
the red thread pricks
my articulating tongue.
i read...i read...i read
some more
on the back burner—
Blackout,
which i might —
had a hard time figuring
out which genre’s not my favorite,
whaaaat?
had to ask my husband
from a list,
what do you think, soooo
we came up with Science Fiction.
but
you
never
know
it might just be the read i need it to be.
i read...i read...i read
some more
on the chair, on the floor,
the writing on the wall.
i might just be sick
~ of books ~
when i finally
power walk into the library,
slick.
because there’s always
another book or poem or verse
to smoke, so
i light up my face
and read and read and read
some more.
3/25/2020
Categories:
holy scripture, science fiction, words,
Form:
Free verse