Best Religionhope Poems
The battlefield is eerily quiet
waiting for the impeding war
for the roar of battle
for the blood that will be poured
for the tears to be shed
will power on will power
determination against determination
opposing sides begin their descent
one side clinging to hope of getting back
what was lost
what once was
what could’ve been
the strength and inspiration
the desire and passion
the faith and trust
the unconditional love
a light that shone in darkness
now extinguished
this hope wages war
fighting with a smaller army
desperately wanting to win
to claim victory in His name
and rescue what little is left
what has been held captive
and to shine once again
staged and ready on the battlefield
across the way is an army of one
but with many defenses backing it
this driving force is resilient
damned and unwavering
to stand tall and stand firm
this journey has been staggering
when support was needed the most
there were no soldiers in sight
with so many trials and tribulations
there was no season of rest
no calming of the storms
yes you must test your armor
see what it can endure
see what battles it can undergo
but after surviving many combats
even the strongest wears down
even the strongest gets weary
and your armor starts to give away
how much more can it tolerate
until it is pierced and blood shed
why can’t the Blacksmith repair it?
will He not help make it stronger?
does He not see the danger ahead?
where was He when aid was needed the most?
just stand there and watch
wait for the fall of this army
the battlefield waiting
one breath in the cold air
one dull sword and brittle shield
an army of one
fueled by bitterness and anger
betrayal and abandonment
hardened and thick skinned
full of determination to win
to survive another battle
this army of one
ready for whatever comes
prepared to go down fighting
this army of one
left out alone
on a battlefield of life
a soldier made by the uncaring
molded by the unloving
this army of one
shall march ahead and fight
as both sides begin their descent
a battle cry sings out
and the war has begun
Forgive my hope abounding
sometimes in oft proclaim
became truth so surrounding,
than lassified pofane!
Forgive the years rebounding
of asking for thy care
if sin reclaimed the pounding
of erstwhile truth's reshare!
Sullied, tempified
that understanding's tred
the glory that was come of God
in man, went to his head!
And so the preacher, bonifide
though sincere in his sted
seems more a milked down stereotype
while Christ the risen . . bled!
Do comfort more the mind's insight
to hold truth in its led
the hope of man so glorified,
humiliations . . . shed!
By Betty L. Hobbs
What dreams are mine
When I see Jesus smile
When I live my life worthwhile
For time I realize without criticism
My hope is filled with dreams
And my future I can’t see
But God can understand
That I am just a woman and not a man
What dreams are mine
When hope in my life
I can find for deep in my heart
Christ I’ll find
© Copyright 2004 Betty L. Hobbs
Yeshua, you are
Our hope of salvation
Dying for us
Our hope of glory
Living in us
Yeshua, you are
Our hope for the future
Living for you
Our hope for redemption
Alive in you