Commands Poems - Poems about Commands

February 11 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 1-2 Key Verse – Numbers 1:19 As the LORD commanded Moses, so he numbered them in the wilderness of Sinai. FAITH IN GOD WHO COMMANDS US TO DO HIS WILL God commands us to do His will with earnest commitment Always abiding within His covenant’s agreement Around His enclosing ordinance-fulfillment While...

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February 3 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 8-10 Key Verse – Leviticus 8:4 Ye shall do my judgments, and keep mine ordinances, to walk therein: I am the LORD your God. FAITH IN GOD WHO COMMANDS US TO KEEP HIS ORDINANCES God commands us to keep His ordinances by His zeal… We come near His...

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Love wears no gold, nor seeks the crown of kings, Yet holds dominion in a gentler way; With whispered words and soft, unspoken things, It takes the heart and bids it humbly to stay. No wealth of gems or lavish silk from you is sought, For love, in secret, makes its quiet own demands— A stolen glance, a tender touch is...

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She tames the sky She commands the clouds They get their orders from her They do as she says Does she rule by fear? No Does she rule by right? No Why do the clouds listen? Because she is sassy, and confident. And she is the first person to command them. They think it is great....

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We in are in a time of darkness, A season of sorrow and regret. Like a great fish caught in a current Rife with unexpected, opposing tides. All are tossed ever farther from lives all hoped to access. Striving against this typhoon of violence Perhaps our hope is bereft? As this devouring night surrounds, No egress to safely accessed. Losing strength,...

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To Be A Poet, Oft Strong Commands Come At Night Oh, gawd- comes raging middle of the night This horrid current, rise up and now write An electric jolt, firing through me bones Of new fortress looming, huge granite stones And that tingle surging from old waking soul As pagan's carving of a totem pole Words spilling out from a resistant heart Pen...

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What Love commands the train fulfills, The six thirty bounds to Coney Island Where the green Ubers awaits the passengers Morning greetings, (Urdu) of few words, were the Pakistan, rules Mermaid Street with the neon green Were too mama? where too, two dollars: A repeat routine for most of us, Whether you’re a...

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The heavens open up and the lord's spirit. Came down from heaven Riding upon majestic clouds Of fiery lightning bolts that showered the church with glowing trails of shooting stars and streaks of comets He then commanded the glowing rings of Saturn. to come down anointing the sacred icons with brightly shining halos He then commanded the...

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We'll; it's the new year on top of the clock When everything's up there for grabs of the flock That future's seem brighter when out of our hands When the further we wonder means longing's commands...

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Everyone come along for the shower. Let's dance together amidst the flower; And devour Nature's power, Whilst these tiny droplets descend the river. *Second place in the Poetic lines from Poetry soup Poet Vijay pandit Poetry Contest. Sponsored and judged by Silent...

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L-et I-mmortal L-ord's I-nstructions A-nd C-ommands U-plift I-ndividual S-pirit O-f N-ation's Y-oung M-embers A-nd S-enior A-dherents Topic: 30th Anniversary of Lilia Cuison Ymasa in the Iglesia Ni Cristo (December 10,2019) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Loving my studio is not enough I have to actually go over there and pick up a paintbrush Reminding myself who I am Today is the day, I say, halfheartedly. Not ready yet. Sticking myself back into lah lah TV land A world that never brings satisfaction of any kind Yet here I sit hour upon hour Decompressing and decomposing. Go paint! My...

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Yes, I’m a Poet, but I refuse to be conscripted I refuse to be a victim, my words made out of stone I refuse to bleed my heart out, on a page of blank simpatico I refuse to give you weakness, knowing strength you have disowned Yes, I’m a Poet, but my sword is sharp and pointed My shield is scarred and colored with the blood...

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I played out my string, I ran my race My chaps are frayed, but spurs in place Still one horse to ride, with saddle in hand That last trail awaits, —final sunset commands (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)...

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Yes, I’m a Poet, but I refuse to be tormented I refuse to be a victim, with my words made out of stone I refuse to bleed my heart out, on a page of blank simpatico I refuse to give you weakness, knowing strength you have disowned Yes, I’m a Poet, ...

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