Long Pastoral Poems
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Is it real or are you faking
it? ;
Can you testify truly
without a hit?
That it is as strong as it
seems? ;
Even in the absence of
every being;
You are poised to create a
scene;
That goes against all sins;
I could call you the mustard
seed;
But, is it worth it? ;
It is one thing to be known
for something;
And another to be firm in
acting;
The story begins with the
action;
The test;
The great test that you
can’t detest;
Your arms are tied;
Sitted in that waiting room;
And like a criminal that is
tried;
You shiver like its all going
to end in doom;
No! She must live…;
That’s what goes through
your mind;
And even a quick magic
right
now, you won’t dare to
mind;
I thought you had it in you;
I thought it was for real;
Even after all the binding;
And through all the casting;
Your mind is still in a doubt
situation;
And you run helter skelter
in search of a faster
solution;
From Church to Church;
From Temple to Temple;
And alas! From shrine to
shrine;
How then can the light
shine?
As it has finally been lost
for a
cheap fine;
The word says it’s the
evidence of
things not seen;
The assurance of things
hoped for;
A supernatural gift given to
you;
And yet your distance from
it grew;
Like both sides of a forever
widening canyon;
You once testified;
That he was crucified;
Not for nothing sake;
But for our whole spiritual
make;
A good reason for our
belief in him;
And our total submission;
Have you forgotten or are
you blinded? ;
Blinded by impatience and
greed;
And now;
The big question;
Where lays your faith?
Is he not the same as he
was in the past?
The healer, the provider, the
protector;
The I am that I am;
Where lays your faith?
An encouraging answer
would
spark up a good fate;
After all the roaming for
quick solution;
You still come back to your
place
of true solution;
Inevitable!
That’s the word;
He raised Lazarus from the
dead;
He said a word and the evil
spirits
fled;
Does that ring a bell?
I guess it does now;
And it’s clear that you once
lost
the faith;
And luckily it’s not too late;
Use the kneeler;
Make that prayer;
Have the belief;
Feel the relief;
And Alleluia
The problem is all gone;
The story of faith;
Preaching to your state;
Good or bad;
Hope it is real;
Hope it’s not fake;
Your faith;
The Lord has time
He is timed
Down to the last
And this is your first
And only
Last time
Down to the minute
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He has travel to
In stretches
To the last mile
If not for a second
Not even for a minute
Your Salvation is on trial
He controls' the Light
The breath and fresh air
A moment' that we should share
With all
Fore it is His Will
He Wills' it with all
His might
We should suffer and share
And suffer the morning
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At first crack it will be morning
Then here comes' night
Life loom's minimal
So, let us not give up
The fight
That is your right
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O'h, so still, so deep
Yet, and still ocean
-It be-
Fore life offer's more
There is more in store
That is indeed some-thing
That you not want to ignore
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From the path
To the darkness
And back to the Light again
Time has a menu
It also has an end
It goes' even faster
If you would just let Him in
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Yet, and still
The ocean has motion
So, spend your time with GOD
Get an promotion
Show Him your card
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Don't be daunted by the path
---- Of way-ward emotion
Their are some many thing's
That are not just silly notions'
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From the highest mountain
At it's high-test peek
You have got to be careful
Be thankful, be meek
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For it is his guide Nance that
For which you seek
Their is so little time
Time has reached it's peak
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Time to beseech Heaven
From way up in the Sky
-And-
Way far from beneath
As it ream's of Heaven
That is naturally a true belief
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Time just keep on passing by
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Tic-Toc, Tic Toc
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And justly so....
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Even as we do speak
It's passing you know
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And time seem to just seem
To pass on by
Just wait till tomorrow
-And-
And give it another try
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Life has even new
Implication's
Just try playing hide and seek
Time goes now where
Your task will be complete
------
Just wait till tomorrow
And watch
Just how fast time fly
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Jesus Christ
Is standing by
Fore it was waged upon
The Cross
In-order that Ye,
Shall never die
No matter what the time
No matter what the cost
GF
In the hush before the turning of the stars,
when the world holds its breath
and time trembles at the edge of eternity,
a whisper moves across the heavens—
soft as the wingbeat of an unseen angel,
yet strong enough to wake ancient prophecies
from their long, slumbering silence.
Night gathers like a velvet cloak
around the forgotten hills of Judea,
and in the deep blue stillness
a single vibration swells—
a note of purest light
sung by the mouth of God
before creation ever learned its first word.
O mystery of mysteries:
that Eternal Glory bends low
to kiss the dust of earth,
that the Infinite chooses a cradle
woven from straw and human longing,
that the Almighty whispers His first cry
in the fragile breath of an infant.
Stars lean closer, trembling
as though they too desire
to kneel before this fragile radiance.
The moon, pale with wonder,
draws a silver halo around the manger,
and the wind pauses,
fearing it might startle the newborn Light.
The shepherds, rough-handed and weary,
feel a sudden shiver of eternity
run along the edges of their souls.
They turn toward a brilliance
that does not belong to this world—
and yet, impossibly, lies within it.
Angels spill across the sky
like rivers of molten dawn,
their voices a tapestry of fire,
their song woven with threads
of holiness and ancient joy:
“Gloria, Gloria,
for Heaven has touched the earth tonight.”
In that small stable,
beneath the murmuring breath of animals,
a Child rests—
the One whose hands
will one day shape galaxies,
whose feet will walk upon stormy waters,
whose silence will speak deeper truths
than all the thunder in the skies.
Mary gazes at Him,
And the Child—
O holy Child—
wrapped in the simplicity of cloth and starlight,
breathes warmth into a world
frozen by fear and longing.
On this night,
the veil between worlds grows thin,
and heaven spills its secrets
into hearts willing to listen.
O Christ,
born in the midnight of the spirit,
enter again the quiet chambers of our souls.
Stir the sleeping embers of our hope,
renew the hidden altars of our love.
And we, trembling with awe,
join the hymn that stretches
from Bethlehem to the ends of eternity:
“Glory to the Light Uncreated,
Glory to Love made flesh,
Glory to the Child who reshapes the world
with the softness of His breath.”
The big, bad wolf wears a suit of gray with a snide smile.
Standing upright, he believes himself to be debonaire
as he takes his comb from his breast pocket and slicks back his hair.
Why does he flash his pearly white fangs
and file his claws 'til they're razor sharp?
He smells the fear of docile creatures; he taunts the weak,
stalking his prey while vultures circle overhead in waiting.
The face of evil in a fairy tale with girls wearing red cloaks
and shepherd boys watching their flocks on hillsides.
Flames like daggers from his yellow eyes pierce the pastoral images.
Clear skies become dark by his phantom-like shadows.
He walks tall in black boots of Italian leather
towering higher than treetops in their eyes
beyond the echoes of his menacing laughter.
The woodland creatures cower in their hiding places,
yet hope for a glimpse of the beautiful princess
in her dazzling horse-drawn carriage crossing the forest.
Through the darkness, the ancient land shines like an emerald
with fragrant flowers in bloom; the petals strewn her path
in a storybook from a child's shelf between rainbow bookends.
Surely, heavenly showers shall rain down on the land
and good shall overcome evil with rainbows coloring the pages
as an enchanted princess in a shimmering gown rights all wrongs,
though her strength is not immediately evident.
Melodious birds fly on the outskirts of the tale,
orbiting the forest without fear, searching for the light.
The princess, oblivious to danger, dances amongst the trees
calling the shy creatures from their hiding places.
She ignores the wolf's hideous laughter in a dream-state.
Looking for her prince, she kisses a frog to no avail
then spies three little pigs with curly tails and fearful eyes.
They know the wolf too well. His gray suit coats the dreams
of their happily ever afters. Our heroine, the princess, wipes their tears,
rolls up her sleeves, and builds a brick fortress.
She bravely changes history to her story not giving in to fear.
Fear only fuels her adrenalin rush 'til the job is done.
The wolf huffs and puffs, bites and claws unable to infiltrate.
He eventually sulks off on all fours with his tail between his legs
and is never heard from again. At least, not in this storyland.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Fairy Tails contest (Debbie Guzzi)
*the wolf is personified
Today is true as any other, that Christ's sacrifice is the only truth that proclaims victoriously,
the deliverance of eternal death, my only means of salvation, for him willingly embracing
God's wrath, and receiving the punishment of my sins, as a warrior he faced death.
Asking forgiveness for the ones, who greedily tortured and mortally wounded,but in all this
he had control, His life was freely given.
An insurmountable sacrifice, the KING of KING'S has risen! and into me he so humbly
brought, the embrace of his perfect love and attention, even though my self-induced lusts
after sin. have removed me so far from God's perfect will, leaving me completely depraved,
bruised, and hopelessly broken.
Please God forgive this blatant sinner, the wounds i've endured i'm so ashamed, have all
been self-inflicted.
Please God wash me new, in the blood of your son Christ Jesus, placing me as a new
creation in the body of Christ, when truly i've earned God's judgement and wrath.
Praise and glory always be to the one, he conquered death and gave me a new life, he freed
me from myself, and from eternal damnation, he offers the gift of deliverance, how can i be
so ungrateful as to continue in my sin?
And yet you pour out your perfect love, grace and mercy, and discipline me when i need it,
and i am so eternally grateful, because without you life is darkness into which i wish i was
never created, but all things through you there is victory, so glory and power, and praise be
to you, you've delivered delivered me from death.
You picked me up and brushed me off, and told me "it would be o.k., but if i followed you i
would endure hate and persecution, for proclaiming your salvation.
But hey if God's got your back, your a Warrior of Victory, His light destroys all fear, there is
nothing that man can do to rip God's love away", your KINGDOM come, your WILL be done,
on EARTH as it is in HEAVEN.
Make me your disciple, because removed from you i am openly wicked, self absorbed, drug
induced, a pitiful abomination.
All power praise and eternal glory, i am forever grateful, though i constantly stumble, may i
humbly repent in the name of your only begotten son, CHRIST JESUS.
Your indescribable gift to spend eternity with you, under your perfect rule, praise be to God
for your free gift of salvation.
One dark and cloudy day, [on a Sunday] in a ruggy old church that sit on a hill,
member's and quest, gather's in together and all takes their seats. The loud noise
of thunder (outside) startle's everyone inside and many were murmering quite worr-
isome, but as situation's be as they be, inside, the atmosphere was anxious and frill,
in this church that sit's (?) on a hill!!.. So with all of the worshipper's back inside, its
10:45 in the morning, I began to wonder, "is there someplace else I should be", "the
devil", had my thoughts on undefile things, but the sereal sound of the sister's and
brother's-praying and the choir singing, quickly the voice of an angel{whispers in my
ear} take a seat you're here by divine choice not of your own, but it's my Master--
Will. "This-this church that sit's on a hill". They were singing. "Hail-le-lu-ah(Lord) hail-
le-lu, there's mercy in the atmosphere-hail-le-lu-aaaah. "He is the screamer". God's
powerfull and mighty-he's able to send blessing beyond the stratousphere-hail-le-lu-u-
aaaahh. "He blesses the screamer". "My Redeemer". Now the pastor enter the (sanct-
uary) from another door I did not see, step's up-everone claps their in acknowledge-
ment & repect, not unto him(he's just a vessel) but to whom thundering voice become
louder (outside) the light's flicker off and on, he comforts everyone to sit down and be-
gan to tell-us-that on his way here this morning, he seen one of the members who was
just baptish about a month ago. On the corner looking sad and so frill, come back home
my sister (he tells her to get into the car) God got something better for ya, (in this church
that sit's on a hill). "My Redeemer, My Redeemer", he instruck's everyone to touch 3 peo-
ples and say. My Redeemer, my redeemer, he knows that whatever is troubeling you-go
ahead and be a screamer-for he is our Redeemer. Again everyone clap's and I myself be-
gan to enjoy the serenity of friends and backslidder's crying just like me. Pastor - SHOUT's
OUT-over the storm that's approaching outside, let the outside amendetie's reassure you
of the element that's on the inside. {God} He's the author and the finisher of all the ele-
ments in the mindset of the silent one's & the scream'mer's. Pastor, "whom do you speak
of (?)... He's known as the Redeemer".
Our Father in Heaven I praise your Holy name.
I humble myself to you as a sinner filled with shame.
Once I prayed a prayer and asked Jesus in my heart,
I've been away so long I fear your spirit will depart.
Religion is something I couldn't understand.
When I've seen so much hypocrisy in the Holiest of man.
Who teach traditions and boundaries on how to worship and praise.
And condemn anyone else who believe in different ways.
I've searched in religions and many different churches.
They taught in their ways for me to continue my searches.
Which religion was right and how do you get to heaven?
Their ways were all different in what you should believe in.
I've seen them all do wrong and still they say they're blessed.
What am I doing wrong I started to wonder and guess.
So in that confusion I carried on my search.
Looking in religions and not in your Word.
I asked you to change me and help me in a prayer.
Not knowing how I just figured you didn't care.
And that my prayers and cries you no longer heard.
So I turned to a bottle instead of your Word.
You sent me a wake up I tried not to ignore.
And I promised you I wouldn't drink no more.
The desire was still there I didn't understand.
I searched for the help from the wisdom of a man.
Some said it was wrong and some said it's alright.
So when temptation would arise I chose not to fight.
When life threw me hurdles in the bottle I did hide.
I just didn't care whether I lived or died.
I just forgot your ways and where I should look.
The answers were right there in that Holy Book.
Thinking I was wise I became such a fool,
With bitterness and hatred and as stuborn as a mule.
With ignoring all the consicuences I lived life my way,
And now I fear I have lead many others astray.
In a prison Lord is where I saw the truth.
You were in my heart but my heart was not in you.
Forgive and forget this wretched man I've become.
Forgive and forget all the wrong that I have done.
So much you have taught me so much I have learned.
The knowledge that my heart has always longed and yearned.
You are found there in your word and religion is only part.
But your Spirit dwells within us living within our heart.
My hope and my prayer is for me that it's not too late.
I'll live my life for you 'till I sleep beneath the clay.
My God, my God, why have You forsaken me??
Why are You so far from delivering me,?
and from my roaring words of distress?
O my God, I cry in the daytime,
but You do not answer;?
and at night, but I have no rest.
But You are holy,?
O You who inhabits the praises of Your people.
Our fathers trusted in You;?
they trusted, and You did deliver them.
They cried to You and were delivered;?
they trusted in You and were not put to shame.
But I am a worm, and not a man;?
a reproach of men and despised by the world.
All who see me laugh me to scorn;?
they sneer with the lip, they shake the head, saying,
“Trust in the LORD,?
let Him deliver him;?let Him rescue him,?
seeing He delights in him.”
For dogs have encompassed me;?
the assembly of the wicked has enclosed me;?
like a lion they pin my hands and my feet;
I can count all my bones;?
they look and stare on me.
They part my garments among them?
and cast lots for my clothes.
But do not be far from me, O LORD;?
O my Help, hasten to my aid.
Rescue my soul from the sword,?
my only life from the power of the dog.
Save me from the lion’s mouth,?
and from the horns of the wild ox, answer me!
From You my praise will be in the great congregation;?
I will pay my vows before those who fear Him.
The meek will eat and be satisfied;?
those who seek Him will praise the LORD.?
May your hearts live forever.
All the ends of the world?
will remember and turn to the LORD,?
and all the families of the nations?
will worship before You.
For kingship belongs to the LORD,?
and He rules among the nations.
All the prosperous ones of the earth will eat and worship;?
all who go down to the dust will bow before Him,?
even he who cannot keep his own soul alive.
Posterity will serve Him;?
it will be told to generations about the LORD;
they will come and declare His righteousness?
to a people yet to be born,?
that He has acted.
“My word (said the LORD), which comes from My mouth,
is like the rain and snow.
It will not come back to Me without results.
It will accomplish whatever I want and achieve whatever
I send it to do.”
“I call those things that be not as though they were.”
Your Pain will be temporary but eternal glory awaits
You will rise to the top through heavens pearly white gates
You will tell the whole world how low for you life became
And just like a phoenix how you rose from the flame
you have been chosen to lead one of god’s special tribes
so trust in whats happening and in the words that you scribe
your tribulations and trials you bravely took on yourself
so when your army descended they’d always have a good health
you’ll feel every emotion from fear love hate and elation
these are your most precious gifts for you to share with the nation
I will bless your loving family with a strength from up high
To hear truth in your voices and see trust in your eyes
A special blessing i’ll bestow upon each one of you
So precious and powerful trusted in just a few
My dear brother Andrew live your life to this rule
A foolish man rides a stallion but the learned a mule
So tell me how much worse it gets so I can be prepared
My worry is i’ll go to far and that’s what makes me scared
Difficulty seeing who’s a friend or a foe
Letting intrigue beat sense which hardly leads to a no
I feel crowded in an empty room and deafened by no sound
My brain is playing hide and seek but logic can’t be found
Im tired each and every day from building my defence
To shield the world from what I feel
inside that’s so intense
Stop and listen to my voice that I shall send to thee
If then I feel your true desire my presence you will see
A promise made upon thy name and never will be broken
The time when peace resides within your ears will hear what’s spoken
You plan your life around a clock that only has one hand
use guess work in the times in life to run or when to stand
As efforts are misplaced and focused in the wrong direction
Your children are in desperate need of there dads protection
This will last for a moment but a vital part of your lifes plan
So cast your eyes far and wide and take in all that you can
Your mind shall repair and your strength be restored
Your words shall be heard as if a lion has roared
Forgiveness be given and never spoke of again
Your joy will be felt 10 fold more than your pain
So trust in all of what prompts in your heart
That is the journey towards a fresh start
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Some-time's We live our life
We strive to proceed
Within-in the Body of Christ
But, When it's time to
Say our AMEN
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Here come's the Devil
He pretends to be your friend
Now, He may be a brother
A sister or what have you
Just the same He is there
To comfort you,
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But, the first time that
You turn your back,
Here He is,
With the sneak attack....
The pleasure is all His
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Shall, I spend all my time
Suspended in Prayer
With the Devil,
Awaiting me at His layer
Fore,
He can never go there
Fore truth is in Prayer
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Oh', Shall I spend my time
Fighting the Devil,
He can reel you in,
And that next time We
See you, it would be at
The End of a shovel...
With dirt in your face
With the ground soon
To be leveled....
Eternity erased...
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In less than an hour
Their will be may-be
A rain shower...
Or People with flower's
Fore this is the Devil's
Finest Hour...
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Six Feet Under
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So, Yes, I rebuke Him
Any-time that He comes'
Near the Light.....
For the Lord to intercede
And kiss the Devil good night
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So, when the Devil come's
Dressed as a friend....
He trend's to deceive You
And act like a friend
But, don't let Him in
Fore He is just pretend
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He has been Deviling for years'
Invoked all kind of fear's
But, left to the imaginations'
He is just a cheap thrill
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One fraught with tears'
And Fears
Of the promise's that were
Bestowed upon Thee,
The truth that was Yours'
Meant to last for the all of
Eternity....
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Those thing's bestowed by God
In the bid to set us Free
That was Our inherit Nance
At no cost to you and me
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By God, Him-self....
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At the inception of creation
By the bind's of Eternity....
GF
**********Notes*********
When walking in the ways' of Christ, people will come into your life.
Some-times' they are long trusted friends. But, If they do things'
that are not on the level....Chances' are that they are doing the
work of the Devil....Take them to Heart, intercede them to the Light
When all is done...Thus, goes' the fight. Fore Jesus Christ, with all
His might....has again assured Us that He is the Light! GF