Death Jesus Poems

How about some delicious tea
I want it with crackers and brie
Honey is very sweet
Better than sweaty feet
I got bit by a yellow bee



That bee just...

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The poor, as though dogs abandoned by masters, suffered pain.
Hungry, thirsty, and sickly, they existed like rats in drought
The cognitive compass gone, they felt a...

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As apes that muddled the streams rather than quenching their thirst
Pharisees went to the temple for mischief; not to pray.
Like death-stalker scorpions, in stinging, they...

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That time when Jesus walked among men
has long passed, only faint images remain;
and the curious crowds followed Him everywhere:
they heard a wisdom from the mouth...

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Now you have gone away,
I have not much to say.
Remembering sitting on the bay, 
even when the big clouds were gray.
I know you could not...

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I went for my early morning run,
just me and my young son.
It was to be a lot of fun,
then home for a hot cross bun.
We...

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Pilate concluded the case was a fraud.
The charge against Christ was legally flawed.
But because he was so morally weak,
A novel verdict for Christ he did...

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He brings light to the earth.
He shines His light across the soul.
With a gentle light, in colors we love,
Reflecting mercy, inspiration, faith…

	Silent dreams, quiet hopes
		Prayers...

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Nervous I sat,
waiting to be called.
I wasn’t sure what it was he said,
but it meant a lot to me.
Then I realized,
he was not talking to...

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Q:  Does the single act of being baptized save people without first being saved?

A:  Being baptized is a work of faith and public...

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Come on guys I really need to go.
My inside are about to blow,
This line is way too long,
No time to sing a song.
I am filled...

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If the LORD is my Lamb
I'll shepherd Him back

To a world that has lost Him from their sight
as we've often sunbathed and sailed without giving...

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"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love." Sophocles, Greek Poet 

How is the tender word love...

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We Were Fighting
By Franklin Price
04/28/2024

We were fighting with the Devil
From last light to early morn
The we is me and Jesus
Against the Devil and his thorn

The...

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Stewards washed the feet of their masters to make them relaxed.
Master, dignity-filled, bestow blessings on these small ones.
Did Jesus, as a master, make his disciples...

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