Prayers Heaven Poems | Examples
These Prayers Heaven poems are examples of Heaven poems about Prayers. These are the best examples of Heaven Prayers poems written by international poets.
Biblical promise from the beginning
Preparation well kept
Heaven’s arrival
Meeting all the Disciples, Moses, Joshua, Abraham and many others
Far beyond the ridges of Earth
Eyes have not seen
Seeing my friends who passed before me
The place of sweet and spiritual vibes
Walking around Heaven Day and Night
Golden prayers
Calm, Secrete and Pure
No worries nor pain
Uplift into a new tomorrow
Songs of Glorified
Hallelujah praise
Appreciation being on the highest
Angels fly
Kingdom of Thy
Talking personally to everyone including the Lord face to face
Living on Earth was a waste
Spiritual rise
Heaven’s Revelation energize.
There are things I've done in my life
I don't believe can be washed away
No matter how much I repent
I will burn come my Judgment Day
I'm at the point of giving up on God
I feel he has given up on me
I used to pray to him every day
All unanswered as far as I can see
I know all that is in the Bible
And what each book has to say
Psalms 23 says Lord is my shepherd
Well I'm the lamb that went astray
I never felt at home in his flock
I guess my wool was too black
I left the path of righteousness
With no plans of ever going back
Maybe you can pray for me
My prayers got nothing in return
St Peter at those Pearly Gates
Can send me to Hell to burn
angels still the night’s unrest, gentling
away the shadows who startle, kissing
darkness with hesitant prayers, startling
melancholic whispers from messengers, fetching
souls the music that shall never fade, pausing
only to reveal the wonder of His grace, praising
If these eyes are meant to see,
Show me, Lord
What you expect from me.
If these hands are meant to do,
Show me, Lord
How I can serve You.
If these feet are meant to move,
Show me, Lord
This love, I’ll gladly prove.
If these days are meant to delight,
Show me, Lord
Thanks to You, my heart is right.
If these prayers are meant to heal,
Show me, Lord
I’m glad I can still kneel.
If these praises are meant to be sung,
Show me, Lord
To You, my soul has clung.
If these wonders are meant to bless,
Show me, Lord,
You said ‘follow me’ and I said YES!
Which way? Which way is the best? There are so many
Religion? Prayers? Meditation? Contemplation? Books?
Good deeds? Or just believe? Believe and love God?
These are good questions. I am thinking and feeling so far
So far from heaven, so far from God. Is thinking a problem?
Yes, maybe it’s that. Thinking is the food for the selfish ego
Blessed are those who are poor in spirit, saying the wisdom
For theirs will be the world of heaven, says the book of wise
Road to heaven, I lose myself and I will be humble and quiet.
My blessed Jesus, eternal Sovereign One,
prayers lifted up in whispers and songs
to the Son.
I was ruled by sin,
yet, in sinner's grief, restoration flowed in.
Hosanna to the gentle Lamb of seven horns and eyes,
You're the Lion of Judah in rosy morning sunrise.
Steadfast Redeemer-
we are believers,
You reign in Your Kingdom of the Highest realm,
no storms of life can prevail, for You're at the Helm.
Our Communion is with You,
the One we know is True.
Hearts and souls rise to praise You in voice,
You Alone are Heaven's choice.
Christ, so crowned in Glory,
joining You someday-
after our finished earthly story. ~
We all need prayers
My brothers and sisters
Even if you don’t believe
As we breathe and live
We all need prayers
We all love flowers
We all enjoy living
Talking, eating and singing
We fear God’s wraft
True or false? We love life
We all need prayers
My brothers and sisters
Even if you don’t believe
As we breathe and live.
Copyright © May 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
When harlequin herbs bask in jeweled forests, do you hear me?
ferrying upon pearl-prayers, seeking warmth in doe's walnut eyes,
I'm the last of seven souls ~ before heaven's hyacinth gates.
Blushing smiles erase shadowed pasts
Filling hearts with music that lasts
Someday, somewhere, breathless prayers
Comfort hearts and souls He prepares ~
Rousing heaven’s enthusiasts
Dewlike tears, gentle love forecasts
Recalling when we were outcasts
Kindness trembles, she clearly cares
Blushing smiles…
Shyly whispers love that outlasts
Breathless moments, wholehearted blasts
Some have known angels, unawares
Wonderous love that heaven shares
Blue skies, sighs of faith never fasts ~
Blushing smiles….
Speaking of love that’s free, always hears
Sometimes seems even the walls have ears
But it’s Jesus who understands me
Love invites me to fall to my knee --
Stirred by the One who ends all my tears
Shafts of light fall swiftly, truth endears
Painting souls with gentleness that clears
Whispers of hope that the heart can see –
Speaking of love that’s free…
Silencing the wind with grace that cheers
Filling the whole life with lovely years
Prayers sent up, it is my heart’s plea
Love will touch each soul with Jesus’ key
This is joy from Him who spoils all fears –
Speaking of love that’s free…
Bureaucracy of Heaven
David J Walker
Lightfall dreams spill
Illuminating waters on
Everything except
Excerpts of canvas lakes
For which it is meant
While bipartisan saints
spill lyrics on
Every letter mailed
from every failed attempt
of Redactions
From the prayers
of the faithful
prayer sayers
For which
each candle is lit
God
Cannot do His job
Without the bureaucracy of heaven
*Image of Creation Adam by Everypixel.
Of Being Forever
Of being forever dealt joys,
Hope occasions kept prayers,
Righteous life earnestly employs,
Constant good saved our tears,
-- to live, then know death takes,
-- to die, then know life waits,
the wherewithal creates,
Answers our endeavor,
Of being forever.
2021 October 19
*9th Place*
Quietus - October 2021
~~Unseeking Seeker: Judged 2021 October 27
*Preferred PS o'er HMS per line differential.
The Waiting Room
I can not think straight,
and the crooked thoughts
that invade my heart...
tear it slowly to pieces.
Grief,
a drop of pain that continues,
like acid to seep deeper,
and deeper into the wound.
Chernobyl,
taking years to diminish,
lasting entire lifetimes,
stagnant to newness.
It is only the brightness,
of angels passing above,
that lend the reflections of dreams
turned from stone;
to prayers... feather-light.
On my knees in my head,
if not physically before "You"...
In public and in private I cry.
I could not bear the pain,
if it were not that I know,
the rainbow holds
the heaven,
of my loves soul.
Jesus.
Ann Foster, aka A. Foster
Little hands lifted to the Lord
Praying and praising
Letting God know He’s adored
Little hands raised to God
Hoping for a answer
To prayers that applaud
Little hands lifted up to the Lord
Sharing heart and soul
With the One who has restored
Little hands raised in faith
Reaching toward the heavens
Listening to what God saith
Little hands lifted to the Lord
Yearning for answers
To prayers filled with love of one accord
Little hands raised in trust
Knowing God will listen
To a prayer that is truly just
Little hands lifted to the Lord
Sure that God will answer
Solve the questions others have ignored
Little hands raised in praise
Thanking the God who created us
For giving us everything which does amaze
Blessed are we, who live in His Majesty,
As death comes, and vivid leaves fallen,
And we rise to His glory-once again!
Blessed are we, descendants of nobility,
When darkest night enters on satin feet,
And in hallowed luster, again we meet!
Blessed are we, to bask in love's purity,
His greatest of caring, forever been,
Giving fields of spring, how very green!
And fragrant flower, deepest red rose,
And dulcet bowers, where robin goes,
And beauty's many shades of subtleness.
So, warning bell causes no distress.
For The Watchman never sleeps,
He hears our prayers;
Our time He keeps.
Blessed be the child of Christmas morn;
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn!