Best Lifebirth Poems
when you think of a woman giving birth your first thought is the labor pains
the struggle a woman endures so that mankind will forever remain
but in the spiritual realm giving birth is not just a woman's role
it involves every human being for it's about the evolution of one's soul
it consists of first perceiving the gifts and blessings that God has for you
then it's about letting go of the fears, the sins and those issues you need to work through
in the book of Jeremiah God made a statement that was bold and strong
He said He knew of us in the womb before any of us were born
He set each of us apart and gave us each an anointing
He made a promise to each of us and gave us all an appointing
we all have a purpose to fulfill and a task He desires we perform
we're all here for a reason and that's why we were born
but in order for your Godly gifts to manifest
the labor pains of spiritual birth you must address
and in order for you to spiritually grow
the seeds of God's wisdom you must now sow
it's time for you to give birth
to discern your purpose here on earth
don't be in such a hurry as a fetus needs time to formulate
for the gestation period is the time to sit back and wait
you want the baby to develop completely and fully
and not run the risk of having any birth deficiencies
and once that child is born be mindful of the things that it ingests
give it the bread of life to eat and the living water to quench its thirst
then train it up in the ways of God and tell it about Jesus the Christ
and that child will never stray far from the Christian life
it's time to give birth to be reborn and be renewed
it's time to give birth to the spirit of God that now dwells in you
there will be some sacrifice, some concessions and surely some pain
but you have to walk through the fire in order to remove those sinful stains
as a new babe in Christ have no fear, don't be weak and fold up your tent
God has so much in store for you, His blessings, gifts and presence
it's time to give birth by stirring up those Godly gifts that are inside of you
it's time to give life to the things that God has pre-destined for you to do
There is a tide I yearn to ride;
A need to feel the world grow real.
There is a storm that brews unborn;
And strains for peace -- the soul’s release.
I seek some proof of God’s great truth;
Yet shrink inside my hardened hide.
This is my life -- I flee from strife,
And kill myself, upon the shelf.
This is my breath, it cries for death,
Then hides inside the kiddie rides.
This is my birth, it draws no mirth,
And brings but fear, the end draws near.
But what is death,
And what is birth;
And what is life,
And what is truth.
All tides and storms abide and form
Our birth on earth and death of breath.
All stormy tides throw proof of truth
Into our hides stretched on God’s roof.
The birth of mirth,
The death of breath,
The strife of life,
The proof of truth,
The tidal storm,
The child is born,
To live in strife,
The proof of life.
Is this then life, to conquer strife;
To jeer at fear, and ride the tide.
To push back death with every breath;
To break the shelves and find ourselves.
Is this then peace, and our release,
To stretch when born, and ride the storm;
To laugh at birth upon this earth,
And seek God’s proof of hidden truth.
There is no death, just man’s release;
Eternal breath -- and heaven’s peace.
I am an actor on this stage of life.
My role is factored into all the scenes
Beginning with an innocent delight.
My birth and babbling lines by any means
Directed all attention to this part.
A ham at birth and cute, I was a star.
The photographs and modeling apart
From some occasional fluffing thus far
I acted many roles that came my way.
Until my public image lost its lure
I found myself without a scene to play
Except the one where life shown me the door
A role I never played in my career
An empty lonely man, alone in tears.