Best Religious Poems
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)
Give thanks if you're healthy
And give thanks if you're not;
Make sure to appreciate
Whatever it is that you've got.
Just be grateful, my dear,
Give thanks with good cheer.
Give thanks if you're single,
Give thanks if you're married;
Doesn't matter at all
If you're happy or harried.
Just be grateful, my dear,
Give thanks with good cheer.
Give thanks for jobs you've had,
And for ones that you've lost;
For the roof o'er your head,
And your warm, cozy bed.
Just be grateful, my dear,
Give thanks with good cheer
Give thanks for your wardrobe,
For the clothes in your drawer;
For the shoes on your feet
And those in the store.
Give thanks for the cop
Who tickets your car,
Or prevents you from drinking
Too much at the bar.
Just be grateful, my dear,
And give thanks with good cheer.
Give thanks to G-d
Who put you on Earth,
Who blessed you and your mother
With the miracle called birth.
Who awakens you in the morning
And lays you to sleep at night;
Who believes all through the airyness,
That you'll soon see His Light.
Yes: Just be grateful, my dear,
Now that Thanksgiving is here.
December 28, 2017
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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.
Beside the still waters he leadeth me
Shepherd of my wandering soul
I do not want for anything, you see,
My shepherd has made me whole.
I have walked the treacherous path
But I did not need to be afraid
The rod and staff my shepherd hath
I can lie down in both sun and shade.
When I am tired and, oh, so weary
He renews my spirit, replenishing,
Restoring my spirit when I am dreary
Goodness and mercy are my finishing.
I shall dwell in the house of the Lord
And drink of the living water of life
The shepherd gives to all his adored
Who seek peace and flee from strife.
Written June 3, 2021
#40 on Best New Poems List
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June 10, 2021
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 :)
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- Thank you for my 2nd place in contest :) -
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
(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...
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
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
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.
A book comprised of sixty-six,
with content of a unique mix.
Though found in almost every home,
It’s very much an unread tome.
The authors were a motley crew,
Into whose minds the Spirit blew.
Its storyline is God’s great love,
revealed through Christ sent from above.
Most other books, mere knowledge give,
But The Book changes how we live.
It has a storied history,
Yet most find it a mystery.
As best-seller, it has no peers,
It outsells all books year by year.
Most governments its impact fear,
They ban it from the public sphere.
The more obscure The Book is made,
the more society’s morals fade.
Crime rates increase, there is no peace,
As men are controlled by caprice.
You want to save the human race?
then give The Book its rightful place.
We sure can use God’s saving grace,
So, let’s stop flying in His face.
I was a youngster when my sight began to realize,
When I viewed a tree of flowers that grew across the road.
Whereas this time of beauty was forming within my eyes,
Where the shapes and lines are made from the clay that memories mold.
A flower on the tree branch seemed to bloom before my sight.
Sacred bloom was a symbol of where Jesus had been nailed,
The central color brown in midst of petals of pure white.
Yet, my eyes saw baby Jesus; and my soul had been unveiled.
Words are bound in chains
the true creative spirit
In the ruins of the lost
pathetic struggle
Where will you stand the last night
His mercy, you overlook
See how great love is
in the spite of our mistakes
Difficult to understand
Father "in heaven"
His love is unwavering
Adam and Eve were tempted
Faith can move mountains
With holy awe, never doubt
Heaven and eternity
Walk the golden stairs,
and believe in God's promise
Love is absolute patience
Anger and hatred
We should love - by heart and soul
Out of love comes the power
The message of death
Love your brother and sister
Earth's children - let's live in peace
03/05/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Sedoka - 577-577 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
2nd place in the contest
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)
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)