Faith I Am Poems

I look in the mirror
There I see the prettiest girl in the world
For all her curves and edges
She sure is a sight for sore eyes

She...

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Sometimes when you cry your Heart;
Sees better!
Just a heart beating Just a soul breathing;

Just a mind seeing Jesus;
O' What a friend indeed,
He chose me so...

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Belief comes in various forms
for many treasons we will do so
there's a system within at work
to believe not comes to hit low

Poets have a way...

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Entailed in a spiritual, chaotic race, 
My soul scouts and squirms behind my tranquil veil.
Who am I without my mask? The mirror shows my face...

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In uncontrollable destinies,
fate is visible, signposted with faith.
In limitations of the intangible unforeseen,
tribulations from tangible organisms,
leave a heart yearning to release 
the force from kundalini kismet.

What...

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I am alive…
     Breathed by the self-existent “I AM”
     asserting “I am the Alpha and Omega
 ...

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I can see the tears up in Heaven ~
                ...

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I am…

Washing a stormy night clean, its promise
this empty grave,
where sunshine suddenly erases the shadows,
who sigh like dejected, broken tears,
surfacing in the dewdrops, 
lifting the...

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I am that little light that shines
Within your heart inside your mind
That rises floats despite dark dilemma
I keep you warm despite white December 

I am...

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en pointe

a bold step up with baby feet, on poetic pointe with all I AM...

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In the heart of the believer, a flame does burn,
For the Gospel of Christ, for His word, we yearn.
"I am not ashamed," we boldly declare,
In...

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Martin Luther King Once Said I Have A Dream
That was on August 28TH, 1963
BUT little did he know that when he spoke those four worlds
He...

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Guide my steps

Trust in the Lord, first.
Nothing of this world survives!
Guide my steps in love.

by Martin Braun
1.13.2024
He walks with me......

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Silence – He speaks in the silence,
When the softest breeze caresses the trees,
Oaks and pines…
Leaves dancing, dancing, dancing,
Swaying so we can only see…
His blessings are...

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Ignorant, is not my identity in my struggle for my race.

Damaged, is not my identity by the disparaging arrows flung at me.

Effected, is not my...

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