Best Interceding Poems


Beloved Jesus Is Alive

Born into this world as a humble, helpless Babe
Christ increased in wisdom and stature
Grew up in favour with both God and man

Baptised publicly by John the Baptist
Tempted by the devil, but overcame him
Preached the gospel of the kingdom of God

Befriended the publicans and the sinners
Turned the water into wine, did miracles
Cast out demons, healed all kinds of diseases

Backed up twelve fishermen as His disciples
Taught them, led them, and washed their feet
Spent three and a half years moulding them

Broken, He prayed in the garden of Gethsemane
His sweat as blood, such spiritual agony
Ready to do the will of God and drink the cup

Beaten and scourged on the way to Calvary
A crown of thorns placed upon His head
Spat upon, mocked, and smote by the soldiers

Bruised, He was crucified on the cruel Cross
He hung there with no form nor comeliness
Reviled by passers-by wagging their heads

Bereft and forsaken by His own Father
Carrying the sins of the entire world
He suffered and bled, but forgave and loved

Beseeching His Heavenly Father to receive His Spirit
Lord Jesus Christ gave up his ghost on the Cross
And the veil of the temple was torn from top to bottom

Buried in a new rock sepulchre, the stone was rolled
The tomb was sealed and the watch was set
But on the third day, as prophesied, our Lord rose up

Behold, there was a great earthquake
The angel of the Lord descended from heaven
And rolled back the stone and sat upon it

Bewildered, the women heard him saying,
“Fear not, ye seek Jesus who was crucified,
He is not here, for He is risen, come see where they laid Him”

Brutal death could not chain our Lord,
He overcame it and appeared to His disciples
And was carried up into heaven

Believe on the Lord Jesus, He was crucified for our sins,
But He resurrected from the dead, never to die again
Now He sits on the right hand of God, interceding for our sins

Beloved, He will come back one day 
Not as the Lamb, but as the Lion
To take His loved ones unto Himself

Before it is too late, accept Him into your heart
You will enjoy peace, love and joy, which this world can’t offer
Repent, believe and rejoice for the Lord Jesus Christ is alive.



9th April, 2022



For Regina McIntosh's "Easter" contest

Please Don'T Cry Because I'M Gone

I see the family gathered around and my heart is there with you.
As I see your faces I know that you are sad.
I was blessed as an only child with a family such as you.
It was a joy to be your mother.
There were many things I did to care for you as you were growing up.
All these things I did were done out of love.
I loved your father with a love that was unconditional, and his love for me carried me throughout the tough times in our lives together. 
I hope that this love is something that I've left behind for all of you to share.
Someday Dad and I shall be together again. 
I can see your pain and I feel your sadness.

Please don’t cry because I’m gone. 

I will be with all of you in your memories. 
We will all be together again someday and we will all rejoice together.
Though I've left this world behind I've taken a part of it with me… 
Your pains and sorrows will heal with time and your lives will continue.
Remember me with love in your hearts and be happy when I’m on your minds. 
I’ll be waiting with anticipation to see each one of you again.
Until that time, remember, I’ll be before our Lord every day, interceding for you so that my prayers I had on earth will be answered here in Heaven.

Please don’t cry, because I’m gone.

Just remember that I’m with the one who created me.
There is no greater peace than to be with the one who can do all things and can do them right. 
As I left this world and went to be with the Lord, there were people there I hadn't seen for many years. 
They were here with open arms to greet me and the joy I felt was so wonderful. 
It was like another family reunion. 
Please be at peace as you travel the road home and know that I’ll be here with open arms to greet you as you enter into the presence of the Lord.

Please don’t cry because I’m gone.

Premium Member Walls of Destiny

Walls wash through as waves
imposing, interceding my thoughts.
Embodied in opaque transparent panes
maze shadows distract my steps.
Setting stone to mortar without end
walls rise as fast as they fall,
alleyways, ever changing, prowl my mind.
Indifferent to my purpose they shift
open and close my course at will.
Chaos ensues at imposed barriers, 
mind in turmoil seeks trapdoors of escape.
Am I prisoner or refugee of four walls?
A new pathway opens unbidden
yet past matters lie unresolved.
By who’s design reign the opening
rising and falling of my mind walls?
Is it my choice after all to choose
or by unseen influence or force.
My thoughts are but gossamer dust in drift,
moats, floating through the walls of destiny.


Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
2/21/16


Premium Member The Greatest Mathmatician and His Devine Recipe

A great and Devine recipe
Alas He brew one day
The Gospel worked great wonders
Precious blood did make a way.

Hebrew vessels, chosen jewels
Their descendants were the prick
That Paul before conversion
Against the same did kick.

Many calculated numbers
Of ingredients he mixed
Negatives and positives
A spiritual arithmetic.

Unknown integers he added
On his name destined to call
Filling up the empty places
Of the ones that didn't fall.

Factors traveling a time line
Squared and powered, proposed to
Change the world of doomed and dying
To a beloved city, new.

When just a cup full of injustice
And a pinch of bigotry.
Jealousy running rampant
Spreading pain and cruelty,

Scoops of undetermined rages
Shredded truths and kneaded lies;
Seasoned slabs of accusations
Pots of reeking compromise,

Strained to slip into the mixture
To turn bitter all the sweet
So death might come to weary pilgrims
Needing rest and food to eat.

"Come drink my blood and eat my body
In communing, you shall find
The kingdom gates are always open
To weary travelers all the time".

Says Emmanuel , standing patient
Interceding at the door, 
Whose blood is more than sufficient
For those who stray forever more.


RETA PRUITT
August 1, 2016

Premium Member He Comes Again

Umpteen Decembers ago,
He appeared as an infant,
to grow and learn as we,
to walk in our shoes;

to face every temptation,
walk every path, struggle
with fear, sorrow, pain-
to live, suffer, and die as man,

Now he sits
at the right hand of the Father,
pleading our case,
           interceding for us 
for whom he died.

Yet he comes with a message
which no other Deity can deliver:
The grave could not hold him.

Since the beginning of time,
Jesus is the only God
to conquer death.
© Cona Adams  Create an image from this poem.

Invocation

a tritina

Because we wish to follow You, Oh Lord, 
your Spirit's voice compels our souls to hear.
Please guide our thoughts when we bow down in pray’r. 

It's not the asking what we want that's pray’r, 
but insights from your will, we seek, Oh Lord. 
Please help us focus long enough to hear. 

Reveal what YOU desire our hearts to hear; 
your Spirit interceding for our pray’r. 
With your deep wisdom, we mature, Oh Lord. 

Thank You, Oh Lord, you hear our ev'ry pray’r.


Complicated Moons

they hid lies behind complicated moons,
'til constellations turned to dust
& the sun vehemently objected,
interceding on truth's behalf
the earth did not split apart,
merely splintered every
 tiny fragment of trust
© Paloma P  Create an image from this poem.

A Woman Faith

A Woman's Faith

"Ingest the words to stimulate the power from 
Within to move and make it happen".

The heart, the sensitive part of human being. 
The manifestation of God to whom you belong.
The heart feels the deepest and the greatest sense 
It expresses by words and action.

There are so many destruction 
But be still, focus and have courage to face challenge.
Pray to drive away fear.

Believe, 
An honest approach of the heart that everything comes to reality.

A woman's faith moves interceding to God. 
The power has gone out to proclaim a miracle.
Faith has made you whole.

From here and now, 
Your courage to believe will generates your system 
Your mind, body and your soul
Into existence.


© Jocelyn Dunbar
24 June 2016
2:10 PM

All Night the Rain

All night the rain poured and poured and poured
I could not imagine a sky's heart broken so
Loudly the trees sobbed, and winds also roared
Some loneliness in me rose too to overflow

No stars nor moon nor any light from heaven came
A dark cloud consumes the forms and shapes 
And in the blackness everything appears the same
Out of my heart a shudder, a horror escapes

To ponder if this cloudburst stays and never cease
The water rising from ponds, rivers, and the sea
And Orion widening and widening to show the east
Preparing the fire for the beast, and we cannot flee

The fire after the water coming, and the rain all night
And trees shaking to show the earth vibrating
And prayers found in us revives anew the old delight
Man and God intersects and sweet interceding.

Rooted

This is a day my God has made
constructed within His mighty hand.
He saw it good to have me placed
within the frame of time I stand.
Each season only good for me
wether the cold or heat prevail,
surely in time good fruit I'll  bare
If i trust in Him without fail.

Sometimes moved by the slightest breeze,
I start to wonder how long
before these testing tempests cease
(but they do make my branches strong).
Sometimes I contaminate the soil
with thoughts that weary me
forgetting that these seeds I sow
will reap my life's testimony.

But oh, how great is He in grace
that roots me in His love,
not a foundation as secure
as the Cornerstone above
seated at the right hand of the Father
interceding without end
on my behalf before the throne
so that I live in Him again.

Even the world withers away
but I know God's Word ever same
says I was made to give Him glory
and fleshly ways I am to tame.
bring to submission and obedience
what once was filled with worldly pride
and for His purpose I endeavour
because He's kept  me all this time.

Premium Member God Triumphantly Fights For Our Battles

God triumphantly fights for our battles as we trust His sovereignty.
He fixes our minds toward His promises’ certainty
Building our conviction through His Word’s immutability…
Let’s esteem Him for guarding us by His love and security!

God triumphantly fights for our battles as we pray to Him constantly.
He invites our souls to commune with Him sweetly
Drawing our spirits to fellowship with Him delightfully...
Let’s thank Him for bringing us near His heart intimately!

God triumphantly fights for our battles as we entrust to Him our motives to the innermost.
He meets our needs first and foremost
Granting our wants that fit His plan to the most…
Let’s praise Him for leading us to His will’s utmost!

God triumphantly fights for our battles as we surrender to Him our frailties even in silence.
He discerns our groanings by His power’s presence
Interceding for our yearnings with His persistence…
Let’s glorify Him for helping us reach His throne’s iridescence!

God triumphantly fights for our battles as we go to Him in faith every time.
He strengthens our commitment all the time
Upholding our vows by His truth against cooling time...
Let’s salute Him for assuring us His answers in due time!

God triumphantly fights for our battles as we express to Him our heavenly quest.
He fills our emptiness with His provisions’ best
Leading our contentment-search to His divine treasure’s chest…
Let’s honour Him for opening to us His service-doors to their widest!

God triumphantly fights for our battles as we cleave to Him without ceasing.
He moves us to cling to the truth He’s expressing
Exhorting us to enjoy His gifts of divine choosing…
Let’s exalt Him for welcoming us to His kingdom’s blessing!

*Exodus 14:14 The LORD shall fight for you, and ye shall hold your peace.

May 24, 2020

Premium Member Inri

	
        INRI
	Written: by Tom Wright
	2/15/03
	
	My thoughts aren't beyond God's knowing,
	Neither my actions ever foreign to his eye.
	He engenders time to hear the cocks crowing,
	And when I'm tempted, understands why.
	
	In tribulation, He's my much-needed hope,
	His word, maps the path that I take.
	No matter the conundrum, severity or scope,
	He's there, feeling my every heartache.
	
	His desire, that I give him my daily all,
	As He numbers each hair and grain of sand;
	He hears prayer, is if, at my beck and call,
	While interceding from the father’s right hand.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Power of Freedom In Christ

Freedom in Christ is freedom indeed
this world's system holds one in chains
only Jesus can truly set us free
for He alone mightily fully reigns

In this world sin holds sinners down
satan uses it to be in total control
whispering lies in everyone's ear
but God seeks to call many a soul

For in Christ His sons adopted
to be heirs of God divinely true
as the spirit aids us in prayer
interceding for His own for to do

God is indeed for those saved from sin
receiving power in Christ fully free
being more than conquerors in His love
unseparated from Christ's love forever be

(Romans Ch. 8)

Please Let Me Come Back Home

Several years ago I asked you to do something for Me - And if you did just what I asked My 
glory you would see - At first you were excited - Your hearts were filled with love - My heart 
was full of joy as I watched you from above - Every service was so great - I felt right at 
home - But slowly things began to change and you began to roam - It really made me sad to 
see a church with one desire - Let Satan in and try his best to put out your holy fire - Then 
came the discontentment and My heart began to grieve - I really didn't want to go but I just 
had to leave - Now every week you ask Me to come and visit you - You ask Me for My 
guidance in everything you do - But like the church at Ephesus - You've forgotten your first 
Love - But I am interceding for you to My Father up above - Please stop all your fighting - It 
really makes me sad - You're supposed to love each other - Not make each other mad - 
Remember that this is My church - Please repent of your sins - I want to come back home 
again - Will you please let me in.

They Called Him Rabbi

The called him rabbi..
Born in Bethlehem of Judea
A fulfillment of the prophecy.
Fled with his parents to Egypt
It's you Oh LORD who called..
Your son from Egypt..

He taught in their temples and synagogues
But it was a dark night when they ambushed him
Seized him and in a miscarriage of justice..
Sentenced him to hang one who was without sin..
Hanging on that cross the atonement for sin

He who was without blemish
Was blemished that we might receive life
God so desired our fellowship after the fall..
He sent His own son to restore the fellowship
To become a grace for all who believe in him

Resurrected is he..on the throne of mercy he is
Interceding day and night the lamb of salvation
Worthy is the lamb to receive all the praise..
Blessed is the one who comes in the Lords Name
Hosanna in the highest worthy is the lamb


(good tidings for Easter)

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