Best Savior Poems

"HOLDING HIS HAND"

*The Voice*
God, can I hold your hand and follow you?

"God's voice"
My child, it is I who will walk with you! You walked down...

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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 —...

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May be sung to the tune of  It Came Upon the Midnight Clear

It came upon a prophecy
   in ancient days foretold
that to...

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Upon the doorstep of my paradise,
     You’ll find h e l l i s h pansies and t a i n...

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Meet me in forever,
where the moon enclasps
the enchanting 
   heaven above us,
for you, are the music 
     playing on...

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Amazing love,
Amazing grace,
You gave Your life,
You took my place.
I should have died,
On Calvary's tree,
But You stepped in,
And died for me.

What can I say?
What can I...

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My inky echoes conflate, 
atop mountains of ivory versos; 
Blank pages into whispers,
like the sway of moonlight tides;

Papers dappled by my ineffable, 
frays of jet-black...

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To the legend of silence
that speaks in trembling stillness
I’ve seen your halcyon halo~
that illuminates wilted weeds 
and tilted tendrils 
unfolding perfumed wings,
allowing sizzling seas of...

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LIFE IN ETERNITY*


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The cheerful trumpet of miraculous life, imperatively sounded in 
My mother’s life-giving womb,
Heralding with its melodic tune another animation: MINE!
And as my innocent...

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Across the blackest waters 
ripples of pain,
swell into an anguish splashing 
against the blackest shore, 
and in the rustling of brittle...

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I write for just one reason
and it’s not for fortune or fame
I write to send a message
I write for God in Jesus’ name

I don’t seek...

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I wondered how that I could be a child of the King.
A long lost soul, I had no goal, but to maybe act and sing.
I...

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I was cursed with 
ink intoxicating 
blank canvases 
with toxic scribbles,
releasing twisted tales 
of suppressed troubles.
I was a forsaken 
     ...

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Poetry can be a critical liaison when words are fashioned,
that do not please the beholder's eyes.

I'm a poet without a pen, weaving woes on a...

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The story never gets too old.
It never loses flavor,
About the sweet young peasant girl,
Who was the mother of our Savior;

And how He grew into a...

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