Best Redemption Poems

The Goddess Of Blessed Redemption

She gave me a foundation of love's pleasures
complete with wondrous bountiful measures
she a gentle goddess of golden hues,
swept this heart away, vanquished all its blues.
From a verdant forest spring she arrived
relieving me of life sadly contrived.
None other could love and give...

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I stood as though reborn on mounded dirt,
which seemed so moist it strangely could assuage
the ache from bowels that howled from so much hurt.
Would ground then be my cure or a mirage?
Enticed, I deeply pressed each foot through soil
till they took root and fixed me...

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The Rose of Sharon bled holy red
with a crown of thorns upon His head
His blood flowed through time and space
pleased the Father, covered our disgrace.

How great Thou art, oh spotless Lamb
to suffer for the souls of man
innocent, beaten, torn and scarred
healed by Your stripes from...

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This is the story of God's redemption
how He displays His love upon His own
in His masterplan of saving sinful man
His son Jesus Christ came our sins to atone

God looks down on this old world
seeing its sinfulness continues to abound
the good Lord is holy and without...

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Seeking Redemption Beyond The Horizon


          While my mind ventures to unravel the origins of human enmities
          Craves to stumble upon a most sagacious and diplomatic solution,
 ...

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He rode the wind on mighty steed
He drove it fast to gain more speed
To win maiden in noble deed
As he galloped in the night…

He found his damsel in distress
With dragon claws clutching her dress
Disheveled hair and heart astress
As he galloped within sight…

One swift leap and...

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Through open window floats orange sun,
blaze settling on my wrinkled brow.
Closed eyes spur visit from days done.
Dark thoughts escape to highest bough;
new freedom builds the here and now.

Past shadows meld into the clouds.
On highest bough I perch upon,
my teardrops fall with sorrow’s shroud.
As orange pulp...

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Redemption 
She slowly uncoiled her gray streaked hair that fell to her waist. She removed her 
spectacles to see more clearly the windswept icy snow clinging to the branches. A 
pause, settling something deep within; then her gaze shifted to me.
I reached out, but found...

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Lately I've been thinking of the past I don't know why.
Past memories only make me cry.
Sometimes I hold so much inside.
Carefully in my heart they will be forgotten and a place to hide.
So many wounds and unhealed scars.
Damaged and wrecked like a compact car.
I read...

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Manger Shadow

A shadow lurks behind the manger bed
 Swaddled by indifference,
  Creeping behind
 Lowing cows 
And 
Bleating sheep,
Power without power raising up a hoary head
 While in vanity dim shades attempt to weave
  A gloomy thread into the scent
   	 Of...

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It is human nature to hate him whom you have injured. ~Tacitus

as children 
we looked past the world’s artificial trappings 
the ravelment of doctrines 
and the glaring capitalistic displays
the only criteria was that we’re friends 

growing up 
the world we inhabited 
shrank as we embraced...

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Once

Only once in a dream tornadoes uproot a house
Spinning over black and white fields of corn
Straight through the open arms of a rainbow
Two companions cling way up high above the storm.

Only once in a dream a yellow road
Built of spiraling ochre bricks
Winds away from tender...

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You sockdologizing old man-trap long decayed
where claws curl tight in dust and brittle bone
your lies are hyenas dancing in the flame
their jaws a rattle tearing flesh to stone
their laughter cracks the silence and the name
of truth that bleeds until the world has grown
as hollow as...

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It's like your world is ending 
Everything comes crashing down
Can't catch your breathe
Down, down, down you drown

Waking in the morning
To another dreaded day
Going through the hustle
Just to keep the pain at bay

Escaping is what you want
Numbing you try to survive
Hating the world when you're sober
Hate...

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III.
But I had a much higher purpose now,
damned or not, I would serve the True God,
for thirty years I served with my brothers,
upon a humble path I faithfully trod.

Maybe I wasn’t a miracle worker,
though I saved lost pilgrims in my time,
age etched lines in my...

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