Gospel Truth Poems

It Wasn't Clean

It wasn’t clean at Calvary,
no tidy hill-top site,
neat-kept and swept
where tourist cameras
crowd
wide-angled
in the holy sweat
of multi-pounded package tours.

It was a common place
of cruelty,
and blood,
a skull,
Golgotha death
and mocking hate
and sorrow deep-confused.

In retrospect,
a place of wonder
infinite,
for here
the eternal God,
forgiving,
gave his life
for me.

“The Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.”
Galatians 2:20

Carnality

Power of this world:
Lust of flesh, lust of eyes and
Pride of life all passed.

True Blessing

Tithes and offering
Are acid test to all men
Blessing truly seen.

All In One

We're all one in Him,
In spirit and in truth,
With faith not a shame.

The Real Purpose

Each will be tested
Be good to end, I suppose,
Life's real purpose.

Thine Gospel Truth

War thou comrades
Neo liberalism will die
Wifi try defy the lie
I own the sky i testify
while you all die

One Faith

For me there's only just one faith,
Christ him Crucified,
For in God's Son, all victory won,
The day my saviour died.

Unprepared

untended urgency
        unequipped for service
                        ungirded for battle
                  
               utterly regretful

                          unattainable prize
                   unretrievable loss
unquenchable laments


How shall we escape, if we neglect so great salvation?
James 2:3 KJV


4-30-2021
Plieades U Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman

Decisions

Decisions
Haiku: by Tom
12/28/2020

Today’s decisions,
determine eternity,
for our later life.

Let's Be Frank On This Rag

This is what the local examiner preaches 

Lynchings, or killing someone by hanging, historically were mostly used by whites against black men in the South beginning in the late 19th century, according to the NAACP.

Below my reply in comment
 
How they twist words to suit narrative, lynch mobs were a common practice in Ireland and many countries all over the world, so selectively do you promote division black or white this article is racist bias in content promoting hate

Liberal has a new agenda when it comes to the truth being told 
for what value it holds someone has to correct fools 
lynching is as old as warfare itself virtually

Construction Tips

Construction Tips

It doesn't matter how fine your house.
Or what kind of trips you took.
What car you drive or how much cash;
The Bank records in your books.

How famous you are will soon pass away;
And you will be yesterday's news.
Your beauty will fade, and you hair fall out;
But what of the choices you choose?

There are things that we do that last longer than death.
That don't crumble and don't fade in time.
There are decisions we make that are not for ourselves.
There are mountains that we need to climb.

Light up the way for those in the dark.
Strengthen the weak and forlorn.
This is the reason you walk among men;
The reason for which you were born.

Invest in the lives of the people you love.
For generations yet far to come.
Live such a life that they'll follow your path,
And of your harvest they'll reap the sum.

Build for you must, it's the way of all men;
But hold to these principles fast.
Build the things that matter the most.
Build the things that will last.

Gospel Truth

Poetry transformed
Vibrated through
microphones
Ladies don't
give away your moans
freely
Entice with your eyes
come back
In nine months 
full of surprise.
Nothing could be better
than creating another you
You and I, the gospel truth.
If you don't mind
I'd like to preach 
about it
 for an hour or two
While your
eyes unfold
 the greatest gift
my ears have ever heard

Gospel Truth

This is a Rondine in pentameter

Never say never my darling Betty.
I think past sweet words have been a good  start
and know they’re ingress to a woman’s heart
Would you like to rest on this soft settee,
there is no danger its firm and steady.
Gospel truth, in pantsuit you look so smart.
Never say never.
I saw you, dear, at Tavern Gramercy.
In Effie Silk Dress you were piece of art,
I could have torn your lucky date apart.
The Maitre d' had your table ready
Never say never.

Mistaken Gospel Truth Rigour

When in this wicked world
My peace of mind suffers cardiac arrest
Curled, hurled, unfurled
To wolves whose snarl can't rest

Until my courage they tear
Bringing my citadel to its knees
In my heart they dare
To inject fear, plunging my vision into seas

So deep my courage can't swim
Broken and forsaken
In a whim
Badly mistaken

On my wobbly knees I bend
Asking God why
My precious dreams flounder, to somehow end
Up in a teary cry

Torn to shreds
Stillborn
Battered on wanton beds
Teeming with scorn

Driven by envy and jealousy
In circumstances where complicity and duplicity
Know no mercy
In my vicinity

I shake my head, proclaiming 'Devil, you're a liar'
Plucking up courage with renewed vigour
To steer the focus of my thoughts clear
Of the illusion that mistakenly I believed held the Gospel truth rigour.

In a Perfect World

In a perfect world 
there would be no war
no disease and no pain
in a  perfect world there would be nothing that would make
us feel  like the worlds gone insane
in a perfect world we would be free
in a  perfect world  for you and me
there is no perfect world since the fall of man
a lesson we have all  learned 
but everything will be perfect when Jesus has returned
on his arrival things will be as they should be
in a perfect place with him both you and me

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