Best Raise The Dead Poems
Softly breathe on weary soul
Your breath, my King, Who paid our toll
Rest now, Your Hand, on weary head
Renewed, in hope, You'll raise the dead
Speak, I pray Thee, Father God,
A dream of Heaven, of where You Trod
Hold the broken, dry the tear,
To those who cry, oh meet us here!
Softly Jesus, over each head,
Your gifts, sweet dreams, upon each bed.
Oh, Lord, please lift the gaze to You
And gently light the pathway through
I pray You lift the broken heart,
Of peace, love hope, You would impart.
Be with my friends in dark of night,
Please hold them Abba, let shine Your Light.
Amen
In the cemetery I walk, so dark it is this night.
Hoping that the Ghouls won't start to bite.
I feel the tug of the dead, as each grave I pass.
Thankful this nervous tension won't last.
Armed with my Animation supplies,
I stare out at all the green glowing eyes.
A chicken for my blood sacrifice,
Raising the dead, there's always a price.
The salt keeps the dead inside.
Using the machete our magic, we'll ride.
Salt is for everybody's protection.
Cold steal seals out any deception.
To prime the earth so the dead will rise,
cast the blood and create our ties.
Focus my energy and the ground starts to shake.
Winds whip through the area and the on-lookers quake.
I command all that is at least 3 days dead.
Just enough time for the soul to move ahead.
Born with this power as a Necromancer,
When I will my power all the dead have to answer.
I look to Sandra Hudson, who hired me,
to raise the dead and hear their screams.
I call Illyanna De La Keur from her deep, dark grave.
Her words are scary so be very, very brave.
For John Loving III's "Haunted Poets Society"
Santa challenged Jesus,
his words were cold as ice;
"I bring toys and happiness"
"I love this festive life"
"I travel around the world,
bringing lots of cheer"
"I have my own shop,
with strapping reindeer"
"I can fly up a chimney,
with a finger aside my nose"
"My elves are working daily,
with bells upon their toes"
"I have a huge mansion,
beyond the North Pole"
"Everybody loves me,
from the youngest to the old"
"I can see the naughty,
the nice and witty too"
"Tell me, dear Jesus,
what exactly can you do?"
Jesus answered quickly,
And this is what he said,
"I can heal the sick,
and even raise the dead"
"I can walk on water,
make a blind man see"
"Your elves are my disciples,
who follow faithfully"
"You say you have a mansion?"
"My Father has many"
"My children's humble prayers,
are answered by me"
"I can turn water,
to the purest of wine"
"I can cast out demons,
to the lowest of swine"
"I can soothe mighty seas,
I can feed the multitude"
"I gave my life for sinners,
you're one I must include"
"I was born for a purpose,
do not forsake this cause"
"Without my resurrection,
there'd be no Santa Claus"
"I will have the final word,
prepare for Judgement Day"
Santa bowed to Jesus,
he began to weep and pray
Santa visits once a year,
Jesus is twenty-four seven;
Ho, ho, ho, and mistletoe,
won't get you into heaven
Merry Christmas!
Who is that brave and noble one I have heard so much about? I saw you standing right next to him in a newspaper report about him. Do you know his agenda, his intentions, and his mission? Where is he, from where did he ascend, and to where is he going? I have heard that he fears neither man nor beast, but has great respect for 'Laws'. Clouds of doom, fear, and gloom hang over our world. So take me to your leader.
I sense that the quest for unity of the 'citizens of the world' is abolishing 'Soveignties'. May our prayers ascend to heaven and may God free us from so many inequities, boiling pots of greed, overflowing pools of political corruption, debaucheries that permeate the atmosphere, and human behavior that's becoming too toxic for habitation. One sign of a good man is that he views constitutions and laws as instruments of sacredness. Evil men loathe laws, and perceiving them as restrictive, change or abolish them at will. I would be so honored to meet and dine with a good man or woman.
So please take me to your leader.
There is so much I need to know about him. So I hope that you have not been sworn to secrecy. He gives all appearance of a giant of a man who longs to be at peace. I have heard that he believes in freedom, justice, and prosperity for all. I have heard he's a good seed, has no greed, and cannot be bought or sold. I have heard that you are close to him, giving him counsel and godly wisdom. It is said of him that he bravely revisits history without becoming a revisionist. The future shall be paved with those who are unafraid of neither today nor yesterday. It seems our world is spent and spineless, and in such demand for true leadership. So take me to your leader.
You are a dear friend of mine, kind and true. So I beg of you, take me to your leader. He need not be grandiose or a wearer of haloes, nor superhuman or unusually charismatic. He need not raise the dead nor walk on water, but perhaps he knows the one who does. Perhaps his ears, eyes, and heart are opened to genuineness and tightly closed to hypocrisy. Perhaps he holds secrets whose revealing time has come, so please take me to your leader.
08042018PSContest, Take Me To Your Leader, Caren Krutsinger, 1stPl.
Slipping on tinkles ain't easy my boy
When zippers get stuck it can be a pain
The thing that I hold once gave me such joy
Now it's just leaky and leaves a round stain
Golden years my **** that's a silly name
Now it's really dangerous to go to bed
I tell you that stuff is a young man's game
She laughs quite loudly "you can't raise the dead!"
A little fast rubbing might do the trick
Perhaps if she tries, it will be worth while
I'm not opposed to a lollipop lick
Three small inches might grow into a mile
Everything worked but then my back went out
What she thought was joy was a painful shout
Disclaimer: No old people were hurt in the writing of this piece. It is also not meant to offend any "Sexy Senior Citizens". Keep limber my friends!!!
But Jesus beheld them, and said unto them, With men this is impossible; but with God all things are possible.
Matthew 19:26 KJV
One might look at this picture
And think this is impossible
One might look at a person
and think there is no hope
But within this person a soul is seeking
For something to spark a fire
Seeking a presence of love within
Somewhere, within all it's there
Sadly, the world makes it harder to find
When trying to learn from mankind
With mankind this is impossible
But through Christ spirit
This newfound love overfills
So then one must remember
It was Christ spirit that put off old self
Not to fall back into a world of no hope
It's not mankind that can raise the dead
Put on these new clothes of
Love , patience, humility, gentleness,
Forgiving, caring, unfound joy, peace,
And rest of vain labors in own path.
To see the impossible come to life
Firsthand, witness of the beauty of God's majestic power
When all else had failed one.
Then one will understand this picture
How could a tree grow here
To think how could God create within
One ,a new creation within
out of that old self : )
One might say where does this faith come from: )
When Jesus fed the multitude
That gathered by the sea
They came for different reasons
Whatever their need might be
Some came for the miracles
To see Him raise the dead
Others followed aimlessly
Just wanting to be fed
Some were just plain curious
To see the things they've heard
But some came for salvation
And to hear Him preach God's Word
I know why I will follow Him
For I know He is God's Son
We all have different reasons
Do you know why you have come
The quiet strum in the living space
It was Christmas day when he played
The struggle real but calm his hands
as he battled with his guitar
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
From the corner of each eye
If we’d have known to spill some tears
Thank goodness moment captured
Saved by a watchful foreboding
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
His sister near, this dear nephew sung
the stanzas as he moved imminent strings
A couple years later, I’d sit up in bed
It was such the occasion to raise the dead
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
This poem not meant to be tailored
just raw, sorrowful, surrendered to
the beautiful moment before the pandemic
then hell took ground and blood spilled out
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
Remembered more the facebook sage
the basking in the baptismal plunge
Before that was the Suicide Song
to his mother, father, sisters, brother
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
He thought he was past this depart-ation
but at last he stepped back into the past
perhaps a legion of demons took hold
Oh how this family pulled, but alas
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
He is remembered kindly despite this act
One friend spoke at his memorial - a grace
as he asked the Lord: only if the pastor asks
for more. He told of my nephew’s witness to him
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
What grace this was. We would not forget
the first and last time we spoke to his friend,
for then the Lord took him too - an accident.
No accident, we met him face to face. Grace
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
SECRET LOVE OF MARIE ANTOINETTE
The raving of last night is everywhere,
she hopes in candle-light; she sets her hair,
while Paris lulls to sleep, the storm goes on
more promises to keep, before the dawn.
More lightning gloats her room, she shakes her head,
and thunderous, the gloom would raise the dead;
in shadows from the sound, where devils wait,
she feels them all around, but it is late;
and so she puts aside her greatest fear,
the feeling someone's died, and very near.
he sees her in the glow and flashing light,
from where she does not know. He waits tonight,
behind her closing door, he's never seen,
he waits to love her with his guillotine
so beautiful in dreams he's always known
her look not what it seems, but his alone.
He's put her in his head, his mortal sin,
her love is just as dead as he has been
all of his life and time, eternally,
and love can't be a crime, if meant to be.
© ron wilson aka ron arbuthnot
aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Many In Church Don’t Know of God’s Power!
There’s many people who attend church on Sundays.
And yet don’t really understand what God’s word says!
Many get excited when the church has a “coffee hour.”
But few really have a desire to experience God’s power!
Prayer time is too often just a few words that are said.
They sing a good tune, but many are “spiritually dead.”
An evangelist comes to town, and many rush to see him!
It’s almost like they want to “bow down” before him!
I’m not here to look for a preacher to get me “excited.”
I want to experience the power of God, that he’s provided!
If I need a drive thru restaurant, I don’t need a church to do it!
When it comes to knowing God’s power… Many refuse it!
It’s only the power of the Lord Jesus, that can raise the dead!
It’s only through knowing his word, that we can truly be fed!
If you want someone to stroke you ears, you’ll find them!
Many will say what you want to hear! You probably know them!
But if you really want the power of God to really change you!
You need to seek his presence! And allow it to touch you!
If you can’t find it in a church building, get into a prayer closet!
There’s a move of God that’s stirring! But many have lost it!
Seek the Lord while he may be found! And enter into his presence!
The Holy Spirit wants to fill you with power! And is omnipresent!
Please come Lord Jesus, and forgive us of our sinful living!
May we enter your courts with a heart
of praise and thanksgiving!
We need you Lord Jesus! May we lift your name up higher!
And seek to be filled with your Holy Ghost’ fire!
By Jim Pemberton 10/09/13
Written January 17, 2011
Sit down in an empty room
No one makes a sound
Unless I ring the alarm and sound all the sirens
The angel of darkness swoons to reel in its catch
If he leads, then I'll follow suit
Preacher preach to me now, while I'm being lifted off of the ground
Rhetoric can't raise the dead
So pull me back before he reels me in with steady hands and fills my mind with lead
I'll leave my best regards to all of those who tried to snap his line in attempts to reel me back
But friends are only friends
You can throw me in an ambulance but as soon as you close the doors
I'll be gone into the weight of my regrets
Following the angel of death into the darkest depths
Until I see the light of all that's left
But at what point do I cross the line in the sand?
How do I know that this could just be the roll of the tide whispering in my ear?
Oh how it digs into my mind
Torn between which side of brightness I will find
Split between the bony hand of disconnect and the flabby flesh of past regret
There I remain waiting for a miracle, looking for a sign
Or am I too far for miracles, am I too blind for signs?
Oh have I let the artist down?
Velvet soft, like rose petals, these thoughts
Free falling like rain drops unto the thirsty earth
Rivulets break cobwebs washing dust prints away
Seeping through a wall of steel formed by time
Will they raise the dead; roll the stone away?
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Once, kids’ eyes lit up while outdoors creating manual, playful scenes
Stories performed by Puppeteers were great fun for young and old
Today, they all seem mesmerized; eyes affixed on video screens
With parents juggling hectic hours, warmth is vaporized from abode
Trending now is video games; spawns of machines have taken over
Hearts and minds made as cold as steel, make you wonder what lies ahead
I doubt the creators are satisfied to have found a four leaf clover
As in the case of Frankenstein, don't be surprised if they try to raise the dead!
Let's face it, we live in a world of greed! Don’t expect a ban on video games
After all, they say, each one comes labeled with a “suggested” rating!
So, it’s up to parents to guide; make time to preview same
As this sophisticated pied piper, for a while, in our homes, will be staying!
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For Yasmin's "Video Games Contest"
He rode in on a donkey,
Multitudes were there
Chants of Hosanna
And Master filled the air
The apostles cleared the way
For this gentle holy man
People reached out to touch him
Not knowing his father’s plan
“Look this way Jesus
Heal my loved one’s pain”
“I heard you raise the dead”
Was a popular refrain
But only Jesus knew
The burden he would bear
As he gently bowed his head
And closed his eyes in prayer
How were they to know
As they knelt to kiss his hem
How soon their cheers would fade
And he would be condemned
But Jesus knew what was ahead
It could not be undone
Thus he freely give his life for us
As God’s only begotten son.
Copyright©2012 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
Lovest Thou Me?
How Peter wept when he had head those words
lovest thou Me more than these?
the pain, shame and the agony of the last few days
had driven this wild fisherman to his knees.
He had thought within himself, I will go with Him
why even to the death!
then circumstances presented themselves and a dreadful terrifying fear
overtook him shouting, “and what if what you’ve believed about Him proved to be a myth?
Yet, he had seen Him raise the dead and
bind up the brokenhearted,
he had witnessed funerals turning into a praise session
as the angel of death from a widow’s son had departed.
He saw Him on the Mount of Transfiguration
as His countenance lit up the sky,
he had seen this same Jesus when Lazarus was dead
His face turned towards Heaven and great tears filled His eyes.
He had witnessed how He fed the five thousand
and caused the lame to walk,
and his ears heard first hand as the blind eyes were opened
and the dumb lips began to talk.
How this broken Peter wailed, “what kind of a man am I”?
that I could have stumbled so,
but on the day of Pentecost we see a transformed Peter preaching to the multitudes
so fearless was he now, that Pharisees and devils had to let him go.
It is this one true fact, that this same Christ Who he loved so deeply
was now living within his own heart,
and His Spirit burned as an unquenchable fire
that would from him now ever depart.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings