Best Restore Poems
I am a child
Like the one you tuck in bed
The one you kiss on the head
The one who gets loved instead
The one who is so well fed
I am a child
I am a child
Like the one who gives you joy
Your pretty girl and fine boy
The one who gets every toy
The one who none dares annoy
I am a child
I am a child
With no home to call my own
The cold reaching to my bone
Hunger pangs, all that I’ve known
In tattered clothes, I have grown
I am a child
I am a child
The pavement my only bed
Dreaming of a piece of bread
With a small heart full of dread
My life hanging from a thread
I am a child
I am a child
With no gifts beneath the tree
With no hope to be set free
Wanting like YOUR child to be
Why, oh, why, can’t you love ME?
I am a child
I am YOUR child
I am GOD’s child
Remember me this Christmas….
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I'm privileged that Norma Nashid, founder of Restore a Child, has asked me to be an ambassador for the organization to help raise awareness of the plight of less fortunate children around the world. She asked me to write a poem for their newsletter, and I am sharing her FB post regarding it here with you.
(The poem below was written by Eileen Manassian Ghali, a professor of English at Middle East University in Beirut, Lebanon. She dedicated her poem this Christmas to Restore a Child. Her mother, Angel Dikran Manassian was my favorite teacher and my first teacher in school. Now I get the honor of enjoying the beautiful writing of her daughter, Eileen.--Norma Nashed)
If you are interested in finding out more about this humanitarian organization, please look them up on FB. I will be writing an article soon to highlight the plight of Syrian Refugee children in Lebanon. I hope my Mama would be proud of me!
restoreachild.org
http://ymlp.com/zMiueR (latest newsletter)
https://www.facebook.com/RestoreAChild
My poem will be published in the next edition
Restless restoration
Return
Remove all the rubble remaining from the rampant rift you released and retracted
Remember?
I recognized and revealed your ravishing rituals and repugnant relations
Rippling into your relentless rampage
A recycled retaliation, resonating with regret and self-revolt
A response reused rather than repenting the wrong
Ravaging our rare relics of reverie without remorse in your ruthless rage
You have rendered a realm of ruin; relinquished of reason and rightful retribution
Reliving the reoccurring rumbles of this relationship as I rummage through the wreckage and reassemble the rivets and fallen rafters
You have run out of radius, only to reappear in my retrograding reflections
Recollecting till I rupture and regress
Reminiscing, recalling the rapture and revelry repeatedly
The rain that remains is relevantly rational
A requiem to rot for the rest of this reality?
Reevaluate righteous relief
Rust over, rise up or seek revenge
To Rest and Restore
bed
prepared, warm
inviiting, waiting, comforting
midnight, sleep, dream, response
moving, knowing, showing
soulful, deep
sleep
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(c) sallyyoung eslinger 11/7/2023
My God, You gave me Solomon’s own mind
A well of truth, so deep, so rich, refined.
Yet waves of war have beat upon my shore,
With wounds that shake me to my very core.
They come with snares—emotions torn and tried,
With whispered lies that mock and pierce my pride.
They touch my flesh, they crowd my weary sleep,
And still You watch, while I’m too weak to weep.
I know You, Lord—intimately, I’ve prayed,
But now it seems Your light has turned to shade.
Am I a pawn within some holy game,
A vessel marked with sorrow, shame, and blame?
They call me wicked, false, and yet I bleed—
These wounds bear witness to my silent need.
I feel defeated, torn by inward strife,
O God of mercy, breathe into my life.
Restore the heart that once burned pure with fire,
Revive the hope that sin would now expire.
Cure every thirst that draws me from Your side,
And heal this soul that’s wayward, double-eyed.
My hands are shaking, yet they reach for You,
Deliver me from all I think and do.
Addiction chains me, shame and guilt conspire—
But You, O Lord, are still my one desire.
So lift me, cleanse me, cast out every fear,
And let Your Spirit draw and keep me near.
Though crushed and low, I know that You still reign—
My God, my healer—bind and break these chains.
Most days are mild, sunny, and bright
We thrive with breaks from the dark nights
We grow healthy when we share YOUR sacred light
There's little to be gained from constant and senseless strife
Everyone should be born free and have a right to their rights;
GOD-granted rights, not given or taken for mankind's delights
May we cease from causing fear and fright
May we not stall to tear down these walls
YOU have opened every closet, leaving nowhere to hide
We must devise a solution to this our great divide
Maybe psychology has a point, but YOU GOD are totally right
It's deeper than brown, red, yellow, black, and white
We humans can be very cruel, feeble, and ever so evil
Hurt people really do hurt other people
We inflict the wounds that inflict us
We sweep onto others our own dust
We exercise our own desires and lust,
While pretending 'It's in God we trust'.
We engage in dialogue we love to discuss,
But we end up with more fuss and disgust
While I pray to YOU on this 7th day of August,
Arise and shine O GOD! Please restore all of us.
080720PS
cell splitting
cusp of freedom on the edge
splashing joy
damage spreads
cells lament tormenting truth
dying still
even so
new creations work harder
threatening
disease calls
stubborn from birth to its sleep
rattles heart
heart reacts
brave on the sun's horizon
hope instills
cells remain
raped inside you by forced smile
they know it
Blasphemy…cloud over their hearts of gold
Their value gradually diminishes…their weapons turn to mold
Serenity…deserted them and neglected them like orphans
Their joy rapidly wears out…they mislaid their abundant portions
They yearn,
“RESTORE the walls of Jericho!”
Anguish…shadows over their dwelling, sacred place
Their weaknesses manipulate them – they’re the definition of disgrace
Danger…defeats them and tarnished them as if they were worthless
Their prosperity shattered straightaway! REBUILD our merriness!
They plead and pray,
“Dona nobis pacem…”
Hear our hesitation and supplication…we’re beneath the bricks and remains
We’re buried alive literally! We’re becoming one with the ground
Fear and despair erases our soothing dreams…we’re getting washed away in the drains
We’re searching for shelter…we’re getting hunted down – we’re barely surviving
They churn…
They coil…
They drift away…
They spoil…
In their miseries…
Does He hear their pleas?
“SAVE ME!”
“Bestow blessings upon us!”
Are you ignoring us deliberately?
“Give us a helping hand
And lead us to the promise land!”
Misfortune unravels in this city of bafflement
Their strengths repaired our souls…we’re the definition of bravery!
Desolation and disbelief demolishes the walls of Jericho…
Does anyone sense their resentment?
Their charity transformed to greed suddenly –
Their lack of optimism and gratitude
Buried them down in captivity
How can you bear their poverty?
How can He save them from destruction and pity?
They whisper on His Holy Hill,
“Dona…Nobis…Pacem…”
Don’t let the battle overthrow ’em!
Bring the ocean to the forest where flames lick the dead.
Banish hot scalding lava with a surging polar flow.
Tug the mountain from its roots. Shove it onto the wet earth,
ordered to suck the torrent and spew it into the sea.
Pour cement on the headland, freeze the cold mud solid;
hold back the squishy slide, let rock embrace the shoreline.
Shout to the cowardly sun slipping into wispy haze;
send the hawk from its nest with talons to rip the screen.
Run o'er the half-baked moon picking up pieces of the dark;
cast them off the forward bow or stuff them in mud-duck's ear.
Shore up the timbers of home, bar each window with steel;
order oaks to clutch their limbs, thrust down extended claws.
Strap on a double edged blade, strap it high upon your thigh;
meet the invader with courage, leave him begging for mercy.
Turn the chaff deep down under, call forth the rich black loam;
plant seeds ready to burst. Renew, renew the ravaged Eden.
God Can Heal and Restore YOU!
God is the God of healing and restoration.
He offers forgiveness, mercy and salvation!
He is the Lord who has made everything!
Above the heavens and earth, and reigns supreme!
He is the true God whom we can put or trust in!
One day soon… All shall bow down before him!
He is the one who so wonderfully designed us!
Just look at the beautiful way that he made us!
His son Jesus sacrificed and shed his blood.
He did all of this… From a heart of love!
Jesus sits at the right hand of God’s throne.
And has made for us all, a heavenly home!
Won’t you take the time to dearly accept him?
Will you be one who’ll come and not reject him?
Simply put your faith in him and believe in him!
All of heaven’s angels wait for you to receive him!
His blessing of everlasting life can be yours today!
Through the trials of life... Jesus has made a way!
Thank you lord God for the life you’ve given!
By your blood, we can be totally forgiven!
Come one and all! Let’s worship and adore him!
Let’s take all of our problems and lay before him!
Let’s take this opportunity while it’s here!
The coming of the Lord draws very near!
Please come Lord Jesus and touch us this hour!
May we be forever changed by your
soul cleansing power!
By Jim Pemberton 11/05/14
Jesus Can Restore What Satan Takes Away!
Satan is out to destroy
this country's youth.
By twisting anything from
God's word... The truth!
He wants them to despise authority.
Those who serve above.
And plants in them
a false security, and love.
Drugs, sex and violence are
"flashed before their eyes."
What their parents have taught them.
They "despise."
Many believe the road they're following
will bring them joy.
A life of emptiness and a "false love"
is what they employ.
Many don't know the difference
between "right and wrong."
Any sense of morality...
does not "belong."
Though many wasted years
many have spent.
They'll find true happiness.
When to Christ... They repent!
By Jim Pemberton 2015
Restore The Princely States
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Free the Balochs and Kurds!
Sikhs want Khalistan.
Jammu is culturally separate
And so is Kashmir;
And so Ladakh.
(Their religion is different; they sing and speak different;cook different and clothe different.)
How long can we compress dissimilar objects together.
They will burst-- it is nature!
My slogan is, 'Let's restore the princely states!'
(Ah! This Democracy has defects--
It was correctly called by the Greeks as Mobocracy.)
To keep the cultures alive,
All people's identity.
The dying languages, and recipes;
Ending almost all wars (the concept of countries shall be past,
If ever anywhere, provinces or towns will fall into brief wars!).
Your words take my breath away, you planned it all along,
I had to walk in darkness to see the light of love,
the ones who judged the outside did not have access to see in,
For it was all about you and me, it had nothing to do with them,
I would lose to gain love over and over, I was shunned by others but never you,
You held me in the palm of your hand, only your love was the truth,
I saw the crowds in my mind jere against you, while you gave your whole life,
Even while they yet could not understand your love still sacrificed,
You eyes saw loves bigger picture through all the limitations on earth,
You bled and died for my salvation, for all of loves restoration and worth,
Restore me
To myself
Divorce me
From perpetual death.
Bathe me
In fresh showers
Under the summer sun.
Take me
To lands
That speak of mystery
Where the tongues
Are given to leaves
And songs to birds
And little cicada sings
Enlivening the valley
With fresh sounds
Across the mountains.
Seize me
From clutches of
Concrete
Give me suns
That will melt
The frozen seas
Within myself.
Rain in all its wonder
Calms to the core
Balances human spirit
Heals and restores
Rain with mystical powers
Like the sun it does shine
Awakens the soul with absolute clarity
Noble nature so divine ……
Restoring My Joy
How does one restore joy?
Is there a secret ingredient?
A secret concoction?
Perhaps a bucketful of daisies?
Or a million dollars in your pocket?
I say joy is restored by running through wheat fields in my ponytails
Or finding my way out of a corn maze
Or maybe an entire day entranced by finding a four leaf clover
Because by the time this most difficult day is over
I will have traveled back in time with my Heavenly Father
To a moment of complete innocence
When the world didn't oppose me
Or the enemy try to expose me with his dirty lies and games
I am a soldier in the Lord's army
That is who I am!
I have been battered and bruised
Shoved and pushed around enough!
It is time to take a stand!
For what I have learned on this journey of fasting is
Who the real me is
The betrayal, the lies, the lust-filled darts
I am about to declare a holy war against the enemy!
If you are in the army of the Lord and you want to restore your joy
Simply pick up your sword and your shield of faith
And gather at the feet of our Savior
No more controversy, no more oppression
Just brothers and sisters in Christ ready to stand up
And drag the King of Hell back to his lair!
Arise! Arise! Oh children of the Lord's Army!
Hear the palpations of war!
The days of our attacks are almost over!
We are about to be restored
What has he stolen from you?
Innocence?
What has he done to your heart?
Let's challenge the beast and his loathsome demons
With a mighty victorious charge!
Gwendolen Rix
8-1-14