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ALL I NEED IS JESUS---
by Lee Sr., James Edward
COME TO JESUS
by WILSON, LEON
PUT TROUBLE IN JESUS HANDS
by curtis futch jr, kurtis scott aka
I AM GONNA TELL THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD BOUT JESUS
by Lee Sr., James Edward
IF I COULD JUST HOLD ON YOU CAN HOLD ON JUST A LITTLE WHILE LONGER JESUS GONNA FIX IT
by Lee Sr., James Edward
JESUS JUZ WANNA DANCE
by Lee Sr., James Edward
JESUS
by Lee Sr., James Edward
Jesus Help Me
by ploscik, eric
Chant Jesus
by Derbyshire, Lionel
I Love Jesus and Our Eastern Wisdom
by Deo, Anil
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The mellifluous musical tones of the village bells
Echoing chimes over the cold snowcapped mountains
Both finding their way to people in the valley below
Christmas songs — let your spirit sing freely and loudly
Welcoming the Birth of Our Savior and Baby King
Who so charms the Angels on High and God Himself
On this night, The Star was so beautiful, clear, and shiny
Crisp and so crystal-bright, centered above and beyond
Reflecting now the Lord God’s most divine and holy light
There is real magic in the night air as Heaven rejoices aloud
The child and the infant’s divine soul breathe life now intently
Fulfilling truly God’s very promise and His hope to Mankind
Keep this Christmas spirit — share it with others near and far
Grace filled with good tidings as we dance on wings of joy
We all now celebrate in great happiness, love, and kindness
Christmas is forever — and you must never ever close this door
Faith always enters, carrying His guiding torch high and proud
And encouraging Man every step of the way on his long journey
Even in a simple cradle where the Baby Jesus so innocently lay
Heaven doth bathe His cradle with the warmest rays of divine light
Bespeaking the heavenly beauty, joy, and wonder of Our Savior
Amazing peace makes a lovely gift, I wish for all of us to have
As new life blossoms, wrapped in petals of an immaculate heart
God’s holy blessing, love, and intention are clear for all to see
That Holy Night the Angels entire sang mirthfully on Christmas Eve
Praising Almighty Lord God in Heaven on the birth of His only son
The Angels’ paeans echoed in their divine beauty across the Universe
To bring peace now, glowing with your love, is His divine intention
Rejoicing in God’s Greatest Gift to Mankind who was born in a manger
Destined to become Our Most Holy and Divine Savior — Amen! Amen!
Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid, and Gary Bateman
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015
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On the day our eyes open to the prism of the sun
On that day, Winter solitude would be gone
The avalanche of differences melts into nothingness
Through the same breath,through the same soul
We would live again as one ,no matter who we are
No matter the colour of our skin,Gay or straight
rich or poor,innocent or once found guilty.
No matter if We are lawyers,prisoners,doctors or pheasants
No matter our political believes ,nor our different religions
A catholic,a muslim,a buddhist , a hinduist,or a jew .
On that day,we would all wear identical dresses
We would all be the significant other ,because He has died,
and He has died for all. Jesus died for Peter,John and Judah
for Lazarus and Maria Magdalene, Jesus died for me ,
He has died for you ,for him ,for her,and even for them.
He gave up till the last drop of blood and painful cry
for each and every name engraved upon our Father's palm.
He was born to die,but its not his death that we celebrate ,
We celebrate His life ,because we believe in life
We celebrate His forgivness ,because We experienced
the beauty of forgivness ,the happiness ,the return of blissful joy.
and , We celebrate the ever present love
Because it is the gift of love that He bestowed on us
Jesus was born to die , but He was born to rise
Upon death He has risen , through His death We survived
Because of Him , in the darkness ,in the labyrinth of our night
There will always,always be the little flicker of a candle
that fills our hearts with hope ,and warming light.
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015
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I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
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I watch this world pass by,
miracle after miracle,
overcome with thoughts
of life and death -
heated in a buttery sky;
the air melts into far corners,
farther than my eyes can see.
Faster, this world spins into
eternity, faith, and possibilities.
An open window becomes a gate
to step through, a starting place -
as a bluebird dips in the birdbath,
squirrels scurry across green grass,
a blue horizon darkens like a memory.
Those who hurriedly pass by feign contentment
with plastic smiles, earbuds, cell phones,
a false sense of purpose.
I feel content, at peace, and yet, I ache for more -
a yearning from deep within.
I feel it wash over my skin.
Cars drive by, everyone’s going somewhere,
but not I. I sit here…I watch.
I whisper a short prayer for a friend,
I remain silent with His answer –
patience…all will work out in time;
head bowed, I pray for His healing hands
to touch me. In my father’s arms,
I am comforted and whole.
I am who He sees…
sunlight traces storm clouds
painting rainbows over shadowed trees,
a beautiful canopy.
His love flows through me,
pouring out at Calvary.
In the afternoon rain,
I see each drop of blood.
A choir of clouds congregate.
I hear their worship song.
I see a crown of thorns around them.
I feel the weight of the cross
He struggles to carry.
Mangos fall with the rain
from a shaken tree,
then lay bruised on limp, wet leaves;
flies begin to swarm around them;
following the clouds trajectory,
I envision more than I can bear -
His slashed skin and mangled bones
flash before my eyes.
With hands nailed, He's hung
on the cross in shame and suffering;
every labored breath taken
until death for an ungrateful world…
my soul seems to understand
what I cannot grasp…all of this,
He did for me….and you.
Love becomes more than a word,
a blessing becomes more than a concept.
I sit at my window unnoticed;
I watch the world pass by -
every leaf, pebble, bird, raindrop
and new life, I see,
like a child with a loving father,
a miracle…
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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I’ve been told, I deserve so much,
for the work I've done, for the lives I touch.
I would like to say, my dear friend,
what I deserve, is a bitter end!
I have hated, I have snapped,
people I love, I have slapped.
I have lied, I’ve also cheated,
believe it not, I have mistreated.
I have envied, I have stolen,
and many promises, I have broken.
I’ve been selfish, and I’ve been greedy,
too many times, I have been a bit sneaky!
I’ve wrongfully punished; and wrongfully accused,
plus for my own gain, I have spitefully used!
I've been so angry, as a sailor I've cursed,
to be brutally honest, I have done much worse!
I’ve been encumbered, I’ve been a drunk
oh yes, my life was so full of junk!
Even though I knew that it was wrong,
all these things, I did to belong!
If you just met me, you’re probably in shock,
but in a sinful nature, yes, I sure did walk!
Then I met Jesus, I heard his good news,
and how for my sins, he was bruised!
how from the beginning, his love ran deep,
and for my own heart he did weep
For every wrong that I ever did,
he shed his blood, my sins he hid!
Now, I'm FREE; ACCEPTED; and thoroughly WASHED,
and that mean ole’ devil, is surly squashed!
Now he can’t touch me with a 10 foot pole,
for it is written, on God’s holy scroll!
God says, I’m FAVORED and TRULY BLESSED,
Because faith in Jesus, I CONFESSED!
In my spirit, I have been CHANGED.
And in his RIGHTEOUSNESS, I'm REARRANGED!
Now, this might sound too good to be true,
But that’s the GOSPEL, for me and you!
You still say, we get what we deserve,
Well, I thank you JESUS, for grading on the curve!
Stacey Brown 2-7-14
Copyright © Stacey Brown | Year Posted 2014
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As today.. tis 4th of July
May Blessings come
before Your eyes
All Praise and Glory
be to God Almighty
As You watch and see
Beyond and within Fireworks
Sparkling lights glares
Beholding Lights of Beauty
Love of God everywhere
when You see Fire-lights
Sparkling within the night
Tis just like
God Beauty is given Inside
Behold beautiful Souls
Whom within hearts
Fire-lights are Lit-Glow
In hopes that others
Shall see.. come to Believe
God's Radiant Light
Given His Gift of Love
Only Through Our Savior
Jesus Christ...
Then whomsoever
Comes to Jesus
Fire-Lights of Love lit-within
Born-again.. Free from their sin
God's Glorious Light
Shall Always Shine
Within Our Hearts.. Souls.. Minds
Awaiting for the Precious time
When Our Savior.. Our Messiah
Comes to take Us home
up High.. within the Sky..
Behold.. All Born-again Souls
Hearts on Fire-Lights Glow
As Radiant.. Beautiful Love
Sparkling Star-bursts Lights
Showers of Glorious Love
Radiant and Bright
As Jesus comes from Heavens
Lights Bursting in Air
Souls together everywhere
Gether High in Sky..
Meeting Our Glorious Light
Our Savior.. Jesus Christ
Come to Jesus
Beautiful Colors bursting of Love
God's Beautiful gift
When time be
You then too.. Be swept up..
born-again.. Into Gods Eternal Light
Set Free.. Fire-light lit
Stars Sparkling Lights
For God is the One
that makes all things happen
God's Beautiful Glory
Sparkling Souls..
Be Watchful
As Souls Like Stars bursting in air
As Jesus comes.. Like.. through the Night
Holy Spirit of Love.. non can compare
Shall No longer be here
For then Rapture..
Has Taken place
Whomsoever is born-again
Beholding God's Grace
Will be transformed
Reborn.. Sparking Love
Changed in Twinkling Light
Gone Home to be
With Jesus Christ
Our Glorious King
Everlasting Glorious Colors
Pure Holy Light.. Eternity
Come behold God’s Holy Light
As the Star Bursting through the night
Be Saved through God’s Radiant Glorious Light
Our Savior ..Jesus Christ
Copyright © Star Light | Year Posted 2011
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"Slipping into a coma, the emptiness of a dreamless sleep.
Nightmares filling your head, where nothing is what it seems.
You're underground, desperately tryna' find your way out,
tunnels all around, but doors are no where to be found.
The ground has no traction, and you're floating above air.
Tryna' hold on to something, but there's nothing there.
And then you fall, and all you can hear,
is the rippling of your clothes, and the wind in your ear.
And just before you hit the ground,
you feel something grip you, without making a sound.
The next thing you know you're looking into a Man's eyes.
You feel safe but afraid, all at the same time.
That's when you wake, but you were never asleep.
And you're lying in a bed, with the Man at your feet.
He welcomes you to His kingdom, and into His heart,
and He finishes his drawing, another of piece of God's art."
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This poem is about one's struggle to find God. About having to search, and feeling hopeless. Like we aren't really traveling through Hell, but we are searching with no idea which way we are going, blanketed in a coat of black. Like an infinitely deep hole with a small stream at the bottom, and you've just got to hope to find that stream. Then when you think all hope is lost, you realize that He has been sitting there, waiting for you, pulling you out of the darkness Himself, knowing you would look for Him. He accepts us into His kingdom. It's as if we are a piece of art, and he is adding on to us everyday..
Copyright © Aaron Guttery | Year Posted 2012
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Come and see the tiny baby,
sleeping on a bed of straw.
The angels came and sang His praises,
and shepherds watched in silent awe.
Come and see who's in the temple,
listening to the rabbis teach;
a twelve year old who asks them questions,
His wisdom is beyond their reach.
"Come and see," said John The Baptist,
"The Lamb of God sent from above.
On Him the Father sent His Spirit,
it came down on Him like a dove."
"Come and see," insisted Andrew,
when he found Simon by the sea.
"I believe we've found Messiah.
Drop your nets and come with me."
"Come and see", cried out the woman,
"The man who told me all I'd done.
He said He'd give me living water.
Could He be the Holy One?"
Come and see this man called Jesus.
He heals the sick, the blind, the lame.
Even demons are subject to Him.
Those He touches are never the same.
Come and see this Jewish Rabbi,
as He teaches on the hill.
The crowds are spellbound by His message,
He teaches them about God's will.
Come and see the righteous anger,
of the man from Galilee.
See Him cleanse the crowded temple,
of the merchants and their greed.
Come and see the Lord at prayer,
in the garden on His knees.
Sweating drops of blood in anguish,
God's will be done is what He pleads.
Come and see the man betrayed,
by His own disciple's kiss.
Sold for thirty silver coins,
by a traitor in His midst.
Come and see the suffering servant,
hands and feet nailed to the cross.
Hear Him say, "Father, forgive them,"
as His friends weep for their loss.
Come and see, His tomb is empty.
See, the stone has been rolled away.
The Son of God has conquered death,
He has risen from the grave.
Come and see the risen Savior,
See and touch His nail-pierced hands.
Hear Him say, "Go preach the gospel,
to every nation, every land."
Come and see, men, women, children,
Jesus is the Life, the Truth, the Way,
to peace and joy and life everlasting.
Believe in Him without delay.
Entered in Richard Lamoureux's Battle of the Honorable Mentions Contest
written 2008
entered in Anthony Slausen's "Jesus" contest
Honorable Mention
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2016
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"COMMUNION"
You speak to me in tongues
I hear you with my heart
I feel you with my mind
Like a Spring bloom, I am slowly unfurling
Like a ripe plum, you taste me in my rhymes
You touch me black ink injected drug potent
Red Poppies between lines
I sense you in your dreams
They are swelling next to mine
Like a drunk, I swallow all your delicious words
You turn into endless Golden Chalices of Altar Wine
I see you through your mirrors
COMMUNION - You see me, walking now through mine.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 EASTER)
communion
noun
1.
the sharing or exchanging of intimate thoughts and feelings, especially on a mental or spiritual level.
"in this churchyard communion with the dead was almost palpable"
2.
the service of Christian worship at which bread and wine are consecrated and shared.
"Communion was celebrated once a month"
synonyms: Eucharist, Holy Communion, Lord's Supper, Mass
"he believed in Christ's presence among the faithful at Communion"
3. The Bible
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bible
4. KJV
https://www.bible.com/bible
5. Scientific Explanation of How the Image was formed on the Shroud of Turin.
Part 1
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pdwnTpWXi3M
Part 2A
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=efEDb2jHyMY
PART 2B
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0mK4ImwiJ9g
6. The Spirit, The Blood and The Water
6a
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=LTF6vDtvH0g
6b
https://wyattmuseum.com/ron-wyatt-chromosome-count-in-blood-sample/2016-11862
6c
https://jonah135588.wordpress.com/2008/10/22/deathbed-confession-of-ron-wyatt-discoverer-of-the-ark-of-the-covenant/
6d
https://youtu.be/B8TRoQk6WUE
6e "The Truth Adds Up"
https://youtu.be/9oJj6S5wByM
"The Golden Way", David Sylvian (Lyrics)
https://www.flashlyrics.com/lyrics/david-sylvian/the-golden-way-63
Song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-TGWewQcaQ
Copyright © Leanne Lovejoy-Burton | Year Posted 2018
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We believe in the same God
But in many different ways
We believe in Jesus Christ
And offer Him glory and praise
We pray in different languages
From sun to setting sun
By our actions you may know us
We are Christians We are one
We believe in life hereafter
Not the body but the soul
We believe that Jesus loves us
By His Resurrection made us whole
We believe in God the Father
And that Jesus was His Son
We believe in the Holy Spirit
We are Christians We are one.
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2007
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I believe in Angels ~ the tenderness of God
I believe broken hearts will mend ~ despite the fall
I believe in miracles ~ the blind and sick restored
I believe the blood of Jesus ~ redeemed us on the cross
Copyright © Arturo Michael | Year Posted 2018
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Thoughts of Infinite Light
Thru no beginning and everlasting end, the loving light shall transcend
The Angels of illumination shall defend its passionate passage to extend
From within infinitesimal space, the internal light will forgive and reface
Like a perennial parallel interface, your digital soul will eagerly embrace
For when the darkness sets in its divide the light of love shall provide
In your attempts to segregate and hide look within the light will guide
Your sins and shame shall regress as you absorb the fruitful fluoresce
For when you repent and confess the living light shall blissfully bless
Thru eternities of illuminating light His love will never leave your sight
Thru absolute abyss and fevered fright comfort in His love and erudite
In man's dominance dilemma a need for pensive penance and excreta
Look upon the Alfa & Omega the Lamb of God of infinite light the Pieta.
~~~Let there be light~~~
...dedicated to Victor Buhagiar...
April.06.2018
Easter 2018
Sponsored by: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2018
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W-hen the fullness of time had come, Jesus was born behind an Inn in a cave-like stable.
I-n the Inn there was no room for the Son of God, no room for the Saviour of men.
S-tar was shining so bright above the stable for the shepherds to find their way to Him.
E-ven angels proclaimed His birth to those shepherds "Unto you is born this day."
M-anger is where Mary and Joseph first laid him. It was filled with hay.
E-very animal there must have known that their Creator had come that day.
N-o one knew the depth of love God had, to give His Son to dwell among men.
S-ame star guided three kings from the Orient, who studied the stars and heavens.
T-hese wise men from the East came saying "Where is He that is born King"
I-n their hands they brought him gifts of gold, frankincense and myrr.
L-ike these three wise men, wise men still seek him today!
L-ove is the reason that God sent His only Begotton Son into the world to save us.
S-eeking for you and me, yes God was seeking for us because we had left Him.
E-veryone, yes, all we like sheep have gone astray. Everyone to his own way.
E-ach one has to make his on decision to follow Him or not to follow Him.
K-ing, born to be a King. King of the ages. King of the past. King of the future.
H-eaven, He came from Heaven to earth to show us the right way.
I-niquity, the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
M-elody, He gives us a sweet melody, we sing many songs of praise to Him.
T-ree, A Christmas tree, the love that Jesus had for us, to die on a tree.
O-nly one life and how soon it passes. Only in life can we accept His Love.
D-eliverance, He came from Heaven to preach deliverance to the captives.
A-cknowlege Him and accept Him. Behold now is the accepted time.
Y-ou, Yes, this Christmas Love was for You. Will You accept this love?
For Brian Strands Christmas Love contest.
Copyright © Marty Owens | Year Posted 2009
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Tears of joy streak down
My dust covered face
As I just wandered by and witnessed
The utmost glorious grace
Just three days ago
I watched them crucify
The son of God himself
The man called Jesus Christ
They poked him with their spears
Wet his tongue with a vinegar sponge
Nailed him to a tree
And taunted “you’re not God’s son.”
He hung there ‘til he died
From his side water did drop
They buried him in a tomb
Where today I had to stop
Past three days the door was covered
A large stone placed there that day
But, today as I walked by
An angel rolled it away
He had kept his promise
Only 3 days would he lay dead
To forgive us all our sins
And, I believed in what he said
He glided out of the tomb
As if floating in the air
“Do not be afraid” he said,
With gentle love, and care
He represents new life
And all the wounds he can heal
Is Easter day your resurrection?
Can Jesus Christ be your shield?
I weep to think of the pain
He endured for you and me
So he could take away our sins
And one day, set us free!
By: Miranda Lambert
For: Gwendolyn Rixs’ contest: What easter means to me
Written: 03/21/2011
Copyright © Wandering Butterfly | Year Posted 2011
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My life is like a sailboat,
Sailing on the sea.
Beneath blue skies and sunshine,
I sail on peacefully.
I go about my business,
A smile upon my face.
Sailing upon smooth waters,
I bask in God's sweet grace.
But often times the sky grows dark,
And the winds begin to blow.
The rain comes down in buckets,
This boat rocks to and fro.
And as my life is tossed about,
Like a sailboat on the sea,
I must decide whom I will trust,
Jesus Christ or me.
By myself I am overwhelmed,
When faced with stormy days.
I'm cowardly and weak,
Inclined to hide away.
But Jesus is the Master
Of the mighty winds and waves,
And if I cry to Him for help,
He will come and save.
Jesus is my lighthouse.
He's my beacon in life's storms.
If I keep my eyes on Him,
My turmoil He'll transform.
I much prefer to sail still waters,
But tempests are a part of life.
I'm glad Jesus is my Navigator,
To steer me through the strife.
1/1/12
Entered in PD's 100 in a row #3 contest
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2012
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To the tune of "Santa Clause Is Coming To Town"
You better look up,
prepare for His sight.
The Lord will come back
some day or some night.
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down.
He's making a list.
He's paid the great price.
Who's going in route
to His paradise?
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down.
He sees you when you're breathing.
He knows you need His grace.
He knows that we have all been bad,
but He died to take our place.
With bright Seraphim and bright Cherubim,
Trumpy trumpets, and drummy drum drums,
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down.
He sees you when you're weeping.
He offers His embrace.
He knows you like nobody else,
yet He loves you anyway.
You better not doubt.
You wanna know why?
Your life could end soon.
There's no second try.
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down
by Juliet Ligon
12-01-2013
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2013
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Peace, Love, and God’s Greatest Gift
The mellifluous musical tones of the village bells
Echoing chimes over the cold snowcapped mountains
Both finding their way to people in the valley below
Christmas songs—let your spirit sing freely and loudly
Welcoming the Birth of Our Savior and Baby King
Who so charms the Angels on High and God Himself
On this night, The Star was so beautiful, clear, and shiny
Crisp and so crystal-bright, centered above and beyond
Reflecting now the Lord God’s most divine and holy light
There is real magic in the night air as Heaven rejoices aloud
The child and the infant’s divine soul breathe life now intently
Fulfilling truly God’s very promise and His hope to Mankind
Keep this Christmas spirit—share it with others near and far
Grace filled with good tidings as we dance on wings of joy
We all now celebrate in great happiness, love, and kindness
Christmas is forever—and you must never ever close this door
Faith always enters, carrying His guiding torch high and proud
And encouraging Man every step of the way on his long journey
Even in a simple cradle where the Baby Jesus so innocently lay
Heaven doth bathe His cradle with the warmest rays of divine light
Bespeaking the heavenly beauty, joy, and wonder of Our Savior
Amazing peace makes a lovely gift, I wish for all of us to have
As new life blossoms, wrapped in petals of an immaculate heart
God’s holy blessing, love, and intention are clear for all to see
That Holy Night the Angels entire sang mirthfully on Christmas Eve
Praising Almighty Lord God in Heaven on the birth of His only son
The Angels’ paeans echoed in their divine beauty across the Universe
To bring peace now, glowing with your love, is His divine intention
Rejoicing in God’s Greatest Gift to Mankind who was born in a manger
Destined to become Our Most Holy and Divine Savior—Amen! Amen!
Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid, and Gary Bateman
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December 1, 2015 (Unrhymed Tercet)
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015
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~It's Only Through Jesus~
(Rhyme)
It's only through Jesus that we can come to that wonderful place
So filled of love, and peace and supplied of eternal grace
It's only through Jesus that we can come to His Father someday
The Bible makes it so plain and clear and there's no other way
God is the sovereign Author of everything upon the Universe,the sea and earth,
He's written it all and designed it all with His own Almighty Hands
God is the Master Painter of everything you see all over the sea and every land
It's only through Jesus, the Perfect Lamb,that we can have salvation for eternity His love is so Grand
It's only through Jesus,that you can have the precious treasure of "new birth" and be "Born Again" spiritually
Just then you can understand and see the big picture, and discover, why so many things really make sense
The importance of God's plan and how much He really loves us all
Nothing happens by accident,He already had a plan for you and me, His love is profoundly immense
Praise be the Name of our Mighty God, because He's in control of everything you can and may not see
It's only through Jesus that we can have life abundantly and eternally, call Jesus! and then you'll see.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006
March.22.2015
Authors notes: Reference
Tap in to the truth - Scripture reading: John 3:16
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD THAT HE GAVE HIS ONLY SON,THAT WHOEVER BELIEVES IN HIM SHALL NOT PERISH BUT HAVE ETERNAL LIFE. -JOHN 3:16
IN GOD I TRUST!
My very favorite Psalm in the Holy Bible..Psalm 23.
Psalm 23 King James Version (KJV)
1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Amen!
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015
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Three crosses stood still that faithful day
As the skies sadly wept a guilted grey
On the highest hill they would be seen
By Roman ruled eyes that did demean
The middle cross covered in rustic red
Where the calamitous Christ’s blood sacrificed shed
The lachrymal lamb dies for our shameless sins
As the whispering winds wind and the sky dims
The christened cross made thus Divine
For the Christ awaits Ascension to His Holy shrine
The weathered wood of dogmatic Destiny
Dexterously dismantled while bereaving blessedly
The Christ carefully put in a timeless tomb
With His Loving Light creates a new womb.
March.26.2016
A Happy Easter
From (:^WW^:)
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016
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Under the Christmas tree sits a nativity scene in the old town square. I sit on a rustic wood bench and reminisce on the stories I’ve been told about Jesus being born on Christmas Day. When all of a sudden I hear movement in the bushes; I turn my head and look over my shoulder. With a sudden fright, a tall pure white stallion with feathered wings, steps forward and says, “My name is Peg, climb on my back and I’ll take you to where it all began.” I arose to my feet and got on Peg’s back, held on tightly to his mane. He galloped off at full speed facing into the wind and took off soaring into the night full of stars, being guided by a large, bright, glowing star.
Peg turned his head and said, “That is the Christmas Star ahead.”
As I looked down below, I saw coming from the east, three men. Could they be the three Wise Men!
As we reach the star we slow down to a town. Peg said, “This is Bethlehem down below.”
Peg starts descending close to a stable and lands. I anxiously dismount and we both walk towards the stable. My spirit was overpowered with awe, there in the small dim lite stable, we found a babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger, with his mother Mary kneeling beside Him.
The shepherds that were watching their flocks near the stable also came all elated, one of them said, “An angel appeared and told us a Savior, the Messiah, had been born and that we would find Jesus laying in a manger. So, we immediately came to see if truly Jesus our Savior was borned. ”
Heaven was rejoicing at the birth of a Savior for all people.
The three Wise Men arrived and said, “Where is He who has been born King of the Jews? For we have seen His star in the East and have come to worship Him.” They gazed at the young Child and immediately fell down and worshiped Him, they presented their gifts to him of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
We stayed for a while in admiration of our Lord Jesus.
After a time Peg said, “ I need to get you back before you are missed.”
Together we flew into the endless night back home to the Christmas tree where I had been before.
By Eve Roper 11/18/2014 © 2014
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2014
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As I start on a quest finding self,
I must look very deep in my soul.
Here I will not find books on a shelf,
That will help me get close to my goal.
Clear I see as a child I was free
Brought to church I was taught God to love.
Where I walk tranquil streams follow me,
Down a path that would lead to above.
Twas my goal never wander away,
For my heart and my soul lived for God.
I would fall on my knees where I’d pray,
Knowing he was my staff and my rod.
Then a storm raged one day at my door,
I was angry at life’s awful turn,
All my faith it just crashed to the floor,
Now my hate strongly started to burn.
Blaming God never came to my mind,
Just my doubt had spread turmoil in me,
Now this dark hole inside made me blind,
All this hate in me screamed set me free.
Welcomed back like the prodigal son,
Jesus kissed all my sorrows away,
Wiped the tears I had shed dried each one,
I am saved by his grace every day.
As I end now this quest finding self,
I’m at peace and my spirit is free.
All my sins just like dust on a shelf,
Free to fly with these wings God gave me.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
10.06.2014
For Pendleton Arkwright’s Contest:
Anapest Trimeter
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
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1.
Why do we persecute this Jesus?
this Palestinian Jew, with claim
to one almighty God?
Ahh! let me home, it’s all too
much, and no avail.
so I Longinus, leader of Pilate’s guard,
which nailed him up, (he never complained)
gave him up, his broken body to his
mother and the crowd; Oh! pitiful
crying and moaning, gnashing of teeth
in their pious, bloody grief
yet….he spoke to me, this Arab, this Jew,
with his eyes, he looked resolute and calm:
and a smile (aghast!) he had for me.
and the earth trembled and shook;
afraid;
they loved him the many, I could see,
and I spoke out loud the words that I
believed, that he was real, and one with
he above!
and they looked at me, my men, and scowled,
ahh!...who are they to know?
and time and days passed. And I deserted:
2.
and I took on the garb of wanderer, so as to
be free, and sensed a great commotion;
“he’s back!. He’s never dead!”
and I was led by disciples’ horny hands, for they
knew me now, to a tomb, gaping hole and door-stone
rolled aside.
and they shouted “where is he? where’s the master?”
and a passing storm became a torrent and the rivers
swelled and the winds blew their strong wind,
and took away the grave’s harsh stink: then as
quickly as it had begun, a sound like the rumble
of a quake, split the sky and sunlight, warmed
and dried the earth around.
and there the master in shining white,
fresh with neat trimmed beard, as if out
for a walk with kith and kin, came.
and up on a mountain we followed to the
top, and he spoke; but because of the great
clamor all about him, I could only catch a
few words,
“make new disciples,” “ teach” and something
about him always being with us.
and then (I tell no lie)…his body took up to the
warm sky, with flowing robes and a choir of heavenly
verse, the likes of which I had never heard.
and he was gone.
3.
and I taught his words, for some time after; and each
time I spoke I felt grown; and so, I lived my life:
but not for long; and soon I took his place and bid
the sorry world, this place, a painful goodbye.
and when next I saw his smile, his tearful foreign
eye; I swelled; and went to his side:
and he placed his hand in mine.
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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“Power over Adversity”
by: Eric L. Boddie
Thank You for the victory that only You could conceive
Thank You for the air You allow each of us to breathe
Thank You for the food that keeps us going strong
Thank You for the Church, the place we all belong
Thank You for the rain that falls from above
Thank You for the struggle, it makes us worthy of Your Love
Thank You for the water, the maintainer of life
Thank You for the woman, only she can be a wife
Thank You for the children, the only form of man which is totally true
Thank You for the devil, only his test can prove our loyalty to You
Thank You for the saints who are not afraid to call upon Your Name
Thank You for the sacrifice given the last time You came
Thank You for Your Word, the greatest power ever
Thank You for Your Guidance through the stormiest weather
Thank You for listening every time I want to talk
Thank You for following me, no matter where I walk
Thank You for Your Mercy, It has been given so many times
Thank You for Your Forgiveness, even for the things which only occur in my mind
Thank You for my soul, the place where the costs of my sins will be paid
Thank You for Job, the greatest example ever made
Thank You for my brothers and sisters, just them, not the things they do
Thank You for my mother, she gave me directions to where I could find You
Thank You, Heavenly Father, because only in You can we place all of our trust
Thank You for Your Holy Son, He cleared a path for us
Copyright © eric boddie | Year Posted 2015
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God sent His only Son to Earth to bring
Enlightenment, Hope and Harmony.
Free will forbade that he should force
The Truth on world that would not see.
For thirty years Christ labored here,
With His clear message from above.
Enlightenment, Hope and Harmony
Will come when Man has learned to love.
Betrayed by one professed as friend,
Christ died upon the cruel tree.
The only charges they could press
Were Enlightenment, Hope and Harmony.
Christ died, but then He did not die
And His bright light still lights the way
To Enlightenment, Hope and Harmony
If we live and love in His pure way.
April 20/13
For Enlightenment, Hope and Harmony contest
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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Christmas with Christ – Melchoir’s Story
Wondrous symbols and signs appear in the heavens,
heralding that an amazing event is about to happen…
the birth of a royal child in the town of Bethlehem,
one who will transform the world and make it whole again.
Guided by the light of a strange brilliant star,
I and my companions travel by night from afar.
We come to pay homage to this newborn Jewish King,
this Prince of Peace who will save our world from sin.
We wonder, how can this be, when all we see
are such wretched signs of abject poverty?
Joseph, Mary, and Lord Jesus, the little Baby,
sheltered with oxen, sheep, and lamb in a stable.
But we three kings humbly fall on our knees in wonder,
bowing our heads and giving our hearts to this Babe so tender.
Sensing we’re in the midst of a divine, royal presence,
Gaspar, warm brown eyes aglow, gifts Him rare frankincense.
Noble Balthazar, his dark chocolate skin glistening,
presents Him with aromatic, rich myrrh, for anointing;
and I, Melchoir, entranced by this miraculous sight,
bring precious gold to worship Him, this Child of Light.
Holding the Babe in my arms, there're no words to be said;
but as I cuddle Him closely, I’m overcome with intense dread.
For in a vision, I can clearly see Him suffering years ahead;
He’s nailed to a wooden cross, wearing a bloodied crown of red.
Impulsively, I’m tempted to hide Him in my warm cloak of gold,
and help Him escape from a fate that’s been foretold.
While history will see me as only one of Three Wise Men,
none will ever know that I could’ve changed fate right then.
But wisely I realize that it’s not for me to decide
whether this innocent Child shall live or be crucified.
I only know I must not interfere, but leave Him to fulfill
His Messianic destiny, by carrying out God’s divine will.
So while sadly, reluctantly, for the Orient I must depart,
I also leave with happiness and great hope in my heart,
as my vision also revealed, there’s redemption in His blessed birth;
and there'll be good will toward all men and Peace on Earth!
11-22-2015
Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2015