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Family is a macro organism
We're all interconnected
We're all a piece of the puzzle
The mosaic
We are the pattern
We create order in our minds as well as disorder
We share our memories and love
We create new webs of association
We create the circles and cycles of our life
We bond like molecules to one another
We bridge gaps and create new pathways to each other
We create new circuits of love each day
We are a factory, we all labor together
We are the think tanks, we bridge ideas together
We borrow words and songs from others
We create our own inspiration, we create what our minds think about
We dream, we love, we feel, we are
We live to create a better tomorrow
A better us
We try to top our last move, our last performance
We challenge who we once were
We look to the future, working to get there in the present time
We search for meaningful conversation, a meaningful life
We create this meaning with our actions
How loud do our actions speak amongst our silence
Will the words come when we need them?
Will we say what we need to say?
or will silence take over?
Will we emerge like when we reach the end?
Where will our journey take us?
An unanswered question left for a later time
What new questions will we ask?
What new answers will we find?
What will be gained? Learned?
How will it transform us? What will we become?
What new shape will we take?
What will our renewed minds and hearts look like?
What will it feel like?
Will there be a sense of relief when we discover who we are meant to be?
Will it be obvious?
When we know we ran as far as we could?
When we pushed harder than we ever though possible?
When we've said so much, there's nothing left to say
When we're all out of ideas
In awe of what is, in awe of what is and can be
When hope speaks its spontaneous voice in our ears, minds, souls, and hearts
Will we recognize it when it comes and let its voice be heard
Its calling out to us, just follow where it leads
The voice is getting louder gradually and then suddenly
Like a thumping heart beat
Decipher what the voice says, how it speaks to us
What we're supposed to understand
Form:
See the procession. Yonder they come'
None plays a flute- no one beats a drum.
Just a small rag-tagged group of a dozen or so.
Who, for three years, have preached wherever they go.
They know this ministry will soon draw to a close.
What door God opens next, He only knows'
Yet there is an aura about this group of men.
Unlikely to be seen in Judea again.
Even the donkey, on which their Leader does ride,
At someone else's gate was so recently tied.
Hear the refrain which they commenced to sing;
"Glory' Hosanna' To the King of all Kings'"
Some throw their cloaks on the ground,
Others are laying palm branches down.
The High Priest inquires what this is about?
"If the people keep quiet, the rocks will cry out'"
All this accomplished words written long ago,
Every detail was fulfilled- and precisely so'
A Hero this day as He rides among men,
Though shortly these same ones will yell "Crucify Him."
Today- triumphal entry; but on Friday He dies'
Sunday is coming when He'll split the skies.
This is the story of Jesus our Lord,
Born, lived, and died; now alive evermore'
Coming to Jerusalem- a small band of men-
Jesus led captivity captive; a large procession then,
What has been building in the ensuing ages
As the History Books have been filled with numerous pages.
The Church has been built; mighty and strong,
For which Jesus will return before very long.
He'll claim His bride and carry her away.
Later with His saints beside Him, He'll return to stay.
The Procession expands each time it's in views.
How does this apply to me and you?
I've made my decision and taken my stand.
Are you willing to grasp His nailed scarred hand?
You know the words Jesus has said,
And you've heard how God raised Him from the dead.
Will you believe Him, trust Him, and be saved today?
Come join our precession: He's passing your way'
Art Ball (H.S.L.P.)
February 19. 2006
God’s Calling You Out
I was walking along one day
When I saw a truly awesome sight
A tall man in white began to say
“I will conquer all without a fight!”
These were big words for a city dude
Out here in this western town
Big talk like that gets a body viewed
Resting; permanently put down
He stood in the middle of the street,
His white coat blowing behind him
We stood frozen right down to our feet
As the light of day began to dim
We were now all hiding behind things
To protect us from all harms
Then mightily his voice sings
Praising God, he extends only his arms
One by one, he called to us all
You! Hiding in your work, come out
Embrace my love and stand tall
My dividends are bounds without!
You! Hiding behind your masks
Comedy and indifference alike
See that with love your tasks
Can be easy, like riding a bike
You! Hiding in your comfort zone
All nestled in fear and self hate
My love delivers; you’’ll not be alone
Take my hand and do not hesitate
You! Running away from me
What or whom do you run to?
As he spoke those words loudly
A terrible storm came into view
While we were standing there,
In the middle of that street
We were now fearfully aware
That our doom we might now meet
We looked to him, waiting
Then he moved toward us
I was not about hesitating
While others began to cuss
As I made my way to the man
Others ran for cover indoors
Once to Him, I took his hand
And saw His nail scarred sores
As I stood close to Him I saw
Only scars, no blood at all
But as I moved away it was raw
And blood began to fall
The others there could only see
That they were gonna die
They paid no mind to Him or me
I motioned now to those nearby
This man is our salvation I cried
And many moved toward us
And now with Him we abide
Our town had turned to dust
Here in the new town, we know
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
That he knows our towns will go
That’s why He’s calling us out!
Music is so full of
love,
of sadness, of
anger, of joy.
Music helps to calm
you, to excite you,
to help you live
life.
Music is serenity,
and wisdom and
power,
Music is all that I
need on a lonely
day.
The rhythm of the
Music, swallows up
my pain,
the sound of the
instruments acts
like a natural
painkiller,
soothing, easing,
holding me tight
till I can't feel no
more.
The lyrics speak to
me in a way that no
one can,
in explosions of
sound, with no
purpose,
but it helps me move
on.
Nobody can reach me
but the artists I
hear, everyday.
With their words of
truth, their words
of inspiration,
their words of . . .
dependance?
Yes. That is all it
is. Dependance.
Dependance on the
beats, the words,
the shell of sound,
that surrounds my
pathetic life.
My life is in the
hands of someone
else.
Someone with control
of my strings.
Pulling me away from
myself, from my
parents, from God.
All it takes is this
knife.
One cut, and the
strings are gone.
Well maybe two. Or
three.
By the time I
finish, I'm a mess,
worse off than
before.
Satan's got control.
I try to hide the
scars that remind
me,
of what I have to
lose. I cover them
up with the dark.
I don't want the
secrets exposed.
But...
God sees through the
darkness. He sees
past my
insecurities,
past my weaknesses,
past my sin. He
grabs hold, and
never lets go.
He leads me out of
the darkness, and
toward the light.
He shows me the way,
the way out of the
pain,
the struggle for
breath, as I get
swallowed up by the
smothering evil of
sin.
He is there to catch
me, when I fall
down,
and pulls me to my
feet, ready to
battle through
another day, week,
month, year.
Waiting, and
waiting, for someone
to rescue me. But He
has already come.
He's been here,
waiting, for me, as
I wait for him.
His name is Jesus,
and He's here to
stay.
"How do I begin to atone for all the sin I've done?"
"When even I, cannot forgive every single one."
"There are just certain lines that never should be crossed."
"Not only have I stepped over, I left my soul there lost."
As I stood there besides these words freshly carved in stone,
I turned and looked about me, saw that I was all alone.
Or so I thought, until a hand was placed upon my arm.
I looked up into eyes so clear I knew there'd be no harm.
"Walk with me and tell me all about the life you led".
Spoke the man beside me with a beatific glow around his head.
Our walk took us for miles and hours.... maybe days.
While I talked he listened, with a loving tender way.
When I had finished he reached up and softly dried my tears
And with that gentle touch, He erased all my fears.
I looked once more about me and I could not believe.
once more, by the grave we stood and he had begun to bleed,
I quickly took his hands in mine as to wrap and dress his wounds,
He spoke my name, I looked up, and my soul began to bloom.
He placed a hand upon that stone and I watched in awe.
As the words changed into the most beautiful words I ever saw.
"Here lies a child of God who had lost her way.
But for the love of Jesus, her soul never strayed".
"She may have never seen the Angels sent to watch over her."
"But by His grace and forgiveness, her prayers he has heard".
Through the love now filling me, I saw not just the change upon the stone.
How could I have ever thought I had walked through life alone.
"Couplet Of Faith" contest
Placement: 3rd place
reposted 12/7/10
Who will unravel the tangled skein
These silken threads of thoughts?
Each strand possesses a special sheen
But is obscured by knots..
The day seems done before it starts
The night seems swathed in gloom..
For though facts fade, memories last
And clouds then hide the moon.
Who will unravel this tangled skein?
I turn to You dear God
A light to guide, a post to lean
You are the staff for all.
So hold my hands when they do flail
And steer my stumbling steps
And send the wind to swell my sails
And light when the Sun sets.
Steady these shaking fingers, numb
With cold; dispel the fears,
The loneliness when none will come
I know, to dry the tears.
When wanes the moon, recedes the tide
When ebbs the strength I've got
When all goes bleak, be by my side
Dear God, untie the knots.
Unravel then, this tangled skein
Untangle the threads of thoughts
When hopes are lost, teach me to dream
Bring to order the chaos.
When dark clouds hide the midday Sun
And the day in doubts' enmeshed
Rekindle snuffed aspirations
The morrow'll dawn afresh.
Suffuse me with strength so i can scale
The mounts that mark my way
So march on brave, not rant and rave
When it isn't 'my day'.
And tell me God, I needn't hide
For fear- You are with me
And won't forsake your errant child
Who now, ahead, can't see.
That you will show the correct way
Steer me clear of what is wrong
Teach me the words I ought to say
And sing with me my songs.
That you will bring the tunes i need
With music, words to sound
That you will be the flowing ink
when my pen cannot be found.
Father
I pray that your will be done
That all that you command comes true
I pray that your healing reaches out to all in need
I pray that others are cured and healed
I pray that others seek your understanding
I pray that others give themselves to you fully
I pray for the devoted followers who seek your kingdom first
I pray for clarity to those in confusion and myself
I pray for gratitude everywhere
I pray that you come first
I pray that our actions are representative of you
I pray that we let go of what is unnecessary
I pray that you are our sanctuary
I pray that you are a part of us all day long
I pray that love be in our words and thoughts
I pray that you take full priority
I pray for all grieving and mourning
I pray for recovery and revitalization
I pray for peace and understanding
I pray that your life speaks volumes
I pray that we remember every hour
I pray that we count our blessings
I pray that we realize we're lucky
I pray for forgiveness for all self imposed chaos/entropy
I pray for simplicity
I pray that we rise and look to the skies
And think of you and your majesty
I pray that we think of you early in the morning
I pray that you get our time
I pray that our words are holy
I pray that we gather to thank you
I pray that we worship you where we are
I pray that we remember special memories
And never forget the gifts you have given us
And continue to give, we receive so much from you
Thank you for your story, legacy, and history
We are truely blessed
Form:
How can you love us or be our friend
When we ruin all that we have been given?’
I waited what seemed a lifetime for an answer
I looked towards the heaven, hoping for a sign
Maybe the sound of his voice showing me the way
But nothing had seemed to happen
And nothing seemed to change.
So I tried to put myself in his shoes
And looked for the answer for myself
Perhaps this is what people do all over the world
Perhaps this is what some people do everyday.
I closed my eyes and sent a message quietly in prayer
Hoping to get the answer that I have been searching for.
But instead a million voices screamed out to me
Asking question after question, over and over again.
I fell to my knees and covered up my ears
But the voices didn’t stop
I tried to open my eyes to stop the screaming sounds
That were going in and out of my brain.
It was then I heard a voice above the rest
Speaking quietly and slowly through the noise
His voice was warm and gentle
And made me feel calm all over
I can’t remember everything he said
But only the last five words remained implanted in my brain.
I don’t know whose voice this was
But I had a good idea and the last words he said to me were
‘It’s not easy being me.’
Written by Robert Meader June 2008
Form:
Just when I think our love is forgotten
And others may criticize and say
You are doomed to hell and with you GOD will stray
I hold my head high and hold back my tears
I listen for your voice and abandon my fears
An old letter or memoir comes my way
Then suddenly you stop by to say
I still love you and I will never leave
Worry not of me and don’t grieve
And I rest not even thinking of the day
Out of no where a drawing and my words lay
Reminding me of our everlasting love
Your promises and peace as gentle as a dove
And even they may point and judge
I can be assured there is no reason to hold a grudge
I play your words again in my mind
How you promised to take me with you
And how true love is so hard to find
That no one can take from me
Our paradise and our right to be
Then I smile I laugh then I cry
Because I know you love me and won’t pass me by
If I hold on to your hand and your promises so sweet
And walk with my lashes, suffering, and aching feet
With crazy faith I wait for you
No matter what they say or may do
I hang on Lord because you hung on to me
Always in love dancing to your symphony
So when I feel all hope has gone away
You always stop by to say …
I love you this day…
Form:
All of my words are spent
It was words who rent…my soul
I have used them to bleed, need, plead
My case before those who judge, forcefully nudge, but never budge in the presence of
undying LOVE
No more…NO….MORE….
I will not take one more step, I will not move beyond
My humiliation
Is there no one to lift my head
A Prince, perhaps…
Stupid little girl, get a grip, take a tasty sip, maybe pooch your lip…
Faith, love, and hope
I have lifted my sword before
I have escaped darkness and know bondage no more
But live, to actually breathe in those three
Take hold of those powerful sources inside me
Requires great courage…of which…I have none
I thought I was a woman of light
A ray of hope piercing evil
I find myself lost in the mesh
Of all that is unbelievable
Wild, untouchable, undesirable
My heart is HIS
And I smile as I know what that means
I am not my own
And so, His blood has washed me clean
And I will know this sorrow NO MORE….
Written by Trudy Schrader 2010
Note: It is a hard lesson to learn...those who hold the power to love us to freedom also
has the power to destroy us. It's all in who you chose to give your power of choice to.