Christain Poems - Poems about Christain

He never lets me drown When it feels like my heart and soul, My story, might just burn down, His mercy fills me up, makes me whole, So I can see His crown – His love is all around. He never lets me sink Into the web of my defeat, My story, written with His ink, He pens each pulse, each heartbeat, So I...

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Humble moments in poetic tones, Sing joy through my soul As the night beckons with her insights, Quaint, stagnant shadows, erasing fear, Trembling in silhouettes of gentle, Melodious dreams dance Through the starlight, reflecting Grace that never forgets, never regrets… In the middle of July intensity, the heat Steaming film, budding from the asphalt In deafening sighs, promising Scents of melancholy, blowing in the wind Remembering the...

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It happened on a Monday. Thoughts, drifting From one moment to the next, Reassured by the kiss of a past, Buried by the last chance, Remembered by the heart who can’t grieve, Without the silence seeking peace, Seeking a hope, a prayer, a dream… It happened on a Tuesday morning, Hopes and prayers, dreams, Such subtle hints of golden tears, Raining down, dewlike, trembling, Remembering that –...

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There was once a young soul I’ll call Jordan He was a little on the wild side, a rebellious child Most expected he’d someday know the warden The one he’d answer to before being reconciled Freedom, it seems, we often take it for granted Like Jordan, I sometimes disregarded the rules It took some time for me to grow where I...

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You are like a pot, pouring boiling hatefulness on the enemies you should be loving. You may think you have ample light, but without a core of love, you are stumbling around blindly in the darkness. Where is your light? Where is your city on a hill? Where is the generous measure of love, pressed down, shaken together, and running over? You’re just hiding Christ’s glorious lamp under a bowl of hate. Shine that...

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For Diane Christian, One day I came across a cross, Found myself at a complete loss; What should message mean to me; And pretty soon it was plain to see. Cross was mirror and a reflection To see Christ from every direction I came to conclusion my conviction Proved to world that I am a Christian. Jim Horn...

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To my son christian from the moment i found out i was pragent with you i was so happy i cried inside from the first moment i felt your kick i knwe its wasnt a dream that yoou where all mine from the first time i seen your piture you were so cute inside.. from...

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