Christian Good Night Poems | Examples
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O' crescent glow
of perpetual allure,
candescent vigil, spirit light.
Vouchsafe a crystal dream
so I may brave
the solemn eerie night.
But if by chance,
at dawn, this ka,
in slumber's freeze awaits.
With plumage beings
I beseech ascend
to greet God's sentence fate.
Good Night Sleep Tight
I lay in bed Processing my day in my head.
Things I’ve forgotten, things I should’ve said.
I can’t quiet the voices in my head
Telling me what I should’ve done instead.
Did I do all I could?
Have I done everything I should?
Is the Lord forgiving
of the life I'm living?
Do my children know the love
That comes unsparingly from above?
Are they saying their prayers tonight
Trusting in the Lord in all things out of sight?
Abba you know my heart,
The turmoil tears me apart.
I hope you are proud of me,
When it is your face I see
Have I shown my gratitude
Being thankful instead of rude?
Please quite these voices in my head
And let me sleep instead.
During 30 days of discipline (4 hour prayer in Johannesburg for all of August 2019), God's Holy Spirit led me to inspire "tired" prayer warriors:
"Good Morning! The reason it is GOOD morning, folks, is:
"Because God is GOOD to us, to Creation, we will have a good morning. If God is not good, you cannot hope for a good morning."
So, I may often say, "GOD MORNING," instead of good morning. In North America, I might be called "corny" for saying this ... but after you dwell on this "SPIRIT thought" - I could not really create it - you will be en-LIGHT-ened. PTL
Snow Angels
We laid in the deep snow,
powder white, like “new” can only be.
It was fun for you, it was fun for me.
I wish that every day…
could be powder white.
We went back inside.
The house smelt like magic, and wonder!
The cookies they were fresh.
The icing was butter cream.
It tasted like vanilla… beans.
You helped mom.
I helped her too.
We laughed.
It was a good time.
Snowflakes on the window sill,
time was getting late.
Hot cocoa, and peppermint,
beside the fire.
Maybe…
She will tell us the story,
of all things that matter.
The real birth, the real death,
and the real resurrection.
The story of Our King.
Wonder, sadness, and joy.
Then we will be together,
and quiet
and pray…
They will come.
He will come.
Among us.
Two thieves were hanging
Next to the Christ
One on his left
One on his right
One was ungrateful
For his lot in life
The other repentant
Remember me in paradise
They each had that moment
To open their hearts
One thought it best
The other thought not
One thief was saved
The other one lost
One knew the price
Counting the cost
Knowing it's never too late
To invite Jesus in
Just do it before the day
You've reached the end
When in this life I felt down
You were the one that was around
Maybe it was the way you held my hand
I knew in my heart you would understand
I miss the way we used to sit and talk
The times we didn't look at the clock
The way you walked in those tight jeans
Made me want to pull my skin and scream
I remember trembling at your touch
I love and loved you so very much
I am lost inside now you're gone
Baby you are still my life's song
When I look to the night sky, I tear
I miss you and wish you were here
Edward J Ebbs - 05/18/14
Written for a Contest, My Beloved Sweetheart