Best Song Faith Poems


Song of An Ancient Poet

I live in bliss, Ising with thee
In faith and hope I sing and pray
When day comes with dew on the lea
In faith and hope I sing and pray

Oft in prayers I lift my palms
In winter`s cold or summer`s heat
Under shades I lift my voice in psalms
At home and on the open street

To the graveside dirge voices lend
O the cadence itself is life
On which my hollow heart must mend
Dreary notes like cuts of a knife

The soft wind blow a cottage hymn
A thicket bird for twilight tweet
Where once all was quiet  and grim
They seem to me a splendid treat

My prime is done and gone with age
December`s end quickens no sigh
Nor baneful tears to quench her rage
My path is bliss `tis not a lie

The husking darkness clouds my sight
A blanket doom waits not for me
I sleep but shall wake to find light
Break the mountain waves of the sea

Eternal Presence

Free my soul from worry and dread,
Remind my heart it need not feel empty and dead. 
In my struggle, let me be strong,
Clear my doubts and give my faith a song. 

For I have you, dear God, to guide me,
Through the challenges that surround and surround me. 
With steadfast grace and love divine,
In your eternal presence, may my heart align.

Premium Member He Holds The Pen

[Verse 1]
While I don’t know what tomorrow brings
I know the One who writes the story
He’s always writing and my heart sings
Because He’s writing with a pen from glory

[Chorus]
A pen that sings
In a rhythm of dreams
On angel’s wings
He is writing my story

[Verse 2]
While I can’t say how this day will go
I know One who knows for sure
Just what is meant by love, it’s glow
It’s rising on this spirit, secure

[Chorus]
A pen that sings
In a rhythm of dreams
On angel’s wings
He is writing my story

[Verse 3]
While I can’t always say what will come
I know One who always sees tomorrow
Whatever happens, His love overcomes
He leaves my heart sure, feeling all aglow

[Chorus]
A pen that sings
In a rhythm of dreams
On angel’s wings
He is writing my story

[Bridge]
I might not know, but He knows
Whatever comes, He always brings
Sweetest love, and it truly shows
He’s still writing with that pen that sings

[Outro]
A pen that sings
On angel’s wings
Just sing, sing, sing
Praise to the King


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