Best Lift Up Poems
I WILL LIFT UP MY EYES
I will lift up my eyes unto the hills
To the God of Heaven and seek His will
The Lord, the maker of heaven and earth
Has been my help before my birth
He never slumbers, nor does He sleep
I forever will be in His watchful keep
He is the shade on my right hand
Under His protection, I'll forever stand
I'm preserved from evil, He preserves my soul
I'll trust Him until His face I behold
My going out, and my coming in
Are preserved forever only by Him
One day I'll stand on Heaven's shore
To reign with Him forevermore
Curtis Moorman
22 December 2011
For contest: Faith vs Poetry
Based on Psalm 121:1-8
My mood I lift up...
and happiness
"fills my cup
So in defeat and utter distress
I called above on the Lord
in mercy, He answered me
revealing His blessing in sweet accord
I seem surrounded by evil
hearing so many lying lips
as well as a deceitful tongue
where's my true rescue ship
For too long I have dwelt
among those who detest peace
I stand on God's true shalom
but my enemy's voices never cease
Then I hear God's blessed word
clearly say 'lift up our eyes'
look up for I am here
eternally yours and never dies
(In my distress I called to the Lord,
and he answered me.
Deliver me, O Lord,
from lying lips,
from a deceitful tongue
What shall be given to you,
and what more shall be done to you,
you deceitful tongue?
A warrior's sharp arrows,
with glowing coals of the broom tree!
Woe to me, that I sojourn in Meshech,
that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
Too long have I had my dwelling
among those who hate peace.
I am for peace,
but when I speak, they are for war!)
Psalm 120: 1-7 (ESV)
When all your luck has brought you down,
Your dreams lay shattered on the ground,
Just think of all that God has done,
He gave his one and only begotten Son.
You might recall the perfect plan,
The sacrifice for fallen Man,
There's not a power beneath the sun
to snatch the saved from the Holy One.
Pain is on the run, rejoice!
Lift up your voice, and rejoice!
What better choice,
Pain is on the run, rejoice!
When there's no joy left to be found,
You float like a wraith in a forlorn land,
You might recall the war's been won,
because of all the Lord has done.
Take your torment to the cross,
And put your trust in Jesus' love,
Cloak yourself in righteousness,
Then sing praises and rejoice.
Fear is on the run, rejoice!
Lift up your voice, rejoice!
What better choice,
Failure's on the run, rejoice!
Isaiah 40:26a
"Lift up your eyes on high
and see who has created the stars
The one who leads forth their host
by numbers He call them up by names."
Staring at the stars at night,
Awaiting my limelight,
I cannot be thrown into twilight.
With Him by my side as my guiding light,
Someday I'll be on the spotlight.
Be not ignorant of his devices
he is always on cue with his vices
Longing to plunge one into abyss.
Put on the armour of His virtues,
Molded with the fruits of the spirit
To overcome his vices.
In the face of his devices,
Lift up your eyes on high.
If the courage still exists to do so in our age of political correctness, many of us could ATTEST to the fact that America and the free world have been and is one of the greatest experiments known to mankind since the creation of the nation of Israel in Abraham's time. People of such loyal and patriotic blood are prayerful people who have mindsets of "Thrivers and not Survivalists". But let it be known that to do so requires more than a little NUANCE and a big step away from the normality of politics, whether liberal or conservative. One must have a strong and matured PROCLIVITY for 'outside the box' creative measures of change founded on time-tested principles rather than the latest 'feel good' philosophy. Sometimes, depending on the gravity of the times, TEMERITY is not only appropriate, but it might very well be the last rash act of sanity left for the preservation of a nation. Perhaps the real climate change that is more likely to bring the world to its knees is not taking place in the atmosphere of our environment, but in the sanctuaries of churches, on the streets, and in the halls of Congress in countries the world over. We can pray and do our due diligence as citizens and see a sea of renewal and revival, or not, and watch this fertile land turn to a BARREN desert, or we can stand idly by taking pictures on our cell phones as we watch the sad SAGA of a free world too painful to record. A world unsupported by the prayers of its people would be comparable to, if not worse than, a loss of MARROW in our bones. At the Alimo, those last brave 200 freedom loving Texans, when given options by Mexico to surrender or die, replied with cannon fire. Help never arrived in time for their rescue nor was there to be found an APERTURE pointing a way for escape. However, like the sons and daughters of Abraham at Masada, they never surrendered. This is no time to hate, to horde, or even for survivalists to head for the hills as the world in the valleys go to hell in a handbasket. Regardless of where our native soil might be, we owe it to our homeland to pray and lift up our pens and voices till the children of the earth become children of God or until the King of kings and Lord of lords establishes His Great Kingdom upon the earth.
10262018PoSoupContest, Eight word challege-9, John Hamilton
Lift up your hands
Lift up your hands
Cry out to me
I will give you everlasting joy!
Wipe up those tears that readily fall!
Take lessons from the birds
Who joyfully call,
Singing their hearts out
Before the raging storm
Take lessons from the swallows that ride out the wind
The mighty eagle that glides on updrafts,
Surveying the land.
God clothes them, He feeds them
He gives them shelter from the storm!
So will He in your life.
Just listen for that still small voice.
He will talk to you and guide you.
Let go of the past and live for each day.
Wear His cloak of Armour
And lift up your hands
Close your eyes
And sing for joy!
I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,
neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth,
nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us
from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
R o m a n s 8 : 3 8 - 3 9
We lift up the name of our Lord and our king
With honor and glory and praise as we sing
With joy in our hearts we come before him
As we lift up the name of our Lord and our king
With joy in our hearts we come before him
the Lord of lords and King of Kings to Jesus
The Lamb of God we will sing
With praise and honor and glory to him
We lift up the name of our Lord and our king
With joy in our hearts we come before him
And lift up the name of Jesus our king
Psalm 121: I lift up my eyes to the hills;
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The Maker of heaven and earth!
Each morn the first thing I do when I arise,
Is throw open the blinds to greet a glorious sunrise!
Then, I cite Psalm 121 lifting my eyes t'ward majestic Pikes Peak,
But, alas, America's Mountain hasn't been visible for nearly a week!
Smoke from western fires have eclipsed my view of that venerable mount.
His Handiwork has inspired me more times than I can recount!
Even though I cannot see it, I know Pikes Peak will e'er be there,
And I will continue to lift up my eyes each morn and recite my prayer!
Smile at sorrow's face
Lift up the lowly from ground
Sparkle with vast grace
Walk a mile or two
Lift up the weeping people
Make them whole again
Lift up your hands
Lift up your hands
Cry out to me
I will give you everlasting joy!
Wipe up those tears that readily fall!
Take lessons from the birds
Who joyfully call,
Singing their hearts out
Before the raging storm
Take lessons from the swallows that ride out the wind
The mighty eagle that glides on updrafts,
Surveying the land.
God clothes them, He feeds them
He gives them shelter from the storm!
So will He in your life.
Just listen for that still small voice.
He will talk to you and guide you.
Let go of the past and live for each day.
Wear His cloak of Armour
And lift up your hands
Close your eyes
And sing for joy!
I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,
neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth,
nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us
from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
R o m a n s 8 : 3 8 - 3 9
Blessed are your eyes for, prophets as kings have desired to see
What you thus behold and have not ? Little children, you shall hear
Of wars and rumours of wars yet be nay afraid nor dismayed for truly
These things first must be still her end want to arrive: many of you shall
Be imprisoned and or killed for My names sake because, they have never known
Myself as surely not, Our Father ? Some of you will be gathered afore rulers
There I shall place My words into your mouth where deep, calleth unto deep
Piercing, a place which cannot hide severing they ? Whom soon most surely cryeth
Unto her mountains to spare them this the wrath of yes, The Son of God....
Lightning flashing His Angels turn your eyes precious one's; Love's, redemption has arrived.
We Lift Up Our Lord free verse Security
We lift up our eyes to the One whose throne is in heaven,
the eyes of servants looking to the face of their Master.
Eyes searching for our Creator
Who uncovers his mercy and might.
We lift up our ears to the One whose home is within us,
the ears of students listening for a call from their Teacher.
Ears straining to hear the voice of the Spirit
Who promises us help and hope.
We lift up our souls to the One Who forgives and heals,
the souls of sinners begging for a Physician.
Souls shifting from doubt to trust in Jesus
Who reveals light and life.
We lift up our hands to the One whose hands were pierced,
the hands of surrender raising to honor the Victor.
Hands stretching up to The Lord in commitment to Christ
Who gives us peace and purpose.
We lift up our voices to the One Who alone is worthy,
the voice of the saved praising their Savior.
Voices shouting, “Thank You!” to the Almighty One
Who welcomes us with grace and glory.
We Lift Up Our Lord 2 rhymed couplets Security
Our eyes search for the Creator, day and night;
His Book plainly shows His ingenious might.
Our ears strain to heed the voice of His Spirit
A daily prayer time helps us to hear it.
Our souls shift from doubt to trust in this Jesus;
With everlasting love and grace He frees us.
Our hands stretch upwards in commitment to Christ
We find sure salvation in His sacrifice.
Our voices shout praise to the Almighty One
We long to hear His commendation, “Well done.”
I have been bound;
glory on to Jesus;
I have been found;
merciful by Jesus;
God keeps me sound;
Places my feet firmly, firmly on the ground;
Dynamic power glory unto Jesus;
awesome power coming from our Jesus;
He's are all N all, Father, the Spirit and the Son;
He's the one,
yes, He's the one;
Been set free, glory hallelujah;
I've been set free, glory on to Jesus;
Loosed from my personal misery, (set free, set free)
Lift up you hands in the Sanctuary;
lift up your hands up all ye lands;
lift up your hands all you peoples, sinners, saved all men;
Lift up your hands in the Sanctuary;
Lift up your hands all ye lands;
Lift up your hands in the Sanctuary, let them up say...Amen
Lift up your hands in the sanctuary;
Lift up your hands all ye lands;
Lift up your hands all ye nations, lift up your hands praise the Lord;
Lift up my hearts in the sanctuary;
Lift up our hearts to all ye lands;
Lift up our hands and hearts in the sanctuary;
Let them once again. . . say AMEN
I have been bound;
glory on to Jesus;
I have been found;
merciful by Jesus;
God keeps me sound;
Places my feet firmly, firmly on the ground;
Dynamic power glory unto Jesus;
awesome power coming from our Jesus;
He's are all N all, Father, the Spirit and the Son;
He's the one,
yes, He's the one;
Been set free, glory hallelujah;
I've been set free, glory on to Jesus;
Loosed from my personal misery, (set free, set free)
Lift up you hands in the Sanctuary;
lift up your hands up all ye lands;
lift up your hands all you peoples, sinners, saved all men;
Lift up your hands in the sanctuary;
Lift up your hands all ye lands;
Lift up your hands all ye nations, lift up your hands praise the Lord;
Lift up my hearts in the sanctuary;
Lift up our hearts to all ye lands;
Lift up our hands and hearts in the sanctuary;
Let them once again. . . say AMEN
We lift up our eyes to the One whose throne is in heaven,
the eyes of servants looking to the face of their Master.
Eyes searching for our Creator
Who uncovers his mercy and might.
We lift up our ears to the One whose home is within us,
the ears of students listening for a call from their Teacher.
Ears straining to hear the voice of the Spirit
Who promises us help and hope.
We lift up our souls to the One Who forgives and heals,
the souls of sinners begging for a Physician.
Souls shifting from doubt to trust in Jesus
Who reveals light and life.
We lift up our hands to the One whose hands were pierced,
the hands of surrender raising to honor the Victor.
Hands stretching up to The Lord in commitment to Christ
Who gives us peace and purpose.
We lift up our voices to the One Who alone is worthy,
the voice of the saved praising their Savior.
Voices shouting, “Thank You!” to the Almighty One
Who welcomes us with grace and glory.
September 11, 2019
Contest: Write a Psalm
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