Best Inspirationalhome Poems
My journey home is closer today,
than it was yesterday.
Someday my heart aches and pain
will pass me by.
My journey home will be a
most beautiful trip,like no one
has ever taken before.
Mother has been waiting for me,
there on those goldend shores,
ever since her parting from this old world
many years ago.
Taking one day at a time,
until I take my
journey home, when I sit down
with my Lord and thank Him
for what he did for me
on Calvary that day so long ago.
written 4-24-11
THE LONG ROAD HOME
Our home in the country sit's deep in a valley.
Once a month our small town has a home town rally.
Country living and country folk is what we live for.
We all are willing to lend a hand or to open a door.
Tall trees winter grass and the scent of spring flowers.
Chickens laying eggs,cows grazing in summer showers.
People of Prue,Oklahoma have nothing bad to say.
We socialize and join together in church and pray.
We got a church,post office,store and a school.
We got our own lake so there is no need for a
swiming pool.
There's plenty of room for dogs and kids to roam.
.As you travel the long road home.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Brian Strand's"A free choice any form/theme Max 12 LINES"contest
You stand waiting everyday for new incoming, you see the technology standing your life
like a god, waiting for you to betray and your done, every man holds a passion for new
devices and new weapons, for then they cry jail for whom they killed, we all know this is
wrong, yet we love to see our hands full of misery and pain, breathing a life into
machines ain't funny, but every time mom, dad, granny, brother or sister are about to
leave to heaven or hell, oh you grab their soul by signing papers and putting their faded
and wrecked life into a machine, breath in and out they still gonna die, why is it so bad
to leave them rest forever in grave than putting them inside a room alone in a disordered
depression for they to keep on dying slower and slower, now you love technology right?
Then why when the soldiers went to war they died in dozens like pigs because of our enemy
have enough technology to kill them all, i saw in my country every time a soldier died
their family went crying and desperate screaming "Why?" Why you think they died? Because
god let a big missile fall on him or them? Selfish indeed...
We are letting it get to our head, we are making valuable starts go to waste, in this days
people do not go home very happy if they don't get what they want, i know how a man fights
for freedom and is not this way, the flag is striking us with it same ambition of fatal
destruction, i wish we can all go home one way or the other, alive! But the streets are
recklessly running in circles on same hell, same vision, is not like before that death was
the last chance, now no one is afraid of dying, that's why people are killing them self's
and killing others, we need fear to coats us again? Or accept our system has blind us to
for money? We been sold for priceless try outs...
I just wish the end comes better than i see it coming.
To a Blind Man
To a blind man your words seem foolish
To a man with open eyes
You are so clever and wise
Your thoughts go above ours
Like heaven is to the world
To a deaf man you where just a man
To a man with open ears
You guide them home taking their hand
Walking by their side
While they listen as you guide
Building their home on a solid foundation
As you will deliver them into salvation
To a blind man the world
Seems to be improving
While you have some
That sit and ponder why
So many kids now sit and cry
And many put trust in scientist
See them so clever when they could clone
Not realizing many hearts are made of stone
While one with open eyes
Notice how the world tends
To stray very rapidly
How many are going against all the Lord expects
While many eyes have a speck
Blocking out the light to the path
So not aware headed toward the wrath
Lord you are the cornerstone of the construction
While I see many headed to destruction
THE SPLENDOUR OF HEAVEN
FAR ABOVE THE CLOUDS ABOVE US
HEAVENS BEAUTY LIES,
FAR TO RICH FOR HUMAN NATURE
AND TO BRIGHT FOR HUMAN EYES.
ITS A HOME OF ETERNAL GLORY
WITH AN EVERLASTING PEACE,
A HOME WITH NO MORE HEARTACHES
AND ALL SORROW WILL DECEASE.
ITS A HOME OF MILK AND HONEY
TO THE SOUL WHO ENTERS IN.
A SOUL THAT HAS NO BLEMISH
AND A SOUL THAT HAS NO SIN.
THE KING OF KINGS WILL REIGN THERE
WITH ANGELS ROBED IN WHITE.
OH WHAT AN AWESOME PICTURE
I CANT WAIT TO TAKE MY FLIGHT.
AND LIVE FOREVER WITH MY LORD
THE ONE WHO DIED FOR ME,
AND SING PRAISES WITH THE ANGELS
FOR ALL ETERNITY.
SOMEDAY SOON I WILL GO THERE
IN THIS LAND THAT HAS NO NIGHT,
AND SEE THE SPLENDOUR OF HEAVEN
WHERE THERE BURNS ETERNAL LIGHT.
WRITTEN BY ANN HART
COPYRIGHTED
Tears of ardency, fell from my eyes..
Seated in heavely places is where I'll
abide..
"Welcome home, my precious child."
He gently whispers with a radiant smile.
I drop to my knees and bow my head..
Hanging and holding onto every word he
had said.
He lifted me up and wiped away my tears..
"You are home now, my child, no need to
fear."
History takes us back, two thousand years ago,
People walked and rode, where'er they had to go.
News would travel slow, and folks would gather roun',
To hear the latest thing, passed from town to town.
Cities had a well, where water could be drawn,
Families lived in homes, without a yard or lawn.
A common thing like trash, was something of a chore,
None had rubbish cans, to sit out by the door.
Carried to a cart, drawn outside the city wall,
Where a pit of fire, was made to burn it all.
All lived day to day, with smoke and ash about,
Protection from disease, the fire could ne'er go out.
Now there's a City built, untouched by human hand,
The folks of olden days, called it Beulah Land.
It has walls and gates, and flowing water too,
And every home afffords, a quite spectacular view.
The Builder there is wise, and never let's trash in,
The disease it causes has a name, known to Him as sin.
The news has traveled slowly, even on modern earth,
The trash of deadly sin, is spread to all at birth.
Now Gehena was the word, they called their fire pit,
The 'never ending fire', the title seemed to fit.
The Builder made a pit, of fire to burn as well,
Far away from Beulah, a place we know as Hell.
The source of sin is Satan, rebellious from the start,
He corrupts each man, from deep within the heart.
So Hell was made for Satan, to rid the world of sin,
And on the day of Judgment, he will be cast in.
The Builder sent His Son, to cure us all from sin,
Starting from the heart, He cleanses us within.
This miracle must start, while we yet draw breath,
Whether young or old, but surely before death.
Sin is from within, staining soul and spirit,
The Son can throw it out, eternal fire to sear it.
But once the body dies, with sin stain still in place,
Sin and soul entwined, the fire of Hell will face.
A morbid picture true, but not the Builder's plan,
He made in Beulah Land, a home for every man.
He loves us everyone, enough to keep us free,
Allowing everyone, to choose their destiny.
How can anyone, such a marvelous Gift receive?
The Builder's price is this, simply just believe.
He's the man, take His hand,
He'll show you the way
He'll walk beside you and guide you
and never go away.
He has a home waiting for you
where there's no darkness or night
just a heavenly home that's full of
sunshine and light.
Close your eyes, don't you worry
about your family or friends,
they'll come later when He calls them
and you'll see them again,
Hear His voice, He is calling,
He's bringing you home
to His mansion in heaven
where you'll never be alone.
You'll see loved ones from the past
who'll be waiting at the gates
Just take His hand,
He's the man
and He'll show you the way.
Just take his hand
He's the man
He'll show you the way.