Prayer Easter Poems | Examples
These Prayer Easter poems are examples of Easter poems about Prayer. These are the best examples of Easter Prayer poems written by international poets.
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Dawn cracks the tomb's seal
spiritual light blooms inside
where death used to breathe.
Now the sparrow sings the psalm
only empty graves can teach.
With a still small voice,
As if in Gethsemene,
I am given a choice
To allow for serenity.
It is there
I feel alone.
It's a place
So unlike home.
It is there
I take the high road.
It is there
I carry the heaviest load.
But serenity is my reward.
It's my brand new start.
This place I leave no longer alone.
This place of belonging, home.
CHRIST spoke while on the cross
RELIGION kills, but relationship heals
OUR savior offered prayer of forgiveness
SALVATION was given while on the cross
SATISFACTION was achieved on the cross
WORLD'S salvation was made available
OFFENSES against God were fully paid for
REDEMPTION was accomplished completely
DEEDS of the law and self righteousness: Nullified
SINS: Fully covered by Christ's blood on the cross
Brother Rabbit, tell me please
When will the hard times end?
Will the hell on earth increase
To a no man’s land?
Quiet life is my conviction
Totally predictable
Time goes by, in benediction
Of the daytime rituals
Last night I went up the hill
I could see for miles
Moonlit path across the field
Under the starry skies
Were you there, I can’t say
Either I’m not sure
If you heard my little pray
You are so demure
I don’t seek a golden fleece
I wasn’t wired to fight
Brother Rabbit, share some peace
Send it through the night
Not a calm before the storm
But a storm no more
Peaceful living, like a norm
Shielded by the law.
A crimson tide o'er Golgotha ascends
No chalice held, a sacrifice.
The Holy Week
a shroud that slowly rends.
Mourning flocks
adrift from faith's secure fold.
A traitor’s kiss,
a friendship bought and sold.
Peter's denial,
a love that cannot mend.
A crown of thorns
a cruel and mocking crowd.
The weight of sin on Christ
Savior, true friend.
Through Gethsemane's forsaken
shadowed mire.
He trod
a steadfast soul
with love's eternal fire.
His final breath
a lamented prayer
a ragged cry.
A promise etched in every gasping sigh.
From darkest night
a radiant dawn shall rise.
Redemption’s hymn
a dove
takes to the skies.
Though flesh may fail
love’s covenant remains.
A chalice brimming
hope never dies
breaks the chains.
Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace is counted wise:
And he that shutteth his lips is deemed a man of understanding
Seek the lord while he may be found
Trust in the lord with all your heart and lean not to your own understanding
Even a child is known by his doings
Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Even though I am of sin he gave his life for me
Angels are my guardians guiding and praying
Somber days come and go and tests some I fail
Tribulations lord knows well, he save me from hell
Enjoying blessing of Easter, hearts and joy from above
Remembering to serve my master and to return his love
The first six lines are quotes from these bible verses:
PROVERBS 17:28
ISAIAH 55:6
PROVERBS 3:5
PROVERBS 20:11
ROMANS 12:12
An Easter Prayer
(Esoteric Meaning of Christmas)
Let not the sun rise so high
that I may never again reach
its light --
nor set so low
that my spirit now resides
in darkness, irretrievable
but let me dwell peacefully,
balanced, in a new body of humanity,
a purified vessel, that of the risen Christ
– live outright redeemed,
one with God and His good
angels,
ever loving.
To dream…..
Of how I can put a smile on another
human’s face.
And not be one groveling in media
and it’s sad disgrace!
To make a genuine difference in this
violent world.
Not a lost soul,caught in hideous
political,lies and swirls!
The world knows not,that this is Holy
Saturday.
It honors dishonest men,and punishes
the good~vanquish them with your
blessings in every way.
4/8/2023
He Called Me Lazarus
Miracle Man
2/22/2023
Good morning Lazarus,
were his first words voiced.
Then immediately with tears,
my eyes began welling.
Twas one day past Easter,
and I sat there unvoiced.
Thoughts rushing from my heart,
that were compelling.
He was referencing the day,
God had rescued me.
I think back on this time,.
when prayer warriors pleaded.
Then from the pangs of death,
“Miracle Man” came to be.
God’s hand during this time,
was not to be impeded.
As advanced years whisper by,
God grants me recall.
Of the destiny that brought,
this time into being.
The Widow Maker and S.C.A.
did both on me befall.
But God had a purpose,
far beyond my seeing.
MY theology was formed when Mother taught me the Lord's Prayer.
YOU and I know that what's good for mother is good enough for us.
THEOLOGY, defined as the study of God, is made simple at Calvary.
HE, God Almighty, clearly defines theology for all mankind at Calvary.
ETERNITY'S long-awaited secret is revealed and offered to all at Calvary.
OBJECTIONS are overruled, not sustained; sin's curse is sealed at Calvary.
LOVE defeats and obliterates both Satan's lies and deceit at Calvary.
OVERREACH by Satan and organized religion proves fatal at Calvary.
GOD was in Christ and reconciling the world to Himself at Calvary.
'YES' is God's forever word of guaranteed acceptance at Calvary.
041222PS
Confetti filled eggs a traditional part of Easter
An early rise before the sunrise, brief
prayer relief to fill a slow cooker with corn beef,
carrots, potatoes and cabbage.
Proud of myself I didn't damage
the homemade yeast rolls. I took one last shameless flirt
at the chocolate mousse for dessert.
Relieved my grandson and granddaughter
right in the middle picked up their grandfather
from the hospital. Afterwards, no refrain
for a hunt of confetti filled Easter eggs after a fresh rain.
No need to explain
grandson drove back to college
to glean more knowledge.
4/9/2018
An Easter tradition filling dyed egg shells with confetti, candy and money..
G - race lighting my heart
O – ver the worst part
O – ld sins forgiven and forgotten
D – reams of real love boughten
F – aith fills my soul
R – idding me of sin on the whole
I – nsuring me of God’s hope
D – usting me with a prayer to cope
A – live on the third morn
Y- es! We can truly be reborn!
A man at roadside
This seems long ago
But not so long I guess..
There was a man
Of rugged countenance
And flowing hair
Seated at roadside
Relaxed in his being
At the beginning of
My ascent on a
Sunny park trail..
No word was spoken
Yet more than words
Were the eyes
Making brief contact..
A gaze really
A knowing gaze
Not to be forgotten
After these years...
Lord of love, on this day with blood did buy
this chance for all to rise from ransoms paid.
With forgiving grace that must not ever die,
whose sacrifice laid bare with shame, betrayed.
Rare, as spring's new life in immortal bloom,
you cast the bounds drawn cold by grave and stone.
Death yields its pious prey from tears and tomb.
At last, forever, we are not alone.
Glory for eternity, your light defines
joy resurrected in the souls of men.
Lifting hearts towards peace sensed so sublime
to bring all, as one, home to God again.
Forgive the agony we have put you through
and hear only love when we speak of you.
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04/04/2019
Quiet please dulcet winter’s wind clatter
Let sun shine, snows melt to lace, crocus be.
No howls, blinding blizzards, hail shatter,
Let land seep water and lake birds see.
I want a chiffon of lemon grass buds
and to shed sweaters and slippers and vests.
Cleanse the soot from walks with soapy suds.
Breathe fresh air warm with sun without tests.
I have given my prayers for hunger and peace
thanked my gifts, set out new starts.
I have measured my corn to fatten geese.
The barn is dank and gloomy with stale farts.
Restart year. Seed the babies, feed the living.
Now's time of resurrection and giving.