Best Preaching Poems
Trembling in the silence of a fresh snowfall, awaiting the struggle of laughter and tears, the beautiful that comes from stars shadowed by flakes so gentle they seem to speak silence into the spirit – like the voice of a vision, preaching peace ~ quote by poet
Secreted beneath the gentle fragments, shivering,
Blown in piles, demanding as January’s piercing light,
Silence caressing the stones, the oaks, the pines,
In glistening reflections, hearts possessed,
By the indigo skies who are burning with grace,
Speckled with sensations, amazement –
Sweltering in the 12 degree rays, where moments
Tend to breath in the crispness and release brilliance,
In waves, wisdom from the hunger
Ravenous appetites, awaiting the colors of light,
Friendly aromas of souls, newly blooming,
Emitting sounds that go on, unnoticed, echoes,
Vibrations trembling in soothing sighs…
Melodious blessings, ranging from hearts to insights,
Lifting the nights on wings of angels,
Promising the heavens to release the broken hearts,
Send comfort to the earth in the form of snow,
Who breathes a quiet truth, silence…
Beaming from the tender scales, shavings of ice,
Glittery and crisp, crumbling into moments,
When the laughing sun kisses the blanketed ridges,
Stirring the scene so that only the blurry vision,
Squinted from eyes who remember –
On the snow covered land there is plenty to glimpse,
But only the blinded eyes can truly remember,
How the sparkling snow seemed to shudder and shake,
In silence… deciding just how significant
How consuming is the silence of a shadow,
Reflected on the land whose bathed in fresh white,
The frosty sheen of hope breathing its lasting glance,
Over the peaceful promise of this kind and graceful spectacle,
Commotion in brilliance, awakening the spirit,
With a wonderful white home where the fires crack,
Popping so that even the wood can feel the flames traveling,
Deep into the bones, risking tragedy…
To be lauded by the sensations of Winter’s amazing,
Winter chasing the dreams, the belief, the faded hope…
For those silhouettes who follow the moon,
Ride the stars and twinkle like the deathlike grief,
Who arranges for even the darkness to be plucked from the earth,
By the fresh fallen flurries who break away the brittle,
Soothing souls so that they’re sanctified by the sentimental.
She guides, she smiles, she invites
Hearts to hope, to relish her light
She inspires, she admires, she stirs
Compassion and joy, precious wonders
Unfolding in the spirit of those who listen
To the treasure of her gift, her brilliance
The way she soothes and calms
The wonder of her grace, her mercy
The miracle of her unconditional love
She is creativity, vision, the muse
Flames of passion in hues so beautiful
They motivate the imagination
Free spirits from stagnation, smile
Music into the lives of those who listen
To her brave silence, her invitation
To heavenly stillness, the quiet of moon
The light of truth – as stars shimmer
Rivers tremble, almost spiritual, uplifting
Calming the senses, so reassuring, heartening
She is gifted, like the soul’s sister
Releasing every resentment to the past
Where it fades into the shadows
As healing blends away the doubts
Preparing the spirit for the healing
That comes to those who hear her words
Her life-giving, life-changing verses
Poetry from the spirit, the feelings
Rhythms of grace, so compelling, fulfilling
Awakening the burning sensations, the stirring
Intimacy so amazing, the kiss of affection
Poured into the one who listens to her
She is acquainted with fear and pain
Yet she remains unchanged, a blessing
Wisdom delights in the faithful
Finds strength, even in weakness
Never doubts, but always commends
The one who hears her with a faithful ear
The one who needs her more than their suspicions
The one who knows her as God’s gift, His teacher…
Wisdom is the soul’s preacher!
1 Corinthians 1 (KJV)
28 And base things of the world, and things which are despised, hath God chosen, yea, and things which are not, to bring to nought things that are:
29 That no flesh should glory in his presence.
30 But of him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption:
Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.
-Benjamin Franklin
When a teacher is teaching , some smart students
Always love so much their teacher because
They want to be knowledgeable in their lives.
You can ask yourselves some questions
About the concern of Christ Jesus on Peter...
Why was He much connected to him?
Why Peter recognised Him and
He told him to keep it secretly?
Why did Jesus leave the keys
To open the heavens to Peter?
Why Peter was the first disciple who recognised
The arrival of the Holy Spirit and reminded people
about the promise of Christ Jesus?
In the class of hundred students
There always be two or three students
Who want to be like their teacher.
By surprise, Peter succeeded to walk
on the waters
while he was still student
In the college of Christ Jesus.
When the apostles started to teach people ,
Peter astonished some people
When he hold the hand
of a cripple beggar
By the door
of the temple and
said to him,
" in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth walk"
The cripple from birth walked ,
started to jump...
jumping.
Some demons- possessed people and
different sick people were healed
by God through the shadow of Peter.
In Samaria none had the Holy Spirit but
They had been baptized
in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ.
When Peter and John went there,
Then placed their hands upon them and
They received the Holy Spirit.
A teacher is always happy when some students
focus on his teachings.
Imagine how happy Christ Jesus was
When he was surrounded
by his disciples?
Imagine how happy the apostles were
When they started
doing some things
Which their Teacher did?
Every good biblical teacher
" or preacher"
always be happy to hear some testimonies
of some transformed people here and there.
June 17th 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Deaf tone musical as dialectics converse obstinate’s embrace
Preaching the priest,
Full of devotees,
Empty bellies!
Need courage to begin as to surpass
So vivid a word yet so hard
Popularly connotes play your part
My dialect implies opposite of far
So vivid a word yet so hard
Still needs no explanation bar
My dialect implies opposite of far
Truth will slay all fearing power
Still needs no explanation bar
One distributes what is acquired
Truth will slay all fearing power
Perception makes life easy…simpler
One distributes what is acquired
Respect all if affection is desired
Perception makes life easy…simpler
“Spiritual Smile” eradicates all evil
Respect all if affection is desired
Popularly connotes play your part
“Spiritual Smile” eradicates all evil
Need courage to begin as to surpass
Two black soul brothers
Standing on the corner
In front of Metro center
On a Friday night
In the heart of the new evil empire
The center of the beast
Hell Central
Preaching the word of god
The news of the end of the world
The proverbial end times
Were upon us and coming soon
The commuters, workers and bemused tourists
Walk on by the preacher men
Some pay attention, most walk on by
They did not want to hear
They did not understand
And the preacher man kept
Preaching the word of god
And no one paid any attention
None at all
God is going to punish us
God is coming soon
To punish the wicked and the evil
And to set things right
God is going to punish the U.S.
For its arrogance, hubris and hypocrisy
For its greed and evil
Disguised as saving the world
From the evil ones
God is coming, oh yeah he is on his way
And boy is he angry at us
At the entire human race
And God, let me tell yah
He ain't the wimpy, wampy pappy
White boy false god of the New Testament
The false deity that the evil Reverend Farwell
And the smarmy Pat Robinson worship
Hell no
God ain't that god
God is a mean, angry powerful God
The god of the Old Testament
The god of the Koran and the god of old
The god that man once feared
Yeah, I am talking about that god
Jehovah, Zeus, Allah and a thousand other names
The god that our ancestors feared
The real deal, and boy is he pissed off
And he is coming to set up straight
And send most of us straight to hell
PREACHING SUNDAY
In the old country church,
Preaching Sunday was quite a big deal;
In just a few words, I’ll give you a feel.
White gloved ushers monitor each bench and pew,
Wearing uniforms starched to look like brand new.
Little girls decked out in ruffles and bows,
Sit with mothers in hats sharp
From their heads to their toes.
The minister quotes scriptures With deep breaths
And long pause,
He makes so dramatic each and every clause.
At the end of the message, when some hymn is sung,
Shouts ring out between every rung.
There’s some jerking and fanning and some falling out,
Small ones wonder what all the commotions about.
When everything’s over and the service is done,
Everyone enjoys a grand feast on the lawn.
Copyright 2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
from Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia-A Life In Poems
#southenlife #southenpoems #countychurch
There is a place for the poetic preacher,
even in this forum---one can so feature
a castigating word, narrow-minded screed,
up to each person to decide what they read,
and while I don’t much like damning lines,
exploding like old-fashioned land mines,
I’ll hold my tongue while they do their work,
unless they become an insufferable jerk.
Some preachers think that Spongebob Squarepants is gay and they'd like to see him be
expunged.
Instead of preaching against rape, murder and other problems, they preach against a
sponge.
I use sponges to clean my tub but I don't believe that they're gay.
If I did believe that, the men in white coats would take me away.
They preach against a cartoon character who isn't even real.
When they preach against such a thing, it has no appeal.
These preachers should find other things to preach against.
Preaching that a sponge is gay makes absolutely no sense.
(THIS IS A TRUE STORY.)
An onion
said, to a
pepper fruit.
How do you
do, today?
Without a
pause, he
added too
It’s quite an
age, dear
you?
How-do-you-
do, lovely
bulb
-Replied, the
pepper fruit
Out there, I
camped
All season
through,
Pepper also
adds, too.
That aside,
the onion
said,
More closer,
the pepper
stepped –
Saying, what
bothers you?
Kindly tell, if
this is true
If truly our
death is due!
I hear of
knives, I hear
of grind –
And this
upsets my
mind!
Onion bulb! –
Think not of
that.
Thank God,
you have
made impart.
The world we
live, is just
like that,
One day, –
two friends
must part!
No! No! No!
Humans are
bad –
We need to
let them
know!
I dream of
days, still yet
to come,
Greater
things, I
would love to
show!
Onion bulb!
It’s always
good –
To do quick,
what you
could!
The time we
have, are far
too short.
Time is a rod,
it rust!
No! No! No! I
don’t agree
It’s not at
home, at all
with me.
Time-
Should be
sold and
bought!
The best of
time, listen
onion –
A well-spent
time, it is.
Just two gate
entrance the
world
Birth and
death, it is.
Oh my God, I
will soon be
picked
My brother
has just been
picked!
Even you,
your cap is
gone,
And still, you
still don’t
care.
What else,
what else –
Can I, or do?
Another
phase,
I head!
No! No! No! I
will make
them cry
Weep they,
weep they
like kids.
Perhaps,
perhaps –and
perhaps,
perhaps
Humans,
humans
would heed!
Rest in
peace, dear
onion bulb.
I still await
my death
Of Grinding
pestle and
the grinding
force.
‘’for every
soul, A must
is death!!!’’
I
Whispers tell me, You won't save me
It's the old story, some are Elect, some not!
But this one TRUTH is MY story
You still reign Jesus, You my God
II
I don't know the singer, the title of song
When my soul feels forsaken AND
I can't see ahead, can't get along
THE Voice & Lyrics HEAL (John 10:10)
III
WHEN U only feel your heart is breaking
Don't believe naysayers - that U are forsaken
The simple gospel is: JESUS DIED FOR ALL
The only exception - not any sin - but rejecting Him
The Preaching of the Gospel Is An Offense!
Scripture says the preaching of the gospel,
is an offense to the lost.
Christ’ followers should share HIS news! No matter the cost!
It seems like many in church are walking in a spirit of fear.
Many would just rather live a life that’s “happy and secure.”
“Why tell others of God’s salvation?” This may offend!
Why, it may even cost them to lose one of their “friends!”
Many don’t know enough of God’s word to share to another.
They have a hard enough time loving
their sister or brother!
God help us! For the many who
Who claim to be Christ’ believers!
Many have listened to the lies of the great deceiver!
Rather than being the person to preach the gospel this hour…
Many don’t seek the Lord’s wisdom,
strength or power!
Ball games seem to have replaced a need for prayer…
Why witness to the lost? Is there anyone who cares?
It’s no wonder why we live in a confused generation.
As many families don’t have Jesus as their foundation!
The gospel of Jesus Christ is the best news around!
It needs to be spread to every city, village and town!
May we all be stirred to preach the good news today!
And be stirred with the words that Christ has to say!
Whosoever will, come and drink of the life he gives!
And live by HIS gospel! Each day that we live!
By Jim Pemberton 09/18/13
Two bible-blabbering pastors
from two denominational sectors
ended up in stitches and plasters.
One man yelled: "Faith alone can save a man!"
The other screamed: "Only good deeds can!"
They swung bulky bibles, shouted curses,
bludgeoned and battered their righteous faces.
Oh, how they tried to kill each other,
for faith, for charity, but didn't bother
to heed the Lord's words: "Love one another."
Pain withheld from a skeptic being
Colliding emotion to save, destroy
Bonds breaking, cleansing forming creation
Bring to me hell for I await burning flesh over my forsaken soul
Life lingers with the bitter stench of apathy
Awaiting the savior to release my contorted soul
Searching, scouring all to relieve torture from my existence
Blinding cynicism is all that prevents you from reaching that binding high, connection
to create everlasting love
Preaching utopia, an ongoing challenge