Converted Poems - Poems about Converted

...Each one has a chance To be converted to God To delight or not.......Read the rest...

... The political biochemistry of triumphs and defeats Lives its spasmodic life Consisting of precious milliseconds, Precise calculations and brutal muscle power. But this bodily activity Doesn't......Read the rest...

...Valhalla rest day Sunday is the day of rest for most people except for cooks, servers, and housewives They have Mondays that day hasn't got many customers they can warm up, Sunday's lefto......Read the rest...

...You have travelled a very long way, looking for some where to stay all the streets are crowded and the buildings are filled; there is no room to spare but my friend has a sofa and small rooms over he......Read the rest...

...This Biblical commentator and Ambassador for Christ is quite serious whenever I stated: "Just because you are born again, doesn't give you the license to sin!" Dear friends now we are children o......Read the rest...

...“The War that Defies Justification” Redundant billionaires preaching basic information Incumbent vacant vulnerable stares looking for personal validation Another easily manipulated youth con......Read the rest...

...In tumults of time and forgetfulness, in the hidden frenzy of a heart beating faintly, Invoke the unseen magic, unravel silk works in the deep night, Tame as a magus who dares, let fall veils of si......Read the rest...

..." O I had a dream just late last night, when all the clouds were darkened and they did not give forth their light. When suddenly the sky split into two different parts and a bright cross appeared ......Read the rest...

...Start from the middle, if you got a speech Save our time from garrulous beginning Mind that converted you don't have to preach Express in short your point, let loose your feeling Preambles wo......Read the rest...

... Every so often, my mind wanders back to the summer of my youth, where a specific memory awaits. Having completed my first year at University, I’ve come home. My younger brother John, fiftee......Read the rest...

... I went to sleep weeping and woke a butterfly, with fluttering wings to glide in the sky; life not over but is just beginning- I sigh, am magically reborn ! Everything within m......Read the rest...

...The friend Ray called on his cell phone was named Bob and he agreed to meeting Ray at their Open Door's church. Bob became his newest best friend and Bob was the youth pastor at their church. The......Read the rest...

...To Kill a Wild Rabbit - FICTION The small winding valley was cold and dank. Nothing stirred as darkness descended quickly. Dusk brought an ominous cloud of evil fog that, like a black s......Read the rest...

...I am bringing back this poem into it original content. When I converted it to Daughters Of The King, I missed it very much. I thought I had lost it forever until I found it on my iCloud.......Read the rest...

...The old house, built in 1895, was the best of weathered antiques having hugged North Rogers Street from days of horses to days of horse-powered engines, and now to electric cars. As the story goes, ......Read the rest...