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- Peace, Love, and Gods Greatest Gift -




The mellifluous musical tones of the village bells

Echoing chimes over the cold snowcapped mountains

Both finding their way to people in the valley below

Christmas songs — let your spirit sing freely and loudly

Welcoming the Birth of Our Savior and Baby King

Who so charms the Angels on High and God Himself

On this night, The Star was so beautiful, clear, and shiny

Crisp and so crystal-bright, centered above and beyond

Reflecting now the Lord God’s most divine and holy light

There is real magic in the night air as Heaven rejoices aloud

The child and the infant’s divine soul breathe life now intently

Fulfilling truly God’s very promise and His hope to Mankind

Keep this Christmas spirit — share it with others near and far

Grace filled with good tidings as we dance on wings of joy

We all now celebrate in great happiness, love, and kindness

Christmas is forever — and you must never ever close this door

Faith always enters, carrying His guiding torch high and proud

And encouraging Man every step of the way on his long journey

Even in a simple cradle where the Baby Jesus so innocently lay

Heaven doth bathe His cradle with the warmest rays of divine light

Bespeaking the heavenly beauty, joy, and wonder of Our Savior

Amazing peace makes a lovely gift, I wish for all of us to have

As new life blossoms, wrapped in petals of an immaculate heart

God’s holy blessing, love, and intention are clear for all to see

That Holy Night the Angels entire sang mirthfully on Christmas Eve

Praising Almighty Lord God in Heaven on the birth of His only son

The Angels’ paeans echoed in their divine beauty across the Universe

To bring peace now, glowing with your love, is His divine intention

Rejoicing in God’s Greatest Gift to Mankind who was born in a manger

Destined to become Our Most Holy and Divine Savior — Amen! Amen!






Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid, and Gary Bateman
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 1, 2015 (Unrhymed Tercet)


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015


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SNOW GLOBE

Welcome to my ----- life
A beautiful broken aura
             Unsettled flakes
             The sound of yesterday
             Shattered winter glass
Transcend to the unconscious mind
Frozen, dead, yet alive
Hell, escapes my future of eternal suffering 
Tiny buttons of snow -fall to my feet
Firewood burns endlessly,
The hairs of her soft skin rise like wheat
Shadows by hand flip the hourglass
The possibility of change takes  --- need
She stands on the outside of my dreams
Looking in;
Quietly she summons the cold legion 
Confused, trying to cleanse her soul 
She wipes off old fingerprints 

White glitter, forgotten notes
Spiritual spells enhanced in a quiet villa
Shadows of hands toss the glow
Daydreaming inside another dream
Falling flakes in hopes of peace
A warm bedded cabin sits at ease
Observing, breathing, mind settling
Swirling into an earthy feel
Another long downward drift
 
Shadows of hands set the tide
She awakens, sharing the stars
She mocks the sun, her eyes sparkle
Covered in snow - aging peacefully
She fibers to soothe her soul
She reeks, neither heaven nor hell
Temporary punishment, rattling thoughts
Captured in a transparent globe
Passing through a purgatory world
No walls, no in between
Falling far from the echoes of life
Sacrificed by death before salvation 
Transcending to the unconscious mind
             Shattered winter glass
             The sound of yesterday
             Unsettled flakes
A beautiful broken aura
Depart from my ----- life             

By: PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015


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The Treasure Of Birth

It's hard to describe
that true sense of pride

that comes with the worth
of your babies birth

A child takes your heart
right from the start

and wills you to sow
a love destined to grow

From dress ups to cupcakes
from boo-boos to heartbreaks

it's all worth the pain
from the treasure we gain

Time spent together
can only be measured

in memories we hold 
as part of our soul

God keep this life
from turmoil and strife

give it love and care
and blessings to share

For all that we ask
is that we're up to the task

and do all that we must
to honor your trust.



Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2017


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Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.


Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013


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HOLY IS THE LAMB


    You must teach me to be humble 
    For love is the reason you died 
    The lamb is so clean, white and holy 
    A newborn Lamb of God who makes new life begin 
    The Lamb gentleness is evident for all 
    Take away my sinful thoughts and lies 
    Worthy is the Lamb that carries your words 
    I'm no angel, but I know they exist 
    You paid with your blood for the salvation of men 
    Love abundance is where you are found 

    



    Contest Name:HOLY IS THE LAMB...
    Sponsor:Verlena S. Walker
    Deadline:10/11/2014 



    05.10.2014
    A-L Andresen :)
    Copyright © All Rights Reserved 

    - Thank you for my 2nd place in contest :) - 
    





Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2014


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Element Water

It took place shortly after   and the stage was set
before words      before ink      before heavenly breath
There was a rain on the parade
of eternal monotony
and the angels were elated

In the Beginning God created...      the verse everyone knows
tantalizing phrasing that leaves you on your tip-toes

before grass      before plants      before earthly foes

And the earth was without form...      (and talk about void!)

It was there when it was all lightning and storm:
chaos untamed in watery upheaval,
though the celestial walls were impermeable

Enough disarray to make a grown man weep

And darkness was over the surface of the deep...

It was there before it was given the title: Sea
Before light was birthed with a "Let there be"

Blanketing the earth with cerulean comfort
in preparation for ethereal tickles,
despair happy to take her wings

And the Spirit of God was hovering...

Like a golden eagle dipping down
into azure pools
knowing mountains will soon rise from your depths

... but LOVE is the requisite
   ... and HOPE is the heart of it

Just like the weather that's about to hit the scene,
before Pangaea performs in emerald green

... and there was morning      the Second Day

Can you not hear your doubts just wash away?

---remember what happened on the Third?
I'm sure you do---

As you see Him reaching down with liquid love for you,
longing to invigorate your being

He wants to split you in half
as the Rod of Moshe
made watery walls of crystallization
He longs to enter into your towering trust

(and not just on occasion)

For sometimes the Water of Life is dramatic
Sometimes it's not

And sometimes your fears could use a little irrigation
(right now your eyes could use
a bit of prayerful precipitation)

Remember the ruby water that dripped down
the Face of the Son
that fateful day
Drink it in      Become full
Indulge in humble hydration

Your heart will tell you what you should

And behold it was very good...



NOTE: Moshe is the Hebrew rendering of the name Moses.

Written April 2nd, 2016
For the Element Water Contest Hosted by Brian Davey

Six Words Used: Impermeable, Requisite, Invigorate, Crystallization, Precipitation, Hydration


Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016


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Red Roses on Calvary

There were roses on Calvary that day, you know.
Bunches and bunches of roses adorning the skull.
Red roses! For crimson blood seeped profusely that day.
It had to be so for our own sake.  Divine blood 
that dripped from a thousand and one hematic wounds
as He hang on a brittle tree He Himself had created.
 
There were sharp, pointed thorns too on the roses.
They adorned His Divine head, piercing the smooth skin,
forcing majestic blood ooze down into His royal eyes,
stinging them abundantly, preventing proper sight.
No wonder the prophet Isaiah said of Him:
"his appearance was so disfigured beyond that of any man 
and his form marred beyond human likeness....."
Such were the pointed thorns that crowned Him King of Kings.
 
Yet for those who know, there was perfume there too.
A fabulous fragrance that came down from Heaven
on the wings of the Holy Spirit, a balm of blissful grace,
that we may wash ourselves in it and be justified.
"He took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows,"
For He loved us much.  And we?  Do we return His Love?

23 March 2016

A Broken Wings Contest
Placed 5

Voted POTD on 16 May 2016


Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016


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Of Perfect Beauty



And say unto Tyrus, O thou that art
situate at the entry of the sea, which
art a merchant of the people for many
isles, Thus saith the Lord GOD; O Tyrus,
thou hast said, I am of perfect beauty
— Ezek. 27:3


Libertas,
she who is of perfect beauty
Roman goddess,
situated at the entry of the sea

You hold a torch
that burns a cold flame
From the South Pole to the North,
everyone on Earth knows your name

America,
America
She reincarnated your ancient fame

America,
America
Her prideful beauty became her shame

Libertas,
the fame of your beauty everyone wanted to see
In the presence of a goddess,
all people from every nation worldwide wanted to be

You hold the dovetail tablet
that inscribes the progress of liberty
From the North Pole to the South,
they flock to the land that stands in the midst of the seas
All hoping to reach your shores, dreaming to be free

America,
America
You now reject those who seek haven within your buxom border

America,
America
The Holy Scriptures thus declare: Set your divided house in order

Libertas,
graven goddess greeting poor souls 
seeking the bond of assimilation with one another

America,
merchant queen selling plastic rainbows,
you look just like Tyrus, your ancient twin brother

Your picture perfect beauty
is rapidly fading away
You always took pride in your nudity,
now an ugly portrait resembling an aging Dorian Gray







Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017


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Saints and Sinners - Sinners and Saints

The path to take for all is shown - saints and sinners; sinners and saints. God loves us, for we are His own. The path to take for all is shown. Since days of old, the truth’s been known. Though all that’s good the darkness taints, the path to take for all is shown - saints and sinners; sinners and saints. Oct. 28, 2016


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016


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SYMPHONY OF WORSHIP

Should we desire to imitate our Master, we must diligently study to know His heart.

As an orchestra should desire to play Beethoven with perfection, they too must
seek to know what he was thinking and feeling – the air  he was breathing in and breathing out; playing the thoughts that turned his story into a beautiful symphony.

So we too, though broken fragments – individual and diversified, come together in unity, study our Master who fills us with His Spirit, that we may know Him, imitate Him; learning the symphony that He has written. 

Let us breath Him in and breath Him out, that the world might desire to intently listen and learn to know Him, then desire to be a part of worshiping the One who has written His symphony on our hearts.


Copyright © Cyndi Cegalis | Year Posted 2016


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Where Do I Go Duet

(Female) O' Lord where do I go Just what will I see And when will I know What truth means to me Male) To who can I Turn Who Can I ask When will I Learn If I'm up to the task (Both) This life journeys on That's so easy to see Like words to a song But who's singing to me (Male) Lord hear my plea And answer my prayer (Both) What's that we see Is it him standing there (Male) Closer he walks with me and my fears (Female) Softly he talks And dry's all my tears (Both) Whenever we're lost And in need of a friend Our heavenly host Will answer again Whenever you're lost And in need of a friend Your heavenly host Says let's start again, Let's start again...


Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2017


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- Heavenly Hugs -



Unique is the discipline of love 
Understanding God's law
Faith holds supreme commander

Sometimes we have to fight 
our way through a concrete jungle
stone cold dreams nightmare evaluates 

Rocking the cradle unworthy desires 
no peace or rest for the wicked deeds
in order to find the answers to hopes prayer
 
Truth pointing us directions 
within our code of moral conduct 
which supports us in our voyage
 
In the walk of life chaos grips hearts consumed with hate 
Without faith our souls identity will become dust 
Needing hugs from heaven to survive 







A Collaborated Poem 19.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
(tercets unrymed)


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015


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Simply time to go, a little brother's lamentation

Too hard for me to say goodbye
For all apparent reasons why
Even though we all know it must be
Each heart will someday stop the beat
When the rhythm of life, and silence, finally meet
.
Yet I always seem so surprised 
To find that death is part of life 
Knowing that regret, will now haunt my every rhyme 
The specter called "if only", will inhabit every line.
Wish I could arbitrate a deal to have gained a little time
Just one more talk with Sissy, to ease my guilty mind. 
.
And the sun now sets on my regrets
I gamble on time and lose each bet
Thinking I'll move on and yet, 
here I set . . .
Wishing for one more time 
One more pun
One more smile 
That will never come 
.
If I could just recall the things you said that mattered to you most.
Memories un memorized
That now I'll never know
Years of conversation when I didn't pay attention
Times I should have said I love you 
And somehow failed to mention
.
Then when you tried to tell me you felt your time was drawing near
Your selfish little brother pretended not to hear.
Even when you did your best,  and tried to let me know
You'd made your peace and you were ready, and that for you . . . 
It was simply time to go


Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2015


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Peace, Love, and God's Greatest Gift

Peace, Love, and God’s Greatest Gift

The mellifluous musical tones of the village bells
Echoing chimes over the cold snowcapped mountains
Both finding their way to people in the valley below

Christmas songs—let your spirit sing freely and loudly
Welcoming the Birth of Our Savior and Baby King
Who so charms the Angels on High and God Himself

On this night, The Star was so beautiful, clear, and shiny
Crisp and so crystal-bright, centered above and beyond
Reflecting now the Lord God’s most divine and holy light

There is real magic in the night air as Heaven rejoices aloud
The child and the infant’s divine soul breathe life now intently
Fulfilling truly God’s very promise and His hope to Mankind 

Keep this Christmas spirit—share it with others near and far
Grace filled with good tidings as we dance on wings of joy
We all now celebrate in great happiness, love, and kindness

Christmas is forever—and you must never ever close this door
Faith always enters, carrying His guiding torch high and proud
And encouraging Man every step of the way on his long journey

Even in a simple cradle where the Baby Jesus so innocently lay
Heaven doth bathe His cradle with the warmest rays of divine light
Bespeaking the heavenly beauty, joy, and wonder of Our Savior

Amazing peace makes a lovely gift, I wish for all of us to have
As new life blossoms, wrapped in petals of an immaculate heart
God’s holy blessing, love, and intention are clear for all to see 

That Holy Night the Angels entire sang mirthfully on Christmas Eve
Praising Almighty Lord God in Heaven on the birth of His only son
The Angels’ paeans echoed in their divine beauty across the Universe 

To bring peace now, glowing with your love, is His divine intention 
Rejoicing in God’s Greatest Gift to Mankind who was born in a manger
Destined to become Our Most Holy and Divine Savior—Amen! Amen!

Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid, and Gary Bateman
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 1, 2015 (Unrhymed Tercet)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015


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Eve

Does the past really matter?
 Does it set you free? 
I’m absorbed in the sin,
That is surrounding him and me. 

Lost in the curiosity,
Cold to the touch. 
Drenched in the poison,
With my dignity in his clutch.

Feeling like I was cheated;
I chose the evil instead of light.
I traded in the sunshine,
For what lurks in the night. 

I disobeyed his orders,
I gave up security to be unsure.
I went against the warnings,
Gave into darkness instead of remaining pure.

Once my bed was made of soft grass,
But now it is made of stone.
Was plump from all of the luscious fruit,
Now I’m starving to the bone. 

My curse is one of circumstance.
The punishment a crime,
I’m stuck inside this dampened cave,
For the rest of time. 
My world came crashing down,
The grief has not subsided.
My heart broke completely,
When my sons collided. 

My misery a token,
From the abandonment I earned.
Upon the time spent in sorrow,
There was a lesson to be learned.

Have I found the moral?
Only in time we shall see,
For all I did was eat an apple-
From the Knowledge tree. 


Copyright © Alyssa Waters | Year Posted 2013


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No Longer Mourn for Me When I Am Dead

If Death should call, let me go free;
it is only Heaven beckons me.
If I should step beyond the veil
of sight and sound and voice, all is well;
I shall be glad to place my head
beneath the sod with other dead.
My spirit will not linger there
but float on myriad colored air
and dip its wings over twinkling stars
and ride the moon's bright, silver car.
At last my yearning soul will know,
forever ceased its worldly woe.
If Death comes, do not robe in black
as if you want my spirit back;
I would not want your soul to grieve
nor stand here desolate, bereaved.
I shall be glad at last to go;
rejoice with me who wished it so.
It is not a morbid, ghastly thought
but one in Grace and Glory wrought.
For just beyond life's ebbing sea,
beyond earth's pain and agony,
I dimly see the other shore
where I shall live forevermore.
Death shall but serve to chauffeur me
from galaxy to Galaxy.
His fingers do not clutch and tear
the soul from one who does not fear;
that soul is borne up in his arms
in ecstasy, without alarms.
Death will not be my dreaded fate:
He is Heaven's opening gate.

Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson


Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014


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Our Omnipotent God

Lord, you turned the wheels of the galaxies,
You know what makes the planets spin.
You set the universe in motion,
And yet, you care for mortal man.

By your hands, you set the atoms dancing,
And keep the great currents circling in the sea.
You call all the stars by their names, O Lord,
And yet you care for me.

Lord, you have measured the waters,
In the hollow of your hand.
You make the clouds your chariot,
And yet, you care for mortal man.

You sit upon the circle of the Earth,
And stretch the heavens as a curtain we can see.
You walk on the wings of the wind, O Lord,
And yet, you care for me.


Copyright © Betty Butler | Year Posted 2016


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Kingdom of Ruin



Rising from the desert sand
was a shimmering mirage
of a thousand shouts
	Heated winds of fanaticism,
	intense and blowing violently loud
Shrill calls to blood prayer seethe,
breathing fiery invocations
of a perverted philosophy
Screaming death to the infidels — 
a scarlet smeared mirror reflecting
black cloth covered savagery
Crimson prayers are the daubed untempered mortar
which cements the foundation of this shakily rising kingdom
Whet the glittering scimitar swung grisly:
	Beheadings are the blade’s
	propaganda recruitment shock TV
Desert crisis ... dreaded carrion claws of ISIS,
oasis mirage bathe the sociopaths in bloody bliss  
Mutilated bodies floating upon the desert sea,
a raised dark flag boasts of a fleeting victory
Prideful utterances of unspeakable barbarity
	Contemned caliphate mercurial rising ...
	now descending quickly below the horizon 
Crumbling desert kingdom,
butchery sow the seeds of your ruin
The sand castle rise to power was ever so brief,
a pirated religion kingdom soon to end suddenly
Taking hostage your own faith,
now the proselyte guards are  
fleeing from the palace carnage
	Crumbling desert kingdom,
	butchery sow the seeds of your ruin
Innocent blood spilled in the sand
will be your caliphate’s undoing
	Crumbling desert kingdom,
	blood reap the harvest of your ruin
Let your prophets of terror and rage
shout a false sanctum call to prayer
Intoning not this one truth: God will surely repay!  


Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017


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Seven Kingdoms


			I

The Holy Bible said seven kingdoms would arise,
then like windblown grains of sand, fall to the dust
Six kingdoms have come and gone, blinked their eyes
and we’re now, in these last days, living on the cusp

But let us first do a fast biblical rewind,
go back in history through the pages of time
The kingdom count begins in the dark land of Ham,
where God revealed Himself to be I AM THAT I AM

Egypt, land of the pharaohs and great pyramids
Stone reminders of all the oppression they did
It happened here, in the oasis field of Zoan,
great Exodus from a bondage that was strong

God delivered to Pharaoh a Red Sea burial,
showed forth His power so everyone would know

			II

Showed forth His power so everyone would know
His Almighty name throughout the whole earth
Next kingdom to arrive with their arrows and bow,
didn’t think much of life, or it’s inherent worth

The Assyrians were big, bad conquerors
who wanted their killing rumors to be heard
They loved to rip open a begging mother’s womb,
they loved to destroy, devour and consume

But God broke the iron rod of great Nineveh,
when He took their strong right arm out of the fight
Their king sought victory thru his false god love,
and had his whole army destroyed in just one night

One angel of God killed 185K,
God’s awesome power once again on display

			III

God’s awesome power once again on display,
opened the door for the third kingdom to arise:
Babylon the great whore, we all recognize
She sold every nation their idols to pray,

Trafficked in things you need not ever know,
selling everything, even human souls
Babylon burned down the temple Solomon built,
she was a lewd woman who felt no shame or guilt

She loved to boast of her wickedness out loud
So after being in bondage there for a while,
God said come out and touch not the unclean thing,
only your clean soul would you be able to bring

The same way Babylon quickly rose to power,
God destroyed this great kingdom in one hour

			IV

God destroyed this great kingdom in one hour,
and let the Mede-Persian’s time to reign begin
They were the fourth kingdom to bloom like a flower,
but their wicked rule too would soon come to an end

With a decree issued by Persian king Cyrus,
the house of God was built again in Jerusalem
But evil came once more in king Artaxerxes,
work on the holy temple was stopped by his whim

But a better Persian king took the scepter,
and said let the second temple be completed
Showing another kingdom would rule forever,
marking off time for judgment to be meted

This divided kingdom loved war like all the rest,
so God carried them on the wind into the west

			V

So God carried them on the wind into the west,
where the fifth kingdom provided the stiffest test
The Greeks loved to preach peace and democracy,
but they loved more to practice war and slavery

When Greece arose, it signaled man’s ending,
because the second temple was now complete
And any kingdom that came thus a-following
had just been made insignificant and obsolete

Because the future kingdom of God was now firmly set
in the cornerstone which was the Son Jesus Christ
The raised temple meant Resurrection paid the sin debt
Eternal sovereignty was the holy Messiah’s right

The rise of Western civilization started with Greece,
but the sun of man’s dominion already set in the east

			VI

But the sun of man’s dominion already set in the east,
when the sixth kingdom’s shadow was cast into view
Enter mighty Rome, the fabled iron-clawed beast:
Said Caesar was the only king you must bow down to 

Now the whole world lay in complete gross darkness
when the King of Zion appeared in human form
The Romans loved to crush with the heel of conquest,
they mocked any prophecy as superstitious norm

With capital punishment, they truly did excel ...
new ways to torture flesh was their calling card
Crucifixion was something they really did well;
exquisite death that was painful, cruel and hard

When they nailed Jesus on that cross at Calvary,
the empire of man then became ancient history

			VII

The empire of man then became ancient history,
two thousand years of empty footnote pages
And so now ends this tragic tale of no mystery,
the seventh kingdom owe lots of unpaid wages

It’s an amalgamation of the six kingdoms,
having all of their sins rolled up into one
Pharaoh, Nineveh, Babylon’s whoredoms
Divided empire, Greece, Rome ... all are done

The Devil has one more left, the last perdition:
a wicked kingdom unlike any heretofore
This seventh kingdom will be a proud creation,
with witchcraft hell-baked into it’s very core

Post brimstone day, no trace of man will tell why
the Holy Bible said seven kingdoms would arise


Re: Revelations 17: 9-11. This passage says that five kingdoms have came and went. The sixth kingdom, Rome, was presently in existence when the apostle John wrote the Book of Revelations. And every since then, mankind has been waiting for the last kingdom to appear, the seventh and final kingdom of man before the kingdom of God rules forever. The other six kingdoms are all written about in the pages of the Holy Bible.



Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017


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Love Gone Before

     Dear God,

     As these hearts, ailed with sadness
     Look for reasons in the dark
     Turn their loss to hope and gladness
     When to your light, lost love embarks.

     Finding peaceful rest beside you
     Is our prayer this soul will find 
     Into your arms with joy to cling to
     From pain and sorrow left behind.

     Tis but a whisper of your goodness
     That offers all that seek a home
     Forever promised in its pureness
     Null of fear to ever roam.

     Pray, we someday see the reason
     Not for them but we who wait
     That when it becomes our season
     We will not pine to meet our fate.

     Treasured love who’s gone before,
                Be at peace forever more…

     Prayer Contest
     Sponsored by Eve Roper
     Love Gone Before© 
     08/17/2016


Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2016


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The Beginning Of Man

As the morning breaks and day begins
The sun ascends to the sky
A whole new day is born again
Like the billions that have done gone by

The sea waves crash into the rocks
As they have done since time began
And soak the sand on beaches
And to the sea they’ll return again

Forest covered earth is home
To a million animals and plants
That live and feed off of each other
The circle of life is constant

The sky filled with every kind of bird
A breathtaking view it is.
As life goes about its own way
For millions of years like this.

Then God created a different type
Of animal that came to be
The ruler over all the earth
He would name every plant and tree.

God would call his creation man
He would live in paradise
Then create woman from mans rib 
They’d walk side by side.

Bound to God and Gods rules
And never to eat from the forbidden tree
But man being man being tempted
His desires would be set free

As they ate the forbidden fruit
Their minds began to see
Their innocence had disappeared
Their lives changed dramatically

Cast out from the Garden Of Eden
Man and woman had to make their own way
They were given a shot at paradise
But like man they threw it away.


Copyright © Ricky Sholar | Year Posted 2017


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SUNG



sung buddhist prayers
released afloat spring rivers
    a skyward mist



Submitted on March 5, 2018, for contest HAIKU, THEME: WATER  sponsored by MICK TALBOT


Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018


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Trust

God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.


Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013


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The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,
Amen!


Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013


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THE LIFE OF JESUS CHRIST LORD

In Galilee, his voice was heard.
In Nazareth, he rested his spirit.
Cana is where he was first miraculous.
In Galilee, the crowds were like a flock of sheep.
But his crucifixion in Judea defeated their image.
My beloved Jesus knew his faith.
At the last supper, he told his disciples about his last days.

Oh Lord of greatness
How they hung you on the cross
Arms stretched to the limit
Not mindful (of it) at all.
The people of Galilee embraced your ministry.
In Judea, they crowded to witness your crucifixion.
Your mother cried out but
She knew that you were seeking your crown.
In Heaven, you reside.

You were raised from the dead.
Lord Jesus, you will meet your disciples once again.
Your resurrection was angelical.
An angel appeared to your disciples.
They were informed of your forgoing.
In Galilee, as promised, they would see you once more.

The prophecy of the birth of Christ is destiny that forfeited his life.
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Penned March 20, 2015!


Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015