Best Religionmay Poems
Walking hand in hand
By the distant shore
Sharing life together
Laughter once more
Talking about the good times
Forgetting about the old
Knowing in our hearts
To each we hold
Blessings we share
From day to day
Success is for sure
And, it's on the way
One chapter may be closed
One window may be opened
But, tomorrow will come
With the blesseth
Assurance of the Lord
Copyright 2002 by Betty L. Hobbs
Dedicated to her oldest son and his new second wife
O, Holy Spirit, come fill my heart and enlighten every facet of my being,
that I may serve the Lord, my God, as He so desires.
Help me to be open to all the wonders of His love,
that I may share them with others.
You are divine, the Love that flows through Father and Son.
Help me to grow in your love. Amen.
The Westboro Baptist Church
By Elton Camp
(A note of explanation: This is written of a church that
makes a practice of picketing funerals of soldiers and
gay people. It is meant as a rebuke to the group (especially
to its “pastor”) and as a call for basic human decency when
one opposes practices held to be wrong.)
The way a church he could begin
Was to fill it mainly with his kin.
On the conscience of most it’d grate
To support a group so filled with hate.
Divine wisdom recorded from above
Says true worshipers must show love.
If one follows the Prince of Peace,
Only then may the gospel increase.
If part of what he says could be true,
The way he acts is not the way to do.
From every type sin one may repent.
He says for gays, that is not meant.
That once they get out of line,
They’re condemned for all time.
And he just delights to tell
How they’ll writhe in hell.
Belief in such a hell is a bunch of rot,
But it sure seems about all he has got.
He never thinks it would be cruelty dire
To burn a sinner forever in such a fire.
The pastor paints God as a fiend
One who toward torture is leaned.
He will have to account some day
For all the vile things he does say.
It should be his main job to persuade.
That’s the way new converts are made.
“Teach them to observe what I command
If before me you have any hope to stand.”
To make it known that of a death he’s glad
To any standard of decency seems very bad.
What does he think gives him any right.
To picket a funeral and scream in spite?
And when the pastor finally passes away,
Would he want his family treated that way?
The words of Jesus are certainly true:
“Do to others as you want done to you.”
You never know what may happen
What may fall and what may risen
What may come your way?
And what may go out of your way
With in a moment things can change
Though everything was in your range
You never realized and purchased everything
Even though you needed few for surviving
You thought you are right and caring
No thankfulness and no duties performing
No praying no spending on causes
Worried over a few of the losses
Though life’s gains brought up smiles
To succeed in life you traveled miles
What if death comes and you are dead
Everything you acquired will all be left
Lord, you've created a flower
How may I give you praise
I hold my petals upward
And accept your loving rays
You're sunshine is a blessing
It's a calming, soothing salve
I give you all the glory
Of the colors that I have
When e're you are unhappy
And your clouded eyes cry down
I recieve your saddened blessing
And I'm sorry for the crown
My thorns had no involvement
But I may have shared the deed
Forgive me Lord, and spare the next
Up and coming seed
I know the sun is coming
So I'll hold my place in line
And hope that maybe I will be
Touched by the Devine
Rockman