Best Inspirationalsong Poems


~~ the Blood of the Lamb ~~

~~ THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB ~~
 
             CAN YOU FEEL THE BLOOD DROPS FLOWING
             DOWN FROM THE SAVIOURS SIDE,
             HAVE YOU SEEN THE LOOK OF AGONY
             AS HE WAS CRUCIFIED.
 
              NO WONDER HE MY SAVIOUR NOW
              MY LORD AND COMING KING,
              NO WONDER I WANT TO LOVE HIM
              AND WORSHIP AS I SING.
             
 
              I CAN FEEL THOSE PRECIOUS BLOOD DROPS
              COME FLOWING DOWN HIS FACE
              IT IS NOW I KNOW THE TRUTH ABOUT
              THE SONG AMAZING  GRACE.
 
               NO WONDER HES MY PRINCE OF PEACE
               THAT I COME TO EVERYDAY,
               WHEN MY BURDENS GET SO HEAVY
               AND THE DARK CLOUDS COME MY WAY.
 
               I HAVE FOUND THE STRENGTH HE OFFERS
               EACH TIME I GO TO HIM IN PRAYER
               I HAVE FOUND THE GRACE TO SEE IT THROUGH
               BECAUSE JESUS CHRIST IS THERE..
 
               WRITTEN BY ANN HART APRIL 9TH,2004
                      GOOD FRIDAY,COPYRIGHTED
              THE SONG AMAZING GRACE,
© Ann Hart  Create an image from this poem.

The Hardest Part

The hardest part
Is letting go
A song of emptiness
Only a parent can know.

You always thought
Time was there
Giving you moments
With innocence to share.

That inevitable day
Appears unknown
But turn around
And suddenly their grown.

A beautiful woman
A handsome man
No longer a child
With a future to plan.

They spread their wings
And begin to fly
Soaring with courage
That makes you cry.

They pack their bags
With an excited smile
But you can only count
Every distant mile.

Time seems to stop
As you remember the past
Each little moment
You thought would last.

The hardest part 
Is letting go
A song of independence
You helped to grow.

Musical Tracks

Musical Tracks

A train speeds by 
with wheels sparking
Squeals against the track
 has the dogs barking

Shaking floor announces
the presence of its passing
Conversations suffer from
 the train's harassing

Loose shutters slap 
against the house walls
A picture falls to the 
floor down the hall

 Winds find gaps
whistling through 
House sings a tune
 from a coal miners crew

Rustling leaves from 
an old oak tree and
A tapping trellis 
beats with a plea

Sounding objects
 create a musical show 
Playing in unison 
inside a poetic prose

The chatter within
has a cadence effect
When all is combined a 
generational song reflects

A song grew from the
 process of growing
I can hear the chorus
 while it is softly flowing

Families filled the house
With their spiritual essence
Each generation saturated their
 heritage with His presence

Their surrounding's beat
 with a faithful pulse
Traditions turned their 
live's into a historical waltz

Carole Cookie Arnold
2010


My Lighthouse

Lord Jesus, you make my walk
brighter each day, you are
           my lighthouse.

As the song says, I owe my
life to you, because you are
             my lighthouse.

Darkness befalls me, whenever I
turn away from you, because you are
              my lighthouse.

Your light guides me to places
you want me to go, because you are
                 my lighthouse.

Praying always to walk with
you, to let you control me,
so that you will always be,
                    my lighthouse.

wrote 8-21-09   inspired by the song "The Lighthouse"

Blessed Is He

So let the Lord be
With you
And bless you from
With-in
With a song of happiness'
Just simply let Him in
In that song of restoration
Ye sang that same old song
Of old
With a fervor to release
Thy inhibition
And temperst thy very soul

GF

In Between

there's a song that I hear
lyrics stuck in my soul
playing over and over
I don't know all the words
but I do know the tune
I guess I'll learn them as I go

it's a song about chance
of buried hopes and dreams
of mountain sun and evening rain
a song about love, living, dying
about all that falls in between

right now I hum it in my head
memorizing, harmonizing
a constant white noise that drives me
I don't know all the words
but I do know the tune
yet, there is no singer here
© Jo Bien  Create an image from this poem.


The Hours

Chanting
In the morning
Chanting
In the evening
The music of the Psalms
The hidden truth
The hidden melody
Singing the song of the deathless
A song I've always known
The presence of eternity
A song I share with all living beings
Throughout all space, throughout all time
A song of benevolence and mercy
Lifting us out of the ocean of suffering
This is the heart at the void of the world


An example of the "100 Friends" form, 100 syllables over 15 lines distributed 2-4-2-4-6-4-6-8-
6-8-10-8-10-12-10.
© Jim Wilson  Create an image from this poem.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace