Cleansed Poems - Poems about Cleansed

My heart becomes cleansed my body is the temple purity throughout...

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wind howls through the trees rhythmically moves the leaves then haunting quiet breeze stirs the senses reassuring to the soul awakens sleeper storms blowing over a refreshed feel to the air no longer stagnant mistral, clear the skies though you are so strong and cold inevitable immerse me in nature's gales cleanse my mind of all that ails Haiku Sonnet Poetry Contest 2 may 2023 Sponsored by: Joanna Daniel...

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I COME -DIRTY WASHED IN THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB NOW CLEANSED CLEAN- I come I come to the Father naked He already knows my imperfections, my faults Once clothed in sin now in his lost mind it is now covered I come to the Father naked In the blood of Jesus washed clean Once clothed in sin now in his lost...

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SINS UGLY STAIN It took David quite awhile When guilty of deep sin To recognize his guilt And then be cleansed within Solomon ran amuck For many wicked years And did a lot of damage Before his repenting tears Even worse was Manassah A really wicked king He suffered grief affliction Before his cleanse within Oh, let us know, my friend, Before we repent too late It doesn't pay too...

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Scripture reference: Matthew 8:1-4 CLEANSED See Jesus descending from the mountain. They were waiting - the large crowd. Eyes on him, they followed him. Right away - a leper kneels before Christ. If you are willing…I am willing You can make me clean…Be made clean Immediately the leper was cleansed…Don’t tell anyone Go…show yourself to the priest… Show and tell, that’s our game - mostly for our...

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Stiffly staring from a faded frightened far is a sullen silken star. Scornfully scattered behind it’s skittish skin of scolded scowling scars. Youthfully yearning for a life contentedly cleansed in candlelight....

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Oooo burn, He just took your drive, You gotta learn, Picked up on risk, Don't get mad, Lifes a diss, Made it home, But the sins pull at me, Arrested around every corner, He stole money, He ate too much, Living life and it's enough, Make sure he lose it all, On my way home sin city fall, The Sins gonna like the present I left, It says get lucky...

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I come to the altar As myself broken and abundance and bent I look unto Jesus My Hope my savior it's only in Him I am saying call tells me that I am's God And as His mercies rain I will I will follow Him On this day as I pray As I speak life...

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I come to the altar as myself; Broken in abundant and bent; I look onto Jesus my hope, my Savoir; It's only in Him I am save in... His grace His mercy told Tells me that I am God's And as His mercies reign I will, I will follow Him On this day, in the terrain plain On this day, and forever sail On this...

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winter's fresh breath kiss morning frigid holding calms captured reminisce ~ winter's dawning whole nestled between seasons host cleansed freshness can't miss 1/25/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©...

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"If we confess our sins" this should be a positive step as we are seeking healing by turning towards God "he is faithful and just to forgive our sins" we are reassured that God will forgive and remove all our sins "and to cleanse us from all righteousness" we should follow the mosaic law of wanting to be cleansed if we...

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Broth of froth fulfils its duty Calls me forth for cleansing Seaside summons with her beauty Sordid sins, my drama mending Tickled toes consume her tulle Shell gems of replenishment Roll readily, her threaded spool Thighs swarmed by her punishment Then she tugs me, draws me down Fuelled with force which drives the world Turgid topaz, dispatched waves drown Sorrow in her salty spray,...

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The Paint Movers. The old boat sits in the dry dock. Layers of shabby paint covering the vessel. The boat wears a mask of magnanimity, like a woman about to apply a mud pack. The old boat has a date with the cosmetic warrior's, who come clothed like space-men, in white overalls, rubber gloves, and goggles. She...

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I turned and stood to face it; fingers ran all over me; arms of the wind wrapped around and played music in my ears. Tattered stratus strewed the sky, above me dragged and shredded Droplets pricked my tingling skin, blown out from clouds to cleanse me....

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I’ve searched the deserts of my soul. Yes, countless miles and times. Thirsting for a place where love could quench, this troubled will. And so, I roamed those stead less hills on a camel draped with gold. Glittering noughts, I had to give. Love was mere wanton goad. But now, I have (just) me that’s left. And You, my thirst relief. Oasis of this Magi’s...

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