Best Song Jesus Poems
THE LAST SONG
The beat to this song is clear but the words are faint
The lyrics are heavy I can't afford saying they are written in my heart with indelible paint
If I keep quite it will cause immeasurable pain
Should I join choir and sing like I was sent, should I worship like a saint
Should I talk about sin or should I narrate the things I have seen
Should I shout like nuts knowing am completely sane
But this song is so real I can feel it healing my broken soul
I have a feeling this song has broken the glass ceiling and I am sailing as I witness the the great healing
Families will reunite to listen to this song
Orphans will identify with this song
I can't be wrong because it's been long just reminiscing on this song
Song of broken hearts and broken souls, broken huts and broken homes
Splattered pieces and broken wholes
It's about pills and portions evoking fake emotions, this song is about white girls and black alike
Many faces white and black facism, young and old people fighting racism
This song is about martyrs who grew tired of autocracy and got retired early
The beats are hard symbolic of the struggle
The words are soft and consoling
This song is like fire burning
This song is like pepper itching I keep running and running
But it dwelth in me
This song is not racist
This song is tribe all
This song is beautiful not sinful, its clear to the artist
Unclear to the atheists it's true to the course
This song is about Christ going through assault to save us all
This is the last song that was last sought by prophets and philosophers
Jesus, caessars, Socrates...
This song is the last song of a lost soul.
Lights glisten in the windows,
Across the night – like starry skies
Reflecting all the wonder,
The joy of this Christmas time.
Hearts tremble with the rhythm,
Beyond the season’s grace
Music in seas of quiet breaths
Echoing hope that brings praise,
Laughter sends the heart a song,
A heartbeat of peace, serenity’s flowing
Promising the life to bring harmony,
A melody of joy beyond comparison.
Souls are flooded with love,
Beauty stirs within the one who knows
He is alive in the life who grows –
Silent night, colored in wonderful.
The joy of Christmas can be heard,
Each voice – touched by God’s grace,
Revealing the music of peace and love,
The wonder that comes to each child…
Because, forever and ever, throughout our life
We’ll look toward the heavens and see –
The miracle of One who brought peace to earth,
The miracle of a Son in whom I believe!
If Jesus walked through those doors today
Would you have a kind word to say?
Would you need more proof?
Would you be loving one another
Or judging your brother
In what you think to be the truth?
Well, Jesus is here in this place
I can see Him in your face
You are a temple in His Kingdom
He lives in all who believe.
If Jesus came and sat down by you
Would you be thinking what else you had to do?
Would you give Him place?
Would you be embarrassed to praise His name
Cry Holy and thank Him He came?
Would you know His face?
'We don't want to miss our blessin'
Lord, help us learn this lesson.
Open up our eyes and let us see.
Help us 'love one another'
Don't let us judge our brother
Before we talk about another
Set us free...
'Cause Jesus lives in all who believe'
Well, Jesus came through those doors today
He waits to hear what you have to say
In that neighbor next to you.
Will you choose to do the Father's will
Or sit in your seat very still
Knowing Jesus sits so close to you?
Now, Jesus is here in this place
Can you see Him in my face?
I am a temple in His Kingdom
And He lives in all who believe...
Yes, We are the Temple in His Kingdom
He lives in all who believe...
Jesus came through those doors today...
~by deborah burch 4/10/2006©
The rainfall pulls me in
swooping over everything
every inch in every depth within
whatever it may bring
swarming sultry upon my brain
informs me it’s absolving time
It washes Mother Earth clean again
Her lush pleasure garden sublime
I splendor in life’s grapevine,
the olive trees,
I drink its wine
and dine with its oil
It’s with these
I am of those who’ll spoil
wash away exterior walls!
groom your insides
rainwater rising falls
dripping down my cheeks
pounding pavement
the path a river that peaks
sweeping me in wavering repent
swept up then for ransom held
Rapids reach out—it petrifies
the wilderness in my soul
begging for its alibis
—to keep me from its toll
I’m caught up in it
saturated in its wet fury
my sticky skin is lit
with colors of curry
dissolving velveteen mascara
it runs, mapping the lines on my face
like something from the common era
The Messiah, there’s not a trace
Mopping up what’s on my mind
in a world that drags me down
pouring drips of brimstone bind
leaking baths of sulfur drowns
my enemy, the nemesis that was I
the Universe enacting retribution
from on high
Alas, stoned by the thousands
reborn and boughten back to life
out from the alabaster sands
bitter salt no longer rife
suffocating the sum of all sins
thanking the Heavenly Father
A poet begins…
…renews all with His renowned rain
prophesizes us as Epicurus rises
as does the absence of pain
a philosopher’s sonic temple baptizes
This love gives
Its kinetic pleasure purifies
It's katastematic satisfaction!
Its universe verifies
Till the rain comes again
This tranquil life lives
There is a New Song
Tis Written down in Glory
For God so Loved the World
This is Not just a Story
He gave His all.. and All
For you and me
He came to this Earth
To set us Free
I have a New Song
God has given to me
Spread His Word
Diligently
For whomsoever shall come
To Jesus Christ
Believe.. Shall receive
Obtain Eternal Life
Born-again..
Only Through Jesus Christ
God gave me a New Song within my heart
Tis I sing
Glory Glory to Our King
For He gave His all in all
For you and me
So we can be with Him
In Eternity
New Song Written in Stars
Time… is Now
Come to Christ
Receive Eternal Life
For soon shall be
Whomsoever believes
And Knows.. and becomes
Born-again.. receives Eternal life
With Our Savior Jesus Christ
Come to Jesus
While tis time
Don’t wait another moment
For No one knows when Jesus
Shall return
Jesus shall come like a thief in the night
He shall come unexpectedly
Come to Jesus...
Lost pieces of my soul
flow downstream, on rivers
where I once swam
amid the pearls of peace
bleeding from shadows
carved into the stones,
hallucinations swelling
on the sandcastle shores,
where I resort to paddling
like a dog swimming upstream,
singing of mysteries
who live amid the silent trees
listen to the gurgle of the waters,
melting into yesterday
with smooth, still colors
bruising the sinuous glow
of an afterthought, a moment
dew kissed by the sun
falling quietly among the fish
who linger in the clear, cool fluid,
curving across the night
and restoring the moon, the stars
with a reflection of how it feels
to be fluent in unending
grace, surging over the quiet stories
and the night fades, misty eyed
and pulsating, rhythms
rising amid the heavy ache
a teardrop falls
and I know what it means
to remember that day
left behind, in a place
where only my heart can travel
and feel the unlikely dusk,
risking ghostlike prayers
who speak, inaudibly
of a moment before the river
knew the sea
before the night
knew the grief
before the wind
knew my wings
In silence, I see
the river, who grieves
for the moments
blessed by sweet peace,
moments, I now see
were prayers with wings,
praising the One who gave to me
the river’s gentle flow,
the moon’s soft glow,
the wonders that I know
wrote poetry between the lines
of my soul’s streams,
the rush of euphoria that came
from the embrace
of the river’s whoosh,
the water’s caress
the rustle of faint feelings
flowing amid the epiphanies
walking in the eternal
where I’ll forever be
a part of God’s creativity,
a music that plays so sweet,
it quiets the lonely in me,
replaces the lost with three –
the hope, faith and love
that I believe – I found
in the Son who died for me,
the ONE who walked on water
and took the pain from me!
I will forever be grateful
for the love that made me free,
the love that is every soul’s dream
the love that sings so sweet,
the love that He poured into me
when He forgave me and saved me,
lifting the weight
that would have drowned me.
Now I rest in the quiet peace
that comes from knowing
the joy of His love!
The dark night is ended, daybreak has come,
the long wait is over, God’s grand plan is done,
trumpets are sounding from a faraway land,
stars are shining and a new day’s begun.
Angels are singing their soft harmony
there in the manger where the baby lay;
up from the sky a bright light’s streaming
down on the face of child Jesus sleeping.
December wind is blowing chilly and cold
spreading the good news all over the world;
from towns and cities to the wildest prairie:
the Lord of salvation is born today.
God has sent His Son to show us the way,
come with me, brethren, let’s praise Him today,
let our voices ring that the heavens may hear:
the dear infant Jesus is finally here!
Whenever the cold yuletide wind moves along,
it brings forth a melody and a sweet song;
unity and peace to all of mankind -
these are the things someday we will find.