Long Baptizing Poems
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Light reflects the songs
Poured from hearts who see
Beyond the notes of heaven
To the spirit, with gentle wings
Light embraces the wonder
Baptizing souls in love
Whispering faith and joy
Into hearts where love flows
Light inspires the believer
Expressing notes of grace
Silencing the fears who taunt
Rewriting feelings in a tender blaze
Light invites the spirit to hear
Singing joy through each prayer
Erasing the darkest shadows
With a sweetness that time can’t erase
Light, made by His glory
Restores the spirit who knows
God is in the echo of praise
Drenching the world in hope
Light is the blessing from heaven
Raining down gentlest love
Reminding that we’re His children
Saved by the One who died…
Arose and ascended to heaven
Where His light glistens,
Always reminding that love
Is His spirit, shining down on earth
Light, blessing away the dark
Reveals the music of hearts
Who know this Jesus
The love that will bring us home.
Trauma stained
my innocence,
before I knew
that the sunless
sky lost its glory
to doomed darkness,
an empathetic gaze
which roamed beneath my
saffron skin,
an ungodly vulture
disguised as a gracious
guide, whilst waking up
to wrinkled sheets of satin,
which burnt and betrayed
my virtue as an offspring-
as virginal petals
stained in blood,
drenched me in
cruel flashbacks.
I swam against
ghastly ghosts,
searching for
cosmic lilies,
floating on the crest
of a wave,
through unholy rivers,
baptizing darkest sins
of my exploited mind.
l've tasted sparkling
saline streaming
down tall murky falls,
Every ripple graphically
reminding me of
my childhood tears,
secrets which scarred
my strained soul
into suppression,
allowing dark voices in
my head to control
every aspect of
my conscience,
questioning the stars
that dimmed
their silver on me.
Was my fatigued
smile a written consent
to the bloodthirsty breezes,
brutally invading
every untouched cell?
Did I blindly sing
along to their lullaby?
Or have I been cursed
before I saw
the first light of life?
Perhaps these
questions will
forever haunt me,
there's no right
answer when
the ugly truth
has stolen every
reason to place my
trust in the
unkind mind
of the humankind,
for the devil resides
in their shameless
shadows, singing hellish clarity.
The road curls like a lazy ribbon toward the sea.
The music hums low, windows down, my hand slicing the wind like I’m baptizing myself in motion.
And then it hits me—
That smell.
Honeysuckle and salt water.
Sweet and sharp.
Like sugar on the edge of a blade.
Like the promise of something sacred just out of sight.
It always hits before I can see the ocean.
The scent remembers before my eyes do.
It wraps around me, soft and sticky, whispers, “You’re almost home.”
The air thickens. Not heavy—holy.
It tastes like summer and survival.
Like barefoot afternoons.
Like kisses that never needed explaining.
Like the version of me that used to believe in forever without apologizing for it.
And then, just over the hill, there it is...
The horizon, split in light.
The sea, wild and waiting.
The wind carries salt across my lips like a lover’s fingertips, and I smile before I even realize I’m doing it.
Not because I found something new—
But because I remembered what was always mine.
Pieces of me
Like wind blowing through trees
Barren of leaves
In the winter of my dreams
Falling softly, like autumn thoughts
Caressing the earth
With exciting auburn, crimson
Colors of hope
Brilliant, vibrating, baptizing
The sensitivities
In visions, prose, poetry
Alive with those fragments
Of me, my dreams, my beliefs
Moonlight captures my faith
In its shimmering gaze
Reflecting God’s promises
On silent stars, trembling
Glistening, radiating
Joy – elated, jubilant
Like the wonder in the flakes
Freshly fallen awake
Snow blessing the day
In waves of sweet grace
Breathless waves
Seas of light and praise
Falling from lips who believe
His love has poured out
Blessings that cannot be caught
But only believed and received
His Son is the One we need
If we ever expect to agree
On the love that He shines down
From His gentle showers
Love that knows no limitations
Love that is alive, amazing
Silencing all the frustrations
Awakening creativity, sensations
Of peace, promise, purity
Feelings so blessed they strive to be
The cup overflowing
Inside of you and me
He is the answer. He is the peace.
He is the Creator and the Savior
He is the One I praise with every whisper
Each commendation, all acclaim
It is Him who I worship
With my heart and soul and spirit
It is Jesus I praise
When I whisper a prayer of adoration
It is Christ who I love
With a love that He designed
A love that is alive
Because He died and rose again
Providing redemption for every follower!
From the Brothers!
Living in a dysney World without Hurt,
hatred trashed and smashed in the Oven,
as our feelings bring us closer.
Shown Kindness, explicit and Proven,
earning each other's emotional Visa,
not caring if the benefits are even,
because this can never be real to a miser.
Counting our blessings at seven,
as we pray it penetrates to all like a laser.
and wish you smile and be at eleven.
Holding Hands, knowing no one is a Loser,
as our minds and thoughts are interwoven.
Shielding our bare with one Blazer
proves what our Hearts speak of is LOVE.
From the Sisters!
Pouring out to each and every dearie
enjoying Life's alternatives
and tasting each merry.
Walloping in the satisfaction
of a fleshy, stony cherry,
with the comfort of an option
in a Berry.
Grasping the breath of goodness
as we sail through Nature's ferry.
Baptizing a child and naming him Perry.
Not good enough? We still have Jerry.
But there is no alternative to Love
which makes Humanity a fairy.
Binding us together into one unit
needing each other every minute.
As we all drink from its waters
which has absolutely no limit.
Under its will, we commit
as our hearts beat for it.
Up, down, left, right, front and back-all for Love
Former CIA Director
John Brennan scathing headlines
Washington Post op-ed sharply
published critical accusations
muted excoriation slams
Commander in Chief
volcanic blatant pathological lying
spews like lava his American
foreign policy boilerplate brazenly
bastardizes by banditry blueprint,
balefully balkanizing beautiful bracketed
booming brady bunch brand,
bests best-buy buffer braking balanced
bastion, bolstered beloved benighted
bequeathed bicameral bipartisan bliss,
Baptizing bacchanalian buffoonish bombast,
betokening bobble-headed Bumstead,
barmy bartered bride bravado, bizarrely
brash brassiness, blindsiding behavior,
beetlebrowed bonehead, bafflingly baldfaced,
bankrupting, blithely bollixing,
bombastically belittling, badmouthing,
banally blasting, banana-boat baseless,
bearish blandishments, beastly boastful
boosterism, bellicosely boorish, bug-eyed,
bighearted, bigoted blathering breeding
blunderbuss bloopers, bewildering
bloodletting bellyache blight,
brazenly being bandying bellwether,
blitzing bourgeoisie balderdash,
balking but beaming barbaric
berserk ballyhoo backbiting,
backslapping backstabbing
blacklisting bromides,
besetting basic bestowed blooming,
Bobbitizing bedeviling beneficial
bulwark bereft badinage, ballistically ballooning
betrayal birthing bedlam.
They jump from the earth
silent as the sun’s rising
announcing spring’s new birth
lingering delights, baptizing
Souls who need their smiles
to restore the music’s words
knowing, after so many trials
sun’s breath sings to the birds
They tell of a melancholic tale
preaching to hearts, so still
knowing their love will not fail
as the night’s stars quietly spill
Fading from the green meadows
playing gently on the seas
singing of the One who arose
to reveal love found on my knees
They light up the hearts who melt
when their laughter is poured out,
restoring the hearts who have felt
all the love that ends every doubt
Blessings, these little flowers are
daffodils, jonquils, March’s hope
blowing in the breeze, like a star
revealing ways spring can cope
Never stop seeing the wonder
that comes to life in God’s flowers
while we might hear the thunder
we can still feel the joy in His showers
They followed him.
They obeyed and fulfilled his commands.
They ate and drank with him.
Then they all went their separate ways
From the one True and Living God
Having a future of being torched.
Having a future of being crucified.
Having a future of being spit on.
Having a future of being skinned alive.
And more of the terrible reasons to die.
The disciples risked their lives
To spread Gospel across the world and teach
The only religion to Four-Corner the Earth
Teaching all nations and baptizing them
WHY DID THEY RISK IT?
Because they had SEEN the truth
They'd witnessed the living God
They'd witnessed the miracles
They'd witnessed the return of the King
No Man Will Go That Far for False Lies
Jesus is Real
God is Real
Heaven is Real
I like to posses the faithful heart
of King David, who immensely praised God
and revered all of His laws without a flaw...
From his palace, He rose his voice to the open Heavens,
and wrote thousands of psalms to glorify Him and His purpose;
and when he spoke, nothing displeasing came out of his mouth...
I like to posses the faith and strength of Joshua, who led
the Israelites out of the cursed and idolatrous land of Egypt;
and He indisputably put his faith in Moses to deliver an enslaved people...
From the hottest desert to God's promised land,
it took anger, and harsh punishment for Moses
to accomplish his task when many rebelled against him...
I like to posses the determination and devotion
of Moses, who gave his people the Ten Commandments:
as a guide to a sinless life lived by obedience...
Wailing from the Jordan River, John the Baptist announced
with his deep voice that kingdom spoken by Christ;
through all his life he proclaimed it, until he was decapitated...
I like to posses the courage that he attained from wisdom and truth,
and he continued baptizing them in water as evil eyes watched and plotted;
when he recognized Jesus as his king, a dove appeared above...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
God of angel armies
Rain down Your hope and joy
Fill our lives with your kindness
Peace that raises our belief
To the knowing that love is alive
Coloring our hearts and our lives
In hues of beauty and grace
Inspiration that feels like an embrace
Your presence enchanting the spirit
Breathing wonder through the feelings
Baptizing souls in endless brilliance
Like sun pouring out her wisdom
Moonlight reflecting heaven’s genius
Stardust luminating wild dreams
God of angel armies
Remind me why I am here today
A part of the human race, a child
Of the living God, who I praise
For His compassion, His gentleness
His blessings that encourage
My soul to linger on the shores
Where oceans roar and waves toss
Powerful, piercing the darkness
Reassuring minds of insights, strong
Longings caressing thoughts, ideas
With flames of passionate desires
Fires of promises, raging words
Freeing the muse to give back
To this old world, a piece of the heart
Songs of sincerity, serenity, sensitivity
Signs of the Savior’s love glowing
Flowing through veins of existence
Tenderness gripping the intimate truth
Of a feeling, thriving on His love
God of angel armies
Flourishing, growing, stirring
All the glory that is Yours, Your
Wonder, Your beauty and peace
Your forever gift… The Son
Who brings absolute peace, saving
Hearts from the darkness, the disgrace
The shame and dishonor, the humiliation
The ultimate destruction of hell’s fury
God of angel armies
I praise You for Your mercy
Your lasting love and grace
Your gentleness and kindness
Your never ending forgiveness
Your joy, hope and contentment
The Wonder that is Your truth
Poured out over hearts who need You!
Psalms 80:19 – KJV – Turn us again, O Lord God of hosts, cause thy face to shine; and we shall be saved.