Best Worship Poems
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.
If the Lord isn't for me, why do I live?
If the Lord does not bless me, why am I here?
If the Lord isn't for me, why am I here?
If the Lord does not bless me, why do I live?
I know I am a sinner repressed.
I know I am saved through prayer.
On bended knees, I am as a child of God.
As I grew older, I lifted my head up to clouds.
Somehow, my path swayed.
If the Lord does not anoint me, why do I sing?
If I am not blessed via his blood, why do I live?
Nobody knows my troubles better then Lord does.
My life is enshrined because of the omnipotent.
Through a sacred path, I seek the Lord guidance.
Redeemed through his grace, I worship and praise.
If the Lord does not guide me, why do I live?
If the Lord does not supply my needs, why am I here?
I know I am a sinner repressed.
I know I am saved through prayer.
On bended knees, I am as a child.
As I grew older, I hoisted my head up to sky
Somehow, my path swayed but now, my life is saved.
If I am not a crusader for the Lord, why am I here?
If I am not on the battlefield for the Lord, why am I here?
Nobody knows my troubles better then Lord does.
My life is transmogrified because of the omnipotent.
Through a sacred path, I seek the Lord guidance.
Redeemed through his grace, I give the Lord God the highest praise.
To My Redeemer...
If the Lord isn't for me, why do I live?
If the Lord does not bless me, why am I here?
If the Lord isn't for me, why am I here?
If the Lord does not bless me, why do I live?
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Form: Anaphora
Penned on December 13, 2014!
Majestic cathedrals are erected for the worship of God,
Featuring towering spires and ostentatious facade.
Grand organs acclaim ancient hymns with clarion flourish.
Melodious choirs sing hosannas, languid souls to nourish!
Most congregants worship in less pretentious surrounds,
But the same generous blessings from above abounds.
It matters not the size of the building or its congregation.
The people are the church worshipping with joyous celebration!
Upon distant fields of frightful martial campaign,
And upon naval vessels plodding the roiling main,
Dedicated chaplains in simple settings minister to their fold,
Proclaiming just as effectively the cogent message of old!
Whether it be mosque, synagogue, cathedral or canvas tent,
And whatever the religion or creed may be the people's bent,
One thing they have in common and it will be clearly evident,
They all witness the presence of their God ever omnipotent!
Perhaps in lieu of building mighty edifices prone to decay,
Bridges of understanding could be built to keep prejudices at bay,
Drawing diverse peoples together for a common good,
Fostering charity, fellowship and world-wide brotherhood!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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A sanctuary waits for me
Beside a woodland stream;
Creatures chatter, beast and bird,
Dithering among the trees,
Engaged in nature’s repartee.
Fungi, moss, and flower
Gather in this shady, holy space,
Habitat of happy innocence,
Idyllic, secret forest glade.
Just let me linger in the quiet,
Kneel beneath the trees,
Listen to the lessons
Majestic nature speaks to me.
Noble trunks stretch upward,
Outward toward the sky,
Praising arms, uplifted, robed in
Queenly dress of leafy light.
Restorative peacefulness
Sweeps in sweet release,
Time’s tenacious grip relaxing,
Undisturbed, worldly discords cease.
Visitant I am within this wood,
Wistful, earthbound worshipper,
Xenophile, lover of heaven,
Yearning to go home.
Zion calls from where I bow.
May 22, 2022
Lord, I Praise And Worship Your Name!
Lord, I praise, worship and honor your name!
Into my heart… I invite you to rule and reign!
Lord, I give you my love and attention!
You have set me in a new direction!
Lord, it is you that brings a daily reminder…
Your grace and mercy is so tender and kinder!
Lord, I humbly raise my hands in adoration…
And lift you up in worship and exaltation!
Lord, Jesus… You are the one I need this day!
I appreciate you much more than words can say!
Lord Jesus… Thanks for all you’ve done already.
When your trumpet sounds… I want to be ready!
Dear Jesus, take my life and my way of living!
All that I have… To you I am giving!
You are and will always be the one for me!
How I long to be with you for eternity!
By Jim Pemberton
Morning bird’s prayer,
Worship from a pew of gold:
Limb tabernacle.
Faith
Trust, conviction
Believing, assuring, relying
Confidence in the Lord and constant prayer
Devoting, adoring, appreciating
Reverence, exalt
Worship
Diamante - Poetry Contest
Janis Thompson
October 15, 2016
Let's praise the Lord with all our might
together as we do His will.
May we be worthy in His sight.
As we in His great love delight
and in our own sweet closeness thrill,
Let's praise the Lord with all our might.
Let's shun the darkness, seek the light.
Of joy and peace, He’ll grant our fill.
May we be worthy in His sight.
Let's spread the word God's ways are right
and do for others good, not ill.
Let's praise the Lord with all our might.
Let's thank the Lord each day and night;
for, though we fail, He loves us still.
May we be worthy in His sight.
Rewards for saints in Heaven bright
were purchased on Golgotha's Hill.
Let's praise the Lord with all our might.
May we be worthy in His sight.
God calls His people to worship Him
to bow our hearts in deep devotion
giving Him His due for all He's done
such perfect love indeed poetry in motion
Consider all that Jesus has done
being God equal with the father divine
redeeming His own by His precious blood
removing our sin so with Jesus free to dine
In our heart and in our mind
I can ponder on God's word as I read
such revelation conveyed to my soul
in my self been planted by His seed
My Great love of being in real fellowship
with fellow believers on each Lord's day
in my church singing psalms and hymns
sending praise to Jesus on the heavenly way
In my church listen intently to God's word
then meditate upon it, hear it preached
in this, I grow to be spiritually mature
may others seek the Lord and be reached
It's such a joy as one of many
voices heard in unison to our Lord
prayers uttered in thankful praise
God is great we sing in sweet accord
(This is written showing my worship of God and where that would be, on the Sabbath day it is in a church building I attend but it would also be where I am on any particular day for God's presence goes with his people where they may be.)
The sunflow’r burst through red roses.
Still sleepy eyes - skyline poses.
Unseen angels lift up the light.
The saint below shows sheer delight.
Worship the Lord where you’re planted.
Coffee sipped and bible open -
The living word that we hope in.
Sitting beneath Gazebo shade -
Blossoms incline at Jesus name.
Worship the Lord where you’re planted.
In afternoon, the waning day,
The swans know it - nature’s ballet,
slowing down. The rush of sunset
in pink and blue. Remember -
Worship the Lord where you’re planted.
Moon shines through trees, a peaceful light,
Onto the folding buds - the foresight
Of love, that cares so much for us,
Revealed in due time, God’s sure bless.
Worship the Lord where you’re planted.
7/26/2022
I worship you for the plan made for me
From the beginning you knew the tree
The sun, moon, stars nestled at height just right
An atmosphere that surrounds with good light
Through the centuries you knew when to come
To redeem humanity and touch man some
Bringing hope to a lost and dying world
With your teachings, blood, sweat, tears earth did swirl
The guider, comforter, holder of my heart
Omniscience, all knowledge from the very start
Capturing my heart with all that you made
Creating it from your words needed no spade
Exalt my redeemer, friend, comforter
Valentine, my heart is an admirer
(Second attempt at a sonnet. This is for the "I love you because" contest.)
If I could only maneuver about
Or manipulate this stone
Then perhaps, by chance
I'd loosen the grout
This mountain, I would hone
Maybe I could toggle a bit
Molding my world of clay
Evaluate and calculate
Every inch of every day
If luck would have it
I'd be dealt a pleasing hand
If smart enough to grab it
I could answer the game's demands
But experience whispers
Reminders from the past
Struck down by spurs
Unfinished tasks
Just a thought that I've been thinking
An idea I've bounced around
Proceeding ideas that resulted in sinking
Inevitably we all will drown
So I become quiet, calm and still
The evil voices subside
I fall to my knees, before God, I kneel
Surrendering worldly pride
I hear a verse, I've heard before
It lingers and rolls off my tongue
I can do all things through Christ
Once I open the door
I recall the cross where he hung
My charred motivation begins to spark
Before long, my fire, restored
For that moment my vision is razor sharp
It belongs to me once more
I know that there will come a season
Floods of frustration will take my breath again
A chill of doubt will leave me freezing
If I am quite enough, I'll hear God's voice through the wind
sunflower choir
worshipping
ra the sun god
posted on September 11, 2018
"Chasing The Many Faces of God ( We the People Series)
There they are__ made each day no shame, no disgrace...
Constant reminders of who controls the human race.
We wake up every morning and get hot on the chase...
gotta get the God with big numbers on his face...
gotta hurry along... got no time to waste...
gotta be first in line_ anyhow in any case.
Jamming down my food, pimping my style in great haste...
no time to pull up my pants or tie my shoelace....
grabbing coke and candy_ gotta keep up the pace...
sodas, coffee, caffeine_ smoking crack-freebase.
Looking up in the air, and down in any space_ ....
over here or there_ it could be any place....
cheating through life_ up my sleeve_ a spare ace....
lies are the present _ truth is gone without a trace.
There they are__ made each day no shame, no disgrace...
constant reminders of who controls the human race.
persisting un regrettable unabatedly to abase...
our raped souls_ with anything antidepressant laced.
since nearly three millennia
the exact origin
muddled thru times
come every fall
from the Taj Mahal
to sacred temples
to the humblest homes
around the world
the festival of lights
dazzles during five days
of exuberant worship
and lush ritual in celebration
of triumph of good over evil
millions of oil lamps and candles
and sparklers are lit
setting the nights ablaze
in honor of knowledge
and consciousness
as families gather and feast
unleashing prayers for peace
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~NAMASTE~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on June 28, 2019 for contest YOUR CHOICE SEASONS-FESTIVALS VERSE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD