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dramatic verse with anaphora
Christ, we confess You as Savior and Lord;
The Lamb’s Book of Life, our name written down.
Your love, grace and mercy is our reward.
At the judgment seat, we’ll offer our crown.
Lamb slain from the foundation of the world.
Christ, we commend You to foe and to friend;
strangers hear of our deepest convictions.
Behold the Lamb, transgressions to amend,
who forgives all our sinful addictions.
Lamb slain from the foundation of the world.
Christ, we concede to your authority
which You refused when You came down to earth.
Bound to salvation - your priority,
You, Holy Lamb, bore a pauper’s low birth.
Lamb slain from the foundation of the world.
Christ, we celebrate your life and your death,
The Passover Lamb, our highest treasure.
Without your example, your living breath,
this earthly existence has no pleasure.
Lamb slain from the foundation of the world.
Christ, we crown You – reigning, King.
We aspire for a place in your kingdom.
Worthy are You, Lamb, your meekness we sing;
we give all to partake of your wisdom.
Lamb slain from the foundation of the world.
Oh god, just look at him.
look at him, marvel in his purity,
gaze upon perfection, glossy-eyed, curly-haired perfection.
This boy isn't from around here,
he's sweet and kind, soft and cheery: like joy personified
His skin is glass, his eyes bright, his hair lit up by his blessing
This is the face of a seraphim, a beautiful creature of purity,
like a dream but a miracle, he is supernatural,
his back: adorned with feathers and gold
his hair: soft and glittery
he is beautiful, he is pure, he is perfection
He stands, oblivious to the world,
naivety, peaceful,perfection,
he sits, regal and royal yet he is humble,
he sees no one as inferior but himself,
he loves all, forgives all and lights up the world
Oh god, just look at him.
look at him, marvel in his beauty,
gaze upon the prince of heaven, the sweet,sensitive angel,
an etherial being we have been blessed with,
and he's mine. Mine to hold. Mine to kiss. Mine to love, to spoil, to keep.
The sun is nothing, compared to the light in his eyes,
the melodicity of his voice, the true joy in his laugh.
People tell me that Demons belong in hell, not with Angels:
I'll gladly go to hell, knowing that i have held heaven,
in my own hands...
Oh, Yah, shield my heart with Your divine might
Grant me a heart like Yours, where love shines bright
A heart that's not hardened, but tender and true
A heart that loves without bounds, and forgives anew
A heart that cares for others, and gives with an open hand
A heart that's selfless, and understands the plight of the land
I yearn to love my enemies, and pray for those who despise
To extend compassion to those who hate, and bring them to Your loving eyes
I aspire to be a voice for the voiceless, a refuge for the weak
To stand for justice, and to speak for those who cannot seek
I want to embody kindness, and represent You well
A clean heart, where love resides, and Your spirit dwells
Protect my heart, dear Yah, from the world's decay
Keep it pure, and full of love, come what may
Help me to be a beacon, of hope and light
A good person, who makes others happy, and feels their delight
May my heart be a sanctuary, where love and kindness thrive
A place where Your presence dwells, and Your spirit survives
I want to be a blessing, to those around me
A reflection of Your love, in all that I see
Oh, Yah, protect my heart, and keep it pure and true
Filled with love, and compassion, for me and for You.
The result of whips and chains,
I need to do some sort of catharsis, to flush away the terrors that push me to terrorise.
Insomnia and schizophrenia got me needing paraphernalia to really zoom in on my demons and find a hammer to squash them one by one.
Educated by the streets, trained to pilfer and make a profit out of bullets and a pockets knife. The home l know is pirison, in and out like a quick heist.
What's so wrong, feels so right for the oy right l exercise is the fact that l deserve to be heard and the projects that made me barely sends a shout out!
This place is a gateway to a coffin.
I pray the Lord forgives me for all my sins, l am certian he sees how hard we try to escape the reality of being Black and poor, we do not choose to be thugs... No!
Slavery is to blame for all of this.....
Little yellow flowers
on dark green stems – hesitant
blessings, flowing down from Him
the Maker of all creation
the Maker of light and grace
the Maker, my precious Savior
the Reason I believe in His gift,
a cross, a love that forgives – every sin,
all the worst I’ve been…
dandelion wishes, just weeds
yet they’re precious blessings
to all who truly believe – in His garden
there are flowers, whisperings
melting the shadows and remembering
despite the worst that has been
He is the Savior of all who have sinned
and, with Him, in His garden, I’m grateful
for the hope, the faith, the love
that is poured out from God above,
signing this day in a promise of light
who restores all the wrong
makes the heart right….
Little yellow flowers, dandelions
blown across the meadows,
falling messily, so the world can see
there is no reason to grieve –
even the dandelions can see,
He is the wonder in every tree
He is the music in every song
He is the light that lasts all life long
breath in His love and fly like a dove
quiet as a prayer, and just as rare –
in His garden, where love lingers,
always clinging, like dew, to the heavenly hue –
not just a weed, but a part of the truth
Love is everlasting, in the light – reflecting
the One who heals each soul,
the One who makes hearts whole…
never forget the glory that assures us
even the weeds are nurtured by God’s grace.
Even the weeds see the wonder of His way
a way past the doubt, a way through the clouds
a way for life to be – everything He meant it to be,
a life with a purpose, a life of unending peace.
Praise God for all He is to me
Praise God for who He is – the greatest hope
the stirring of light, the wonder in wonderful,
the reason I survive –
all the shadows, all the doubts
all the moments when I’m unsure what life is about
the times when weeds take over my heart
and I feel like I’m being blown to and fro,
without a prayer, but He is still there
offering me the assurance that He my reason
offering me the joy that comes from knowing
He is my life and He is my future
He is my God and that is the purest beauty.
Son of God. Son of Man.
Here on earth, He took a stand.
And walked among mortal souls
Shared His ways and stories told
Wisdom, counsel, common sense
In parables His Word He sent
The sower and the seed
Some grew, some went to weeds.
The beloved son who went astray
But was welcomed back another day.
Faith as small as a tiny kernel
Can move a mountain vast and eternal.
Not all neighbors look like you
Twas the Samaritan that was true.
A pearl, a prize worth all and more
Such is the gift of Heaven’s door.
Ninety-nine are safe and sound
But he searches till the one is found.
A tree well-tended refused to fruit
Is torn from the soil stem and root.
Her coin was lost and hard to find
Yet something treasured won’t be left behind.
The King forgives the servant’s debt
Grace not passed on brings judgment back.
Some worked an hour, some worked all day
Yet the owner gave each an equal pay.
One built on rock, the other on sand
A solid foundation allows one to stand.
Some brought oil, some did not
Be ready when the bride is sought.
I write to Him,
With a quiet pen…
Dear God, please hear my heart
the rhythmic beating,
however fleeting….
Hear the thump, thump, thump
praying for You to listen to the pulse,
the yearning for Your love…
I write to Him,
With a silence, still…
Washed in the feelings, the need
wondering why He chose to bleed
but my heart – it can read….
The beauty of a love that ever lives
Love so free and filled with gentleness,
Love that gives and gives and gives….
I write to Him,
With a hope, a note…
Brave and believing because He’s HIM,
the One who sees beyond my sin,
the One who forgives all I’ve been…
The light who stirs me to listen and believe,
where He is, that is where I want to be,
what He gives - is love that sets hearts free…
Free to simply breath
Free to pray, sincere
sure that, even the air…
knows the love that is beyond compare
His love is more than rare
It silences ever fear – wipes away every tear
Assures me that He’s there,
forever and always to share…
His grace, forgiving – answering my prayers
All those hope notes, written by a heart
who knows that Jesus came to the world –
for those of us who see…
love is all I need – love is all I believe
He is the love that colors my life in faith
Reminds me that He’s worthy of all my praise
Reassures me when I can’t find my way
Sends me comfort that will last through every storm
Leaves me with the promise of a heavenly home.
While my heart may understand
gentle love, our God has planned
While my soul may never presume
His light seeps from my prayer room
While my spirit guides me past the pain
assuring me that I have everything to gain
there is a music, a rhythm, a light
reflecting the wonders of love so right
there is a beautiful, edged in hope
clinging to my thoughts so I can cope
there is a gentling, a joy, a stillness
abiding in my soul, curing every illness
While my heart may be dissatisfied
I cling to the Holy Spirit living inside
While my soul aches as it stumbles along
I’m led by the One who rights all that’s wrong
While my spirit sometimes feels lost
I’m grateful for the One who paid its cost
with Him beside me, enlightening me
I have every reason to bow to my knee
with Him reminding me of precious grace
there is a promise that I’ll soon see His face
with Him silencing all the shame I feel
I have one purpose, so I’ll humbly kneel
While my heart was made right by His love
there is the story sent down from God above
While my soul may be tempted by deadly sin
there is a promise that I’ll have peace within
While my spirit once feared all the dark places
there is assurance that He is where grace is
without a doubt, there is love that never dies
He once died, but in three days, He did arise
without Him, I’d be sure to fall on my face
He is the reason that I know this endless grace
without giving into the darkness that surrounds
He taught me that love could speak without a sound
While my heart pleads for a way to explain
there’s no description of the cross, so inhumane
While my soul seeks to know Him in all His ways
silent prayers plead and I’ll seek Him all my days
While my spirit values the touch of His gentle hand
there’s no doubting, and even when I don’t understand…
I know the way – it is the way of faith so sweet
I know the truth – it is this hope in every heartbeat
I know the life – it is in the love which will complete
I know the ONE, who heals and forgives my worst
I know He spreads His light, quenching every thirst
I know He is my Savior and I will put Him first
I know, without a doubt, that He forgave me
I know, because of Him, I can finally see
I know, when all else fails, His love is the key!
With his Divine love God made us
True and eternal Divine love is
Heavenly love unites all the people
It brings all us together
It helps us love the environment
That is the power of Heavenly love
Empowering command has Divine love
Through gathering the people
To carefully listen to one another
Regardless who, what and where they are
To willingly decide as a team
And happily discuss joys and woes
Healing power Divine love bears
That never hurts the soul
For it forgives our trespassers
Sees an enemy a potential comrade
Makes us hate the offence
But still love the predator
True and everlasting is Divine love
For evil related wrongs
It bans but values all of us similarly
It triggers us to protect the ecosystem
For God created all of us
With Divine love
Poem by Mugisho N. Theophile
each morn' I surrender my sins ...
to God ... my heavenly father
I pray for help to let go
of all my fragmented past regrets
and failures
and help to live in his light
~ and when my days end in this earthly realm
I shall shed this human form and my soul will float above
like a sparkling light I will enter the gate ~
he knows I am not perfect
but, he loves me just the same and forgives all
for he holds my hand when I am afraid
and carries me when I am broken
he listens
my soul will be light as a feather
and I will spread my angel wings like a bird
there will be nothing but peace and tranquility for my soul ~
for God has considered my cries and tears
watched my good deeds done
seen my compassion for others
witnessed my kindness and seen my good
and whispered ... bless you my child
so, in my last breath I leave all pain behind
and know only serenity ... I will open my souls gate
to dwell everlasting with God in heaven
~ I will be a light shining in his high tower
ever to be part of his heavenly realm ~
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February 02, 2023
Poetry/FreeVerse/How Does The Soul Enter Heaven
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1522-867-02
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, How Does The Soul Enter Heaven ?
sponsor, Mystic Rose Rose, Judged 02/04/2023
Third Place