Christianity Poems - Poems about Christianity

O God of blistered stars and silence, I crawl to You with blood beneath my nails— Not theirs, my own. I tore at shame like bark from skin, But it rooted deeper still. Do You see me now? A cathedral of cracked marrow, Where hallelujahs rot before they bloom— I cannot pray without trembling. The night — I dare not name it — Stitched its...

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Honorable Members of the Mainiac Judiciary Committee I hold gratitude for you, and for the Wabanaki Tribe of indigenous wisdom, on whose land we deeply listen for this opportunity to address this Committee with a healthy democracy agenda. My name is Mother Eartha, a wildly undomesticated Peace Warrior, and I am here on behalf of Maine's Unitarian-Universalist...

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Judaism The Mitzvah—God blesses every good deed Thousands of years old God Yahweh made a covenant with Abraham that if Abraham and his people the Hebrews Obey Him, He'd consider 'em, His chosen people, watch over 'em God sent the Hebrew to kill their enemies sparing not man, woman, child or even the suckling babe On the other hand, God said He...

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A day to rest A day with no mess But a day that is blessed A day that we recover From all the weeks stress A day of worship, healing, and fellowship A fresh start A renewing of the mind, body, and soul A day that makes us feel whole. ...

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Jesus lived and Jesus died, Jesus laughed and Jesus cried. Jesus loved and Jesus felt, Jesus stood and Jesus knelt. Jesus heard and Jesus thought, Jesus prayed and Jesus taught. Jesus healed and Jesus fed, Jesus preached and Jesus led. Jesus lived and Jesus died, Jesus is risen and He is alive. ...

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The Son said: "Father, let me take this burden. Let me go, and be the One to die once and for all." (Selah) ...

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The Genesis of a Promised Seed was and has always been a conflict. Since primordial Eden and Eve, between her grain against devil's trick. His journey to the womb of Mary is a testament of His sovereignty. Bloodlines of imperfect humanity, finely woven redemptive purity. The night, a loving Father's hand laid His Promised Seed to a manger. Reaching the unlightened world, yet rejected, spit upon...

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Christ a phantom through my hours flames within a kohl tongue psalms crack the white cloth like a razor On the way back piercing kneeling knees, a broken crown's mask glistening kindling memory Christ a phantom through my hours piercing kneeling knees — memory...

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Fall is breathing its dying breaths and a chill settles deeper into the air. The first flakes of snow have dusted the ground leaving the world glimmering, starlight reflecting off each crystal and casting a beautifully eerie glow. Nighttime silence is unbroken save for the sound of my surreptitious breaths, which cloud in front of me as they’re slowly released. I can sense...

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How dare they take the words from Your mouth and the nails from Your hands and pass them off as from their own flesh and blood. They, who never bled a single drop in the name of others, have crafted a halo of thorns and adorn it, ”holy” (self indulgent, self proclaimed). What gives them the right to denounce their equals and lash the whip over their...

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How dare they take the words from Your mouth and the nails from Your hands and pass them off as from their own flesh and blood. They, who never bled a single drop in the name of others, have crafted a halo of thorns and adorn it, ”holy” (self indulgent, self proclaimed). What gives them the right to denounce their equals and lash the whip over their...

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These heretical poems on the subjects of God, religion and Christianity explain why I “left” the Religious Right. If one screams below, what the hell is "Above"? —Michael R. Burch Religion is regarded by fools as true, by the wise as false, and by rulers as useful. — Seneca, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Why do faith, hope and...

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His light still burns, in my thoughts – Forever reflecting the music of psalms, The soothing revelations of hope, Songs born from believing, believing, believing… Christianity is a worthwhile gift from One Who left His light to guide, to feed, to bless, to reveal what it means to be forgiven, all the sin that conceals joy, love and peace! ...

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These are prayer poems by Michael R. Burch, along with a few hymns. There are also poems on the subject of God and religion—Christianity in particular. I Pray Tonight by Michael R. Burch I pray tonight the starry light might surround you. I pray each day that, come what may, no dark thing confound you. I pray ere tomorrow an end to your sorrow. May angels’ white...

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When you open up your eyes Is He sitting at your side With a smile on His lips That betrays a certain pride? Does He touch your injured hands? Does His face go pale and grim At the sight of wounds you bore For your loyalty to Him? Do you whisper “Lord, I’m sorry You said ‘do not be afraid’ Still I winced when they...

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