Long Savior Poems
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In my despair,
With all my burdens I could not bear.
A Savior did appear,
I heard Him whisper in my ear.
You are My child,
No longer will you be reviled.
With tears streaming down my face,
No longer will I be a disgrace.
With just a word,
I heard.
With just a touch I became,
More than a name,
I became a flame.
With a message of love,
Given from above.
God sent His son,
To give us victory that will not be undone.
And on that cross,
Which was meant for loss.
There was redemption,
From all our transgression.
With His Blood that was shed,
Out of captivity He led.
We are called to reign,
And forever with Him we will remain.
World is gypsy dot
Sickness present punishment
No healer is there
Medicines in naughty wombs
Savior on blessed secret pyres
Blind, deaf, dumb, lame gods
In empty buds of praying
Paths made of dead masks
Before the all gods deaths are
Legal sin's unholy child
For destined earth luck
Stories of lives bewildered
Termite fate world's blood
Water of pot the graveyard
Near of evening burning lamps
Naturally comes
Disasters of the tsunami
Now presaging
The unseen flood in world air
Bringing hell in hungriness
Now final signal
All in safe shelters to save
From mighty heinous
But food-less centers for lives
Painful more than epic deaths
Sun and moon
Preexistence of good lights
But covering by the earth
Preexistence of the dark
There's day, night
Lockdown Reign
By the govt to save all lives
But to implement the rules
Please perfectly ensure it-
'Door to door
Healthy foods and medicines
Delivery is precondition
Of Lockdown'
12.04.2020 (Chattogram City)
Form:
the crowd amassed ‘round —
HE gave orders to cast off
who would follow HIM?
“wherever YOU go,”
a scribe attempts to follow
HIM into the boat
regrettably quick —
for the SON OF MAN’s homeless
and now rocks the boat
overhearing, one
decides he must go bury
— he stalls the SAVIOR
the writer pauses
‘would she make excuses too?”
stops reading — ponders
“come, follow ME,” says
the ONE who walks on water,
steps into the boat
suddenly the sea
shakes violently, pouring forth
buckets of water
unstable footing
thunder and lightning spurs on
tired hands, wrinkled brows
in peace HE slept
awoken not by the storm
but by those afraid
PEACE but stilled the storm
afraid and amazed, they ask,
“what kind of man is this?”
2/4/2018
Is it too late?
The days have slipped by so fast,
missed the carols,
missed the tree lighting,
missed Santa's arrival,
missed most of the Christmas shows with (catch up in July);
and there it is
the grand awaited day,
hovering in the universe,
on the very edge of time,
holding out, ready to start again;
patient
but only for this moment,
waiting on rememberance
years and Christmas days passed,
to be recognized for all it is;
awaiting celebration
after all the gifts are exchanged,
after all the presents are unwrapped,
after the great feast is eaten,
after each of us succumbs to the festivities;
waiting just a little bit longer, loving, ever patient
to be celebrated as it was,
to be remembered for its simplicity,
to focus on a child's birth,
to be ready for the world to awaken
and end its wait
for a savior, redeemer of heart and soul
for a child born of innocence,
for love and hope
for the future.
Is it too late?
haven't missed, have I,
if it comes round again,
will it be waiting
still waiting
for me?
Merciful and loving Father,
Thank You for forgiving my faults and flaws
and fortifying me with the favor of Your friendship.
I fervently vow to You, my fidelity and loyalty.
I will be Your faithful servant forever,
for You are my fortress in times of great fear.
Sovereign Shepherd, You offered Your firstborn Son
as a sacrificial savior for the sins of mankind.
I will follow in His footsteps, forgiving others
as You so frequently save me from my failings.
My Divine Father, my Friend, my God,
I'm fond of feasting on the fine fruits
of the Holy words offered to Your fold...
the fealty of Your devout flock, and I face my future
with forbearance, as prophecies are being fulfilled.
September 1, 2020
Alliteration Regarding Relationship with God
Sponsored by: Beata Augustin
KINGDOMS OF POWER
man - with his little sphere of influence,
claims mighty power, in his smallish hands.
mini empires, like stars from the universe,
like microscopic atoms - they march on -
stomping, squeezing, squashing, squelching - mere men.
they think, it will shut them up, dismember time.
movies hail them with majestic symphony,
shuffling through narrow streets – clanging harsh.
~~
on quiet mule, (a little braying – perhaps),
a humble man, a meek child bride – travel.
heaven’s spotlight upon them - star of Bethlehem!
angels gaze, wisemen seek, shepherds shake,
as a virgin gives birth to a unique boy
one that, if he chose, could play with this earth.
this infant king is bigger than life itself,
“Adam’s breath” received from His own spirit.
while little men sleep, in castles of gold,
the sinless Savior lies in a manger.
~~
the puppeteer pulls the strings, supposing
he’s in control - chops wood, prepares nails -
draws blood, sweat and tears. on stage, all appears
lost. hope is buried. a huge stone is rolled,
blocking entrance to the holy of holies.
but wouldn’t you know, God can tear it in two!
innocent blood was spilled on this spoiled earth
claiming it back, redeeming us, and pow…
the power and majesty of the living God
shows up, shows off. Light raises the dawn.
~~
once again, He is quiet, biding His time
giving kingdoms a chance to change their minds.
to arrive at this conclusion – you must be saved -
lest you die, an eternal death! not wanting
anyone to perish, He holds back his sword.
if our tongues would do the same, and believe,
confess, instead of curse, just believe, and
be saved, because His majesty WILL BE praised.
Kim Rodrigues © 2016
Weed is worshipping insanity
expecting no calamity
weed is a
Woman
expecting
endless
diversity of love
but weed is God
but Weed is love
weed is a dove flying higher toward the cold sun
weed is a boy playing with a razor blade
weed is an opening showing blood
weed is building a house in a flood
weed is confusing sadness for happiness
weed is accepting sins as your God and savior
weed is inserting devil in ones behavior
but weed is God
Weed is approaching the moon at noon
weed is living yet you are gone
weed a substance that turns the brain into a rain
weed is
Why
Eve
Ended
Discernment
We
Even
Expect
Divine love
but weed is God
Weed is challenging God's creation
weed is a strength beyond the creator
But weed is not God
Weed is not love
weed is not life
weed is not a woman
weed is a road sign leading to hell that most drivers ignore
weed is human searching for his own grave when life would be worth living
In realms of despair, where darkness reigns,
He leads me beside still waters, where hope remains.
A path unwinds, where none seemed to exist,
He makes a way, where shadows resist.
Yah, the God of the impossible, He stands tall,
Cracking hard rocks, where waters may fall.
In lions' dens, where fear would grip and hold,
He closes jaws, and whispers, "You are mine, behold."
Walls of Jericho, once impenetrable and strong,
Crumble at His voice, where faith does belong.
In fish's belly, three days passed, yet I breathed,
A miracle unfolded, as God's plan was conceived.
From prison's chains to palace doors, I walked free,
A journey of favor, where destiny was set to be.
Floodwaters raged, for forty days and nights,
Yet in the ark, I found refuge, under God's protective lights.
Samson's strength, in locks of hair did lie,
But when they fell, his power did not die.
Blindness befell, but inner sight did gain,
One push, and triumph, over tyranny's stronghold did remain.
Chains fell off, doors swung wide, I walked out free,
A testament to God's deliverance, for all to see.
Favor from above, protection's shield so bright,
A divine escort, through life's darkest night.
Once lost in sin, with debt unpaid and due,
A Savior came, and paid the price anew.
From death's cold grasp, He raised me to life's stage,
A new beginning dawned, with hope and a new page.
Stoned and forsaken, left to meet my end,
A stranger's kindness, became my unexpected friend.
All riches lost, and health did fade away,
Yet in my weakness, God's strength found its way.
With just a word, my child was healed and whole,
My daughter raised, from death's dark, silent role.
From fishermen, to fishers of men, I was called,
A mission unfolded, with hearts to enthrall.
I am loved, chosen, forgiven, and set free,
A child of God, with a destiny to see.
In His presence, I find my strength and might,
A hope that's unshakable, a future shining bright.
subtitled: This Christian's World View
The Bible teaches we are an eternal soul that has a body.
God breathed His life into the first man, Adam.
While man's soul never dies, his spirit is born dead to godly thoughts.
We are born sinners - rebellious, unrighteous, separated from God.
Within our soul, our spirits choose to reject or accept God,
When we confess Christ, as Almighty God. we put our trust in
Jesus - the Way, the Truth, and the Life.
Consider the gospel, good news.
The death, burial and resurrection of Jesus Christ
grants us forgiveness for sin and offers grace
in our failure to follow God's righteous path for mankind.
When we profess Christ as our Savior, our dead spirit is resurrected.
God's Holy Spirit comes to live within our soul
teaching, disciplining us how He wants us to live.
The soul and spirit exist within our body
a physical body, visible but very mortal.
Our body will likely die (unless Jesus returns first).
But remember, souls are eternal; they never die.
Consider this question
When the body dies, what happens
to that eternal soul that has no connection
with God, the soul that has a dead spirit?
Where does the unbeliever's soul go
when the body with a dead spirit dies?
no time to take the scenic route we're always moving apace
no time to stop and smell the roses nor see the wonders of this place
we're too stubborn to go out of our way
always in a hurry every minute of every day
people are very reluctant to come out of their comfort zones
for of their careful plans they don't want a monkey wrench thrown
but God sometimes desires that of our comfort zones we break out
for there may be a blessing waiting if we take an alternate route
Zaccheus, the main tax collector was a man with great wealth
who went out of his way to restore his spiritual health
he was a man of little stature and for him people had distain
as he was tall with power and status from the wealth he had obtained
but Jesus the Christ, the Son of Man looked beyond Zaccheus' possessions
He saw inside Zaccheus' heart and discerned the reasons for his transgressions
Zaccheus was so eager to see God's progeny
he ran ahead and climbed up into a sycamore tree
Zaccheus was a lost soul who had a desire to be found
willing to repent and atone in order to stand on higher ground
willing to refund and rebate to any and all from whom he had stole
willing to reciprocate God's generosity at a measure four-fold
now completely transformed he became a new creation in Christ
no longer lost but to have found a new purpose in life
so be like Jesus and Zaccheus and go out of your way
to help, assist and lift up anyone who's in crisis from day to day
as Christians we need to step out of the boat and our comfort zones
and be a part of the Great Commission by helping God recognize lost souls
but for the grace of God that might be me or you
for it was by God's saving grace that you yourself were pulled through
so take a little step towards Jesus and embrace Him as your Savior
He in turn will take a giant step and fill you with godly behavior
so go out of your way and be a help to your fellow man
spread the wealth, love and abide and like Jesus stretch out your hands