Long Savior Poems
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Jesus is calling come my people come for the Kingdom of God is at hand.
Arise out of your spiritual graves, look into me and make a stand.
There was a Super-natural move of God. When He parted the Red Sea giving Moses the self- assurance of power to stretch forth his rod.
These signs will be accompanied by those who have the faith to believe.
Somethings are only caught than taught then you can abundantly receive.
Miracles just don’t happen you have to expect. Be open, and flexible, don’t limit Him using your own intellect.
Run fast into the Presence of your Lord and Savior, trust in the Heavenly Father embrace the one you love.
Through the Holy Spirit He will have the readiness to supply provision that only comes from above.
We are like Paul prisoners of Jesus Christ. The "Perfect Sacrifice" has complete ownership there was an ultimate price.
First you must get ahold of the Kings of Kings and Lord of Lords, and love Him with a perfect heart and all you might.
The "Blessed One" will anoint your eyes with eye-salve that you may me. Laying before Him seeking His face stretched out that is the Supreme key.
Attention: An urgent call for action has gone out. There is a wide – ranging noise in the Spirit, the grounds are beginning to tremble, and shake, the heavens are getting excited, a greater pulling away to get alone with the Lord.
Groundwork, preparation, foundational truths, a greater dying out of the flesh
It's all for the God's Glory. This train is about to pull off "All Aboard."
Get ready for the signs and wonders and miracles. This loud noise is the
Holy Spirit it’s
Sounds - (((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((
OF
“Rival"
Behold this is a dawning of a new day. Surrender your all to the Lord allow Him to have His way.
A very important yet dynamic shift is about to occur great multitudes will be affected it’s about to take place.
Don't get ahead Him allow the Holy Spirit to secure your pace.
Set down your pride, all your rights, pre-concede thoughts humble self-put it all at the feet of Jesus and bow.
This super-natural move of God you do not want to miss so come.
"The Time is Now"
"The Time is Now"
And so it begins
I gladly give up the controls to my LORD and Savior.
Who better to do the driving than the one who created the world?
Who better to trust than the one who can raise the dead.
Our illusion of control can ease our minds until life throws us a curve and it always does.
The appearance of control is an illusions
any sense of control is an illusions
Remember the devil disguised himself as an angel of light.
He specializes in illusions, making us believes we can live our lives anyway we choose.
And we fall for it every time, just look at Eve in the Garden of Eden,
she fell for the devils trick and Adam with her,
the result kicked out of Paradise, and so it begins
We want complete control over our lives, and our destiny.
And anyone offering us a glimpse into that has our full attention, who’s got time for God and his way of life, not us.
We believe in what we want to believe.
We choose to believe in a lie rather than the truth.
no one lives like Jesus anyway, life is too short to let someone else do the driving.
take back the controls, for our lives, and our destiny. We become master of our own lives,
and so it begins
the beginning or the ending,,,
Your arms gripping the iron walls
This chamber consumes your neurons
Feeding on your eye's wells of salt and iron
Your name has been painted in platelets
The serpent whispers of leaders grow dark
A young man with a heart of darkening dusk
Spared from a squad of his peers with rifles
Yet his heart still played a diminuendo
Skies painted redder than roses and regalness
Neck gripping to its faith in structure
They say he sold his life to El Diablo
Over nights of rendezvous with rebellion
But you grip the pen which jots your path
Oceans of stench won't confirm your hypoxia
For you are the nominee of Father Democracy
Holding the sword of our voices sky high
One last feast for your closest comrades
Lovers and mothers and brothers alike
They wonder if the sunrise will grow dark
With each crackle of your vertebrae
Gunpowder and dust, fumes of chlorine
They made sure you were dead, modern Rasputin
Not a savior or saint to those in the capital
But a teen with demands above these shaky lands
Slip from your corpse, never our ideas
For men shall die, but ideas never do
Young sir, the workers hold you dear
You are their compass, the sea of our morals
More than a boy with a yearn for reform
Dead at seventeen from a radical's gun
The martyr buried in our land's rich soil
Heart of blinging sapphire, brain of fortified steel
The rows and pews, the uproar of pain
Saint's can't tame
Hold your hands,
pray for the one up above-- confess your sins before the statue
The symbol of beauty
of grace and fatigue
Let the veil lift from damaged eyes
Call the Lord; the savior to all
Fall to your knees
A Holy sanctuary of angelic sinners
Let the blessed come forth to the purest of light,
have your love turn to anguish as the flames dance
Tickling your skin
Let it lap at the scraps like all rabid dogs; hungry for a taste-- one of blood
Crystal white and lush velvet
A cacophony--
one to clash, dance, form beauty
One for the Devil to lust, one for the Lord in vain
Bruised knees
Pointed hands
The screams are visible through stained-glass windows
When it's all burning, we're all laughing
the Sinners and Saints
Our saviour watches from the ash, the smoke, the flecks of human
No longer is Death a foe;
only an old friend
Once it's all gone, it reins
To many of us running around saying I found JESUS
Hellooo! CHRIST was never lost.
He’s always been right there beside you
If you ever vowed to pay the cost.
You too afraid you friends might say
( oh they act too sanctified )!
When they are the ones everyday
That’s being pitied for their selfish pride.
Why are you constantly searching your soul
Trying to find what’s really missing in your life?
When your temper makes you the first one to scold
If someone tries to lend you spiritually advice.
Saint or sinner you have to decide
Where do you really stand !
You cant get into heaven by playing both sides
That is just not in GOD’s plan.
Why would you come to church on Sunday morning
Looking for a savior ?
When you’re in the club every Saturday night
With those same devilish behaviors.
Sure all of us have those certain temptations
That eagerly causes us to stray.
Because we know that our GOD is patient
That’s why we drop to our knees and pray.
But GOD is going to become very fed up one day
Of these things we keep doing .
So if we ‘re not ready to change our ways
Everything we live for will be ruined.
So You all have your bibles
Now read it.
You’ll find prayer is survival
And we need.
Author Dana Redricks
December 29, 2023
Oh Lord, as the waves crash around me relentlessly, I feel myself sinking, life spiraling out of control, oh so unsteadily.
In this chaotic world, where everything seems out of line,
my words, they stumble, causing trouble, I need Your divine grace to lead me to a peaceful place.
Guide me, Lord, lead me back to the safety of Your embrace, for I’m lost, overwhelmed, seeking solace, craving grace.
Hold me close, console my weary soul, grant me strength to endure, in this sea of confusion, with mysteries I struggle to assure.
As the world crumbles, falling apart before my bewildered eyes, I stand here alone, my thoughts consumed by doubt, where truth lies.
Frustration builds, emotions stirring, yearning to scream and shout, but instead, I turn to You, my Savior, to empower me throughout.
Give me the resilience, the courage to stand upright, amidst the storms, the challenges, the darkest of nights.
With Your presence, I find solace, I am not alone, You bestow upon me the strength I need to make my own.
So Lord, in times of struggle, when all seems out of hand, grant me wisdom, grant me peace, let me firmly withstand.
For in Your guidance and love, I find tranquility and grace, empowered by Your spirit, I’ll endure any race.
Chain Verse Form
The jolly spirit that descends
Descends each December to Earth
Earth receives its positive outflow
Outflow that transcend languages and countries
Countries celebrate this special occasion
Occasion that have different meanings
Meanings that vary from spiritual to materialism
Materialism had dimmed the festivity
Festivity imparts a friendly atmosphere
Atmosphere that reunite the family
Family waits for the culmination
Culmination is the celebration of the
Birth of our savior
Nayda Ivette
11-23-2015
For Chain Verse 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ebbs
Fifth Place
Immediate family ever so small now
Most of all are gone
Core family now my adult children
And now a new grandchild to tell the joys of
The savior, resurrection
The join teachings of the true resurrection
To celebrate the rising and present living of Jesus Christ
Oh, God knows us for He allowed Christ to live to die
So that sin full man may rise
Jesus died and rose again for you and I
So on this resurrection year
Our family praise the life of the King
Our belief, our views, the joy this year Christ has risen
Our small remaining family gathered and acknowledge
This my 63rd celebration being
Easter 2018
4/10/19
Contest: Easter 2018
Sponsored by: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
When I went to the Temple
It should have felt like home
So as I sat in the pew
Why did I feel all alone
Was my heart disconnected
Was there something wrong with me
Why did I feel like running
From a place that felt empty
Three thousand souls I counted
The church grew before my eyes
I went to look for answers
Yet I left with all my whys
Why was the music perfect
Why did others have no flaws
As I sought my redemption
I drowned within the applause
After the entertainment
As I walked out open doors
I drifted on life's ocean
In a boat that had no oars
Hands held out towards heaven
Within solitude God was kind
As I took time to ponder
I surrendered body and mind
Now Church is not about me
Or the way it makes me feel
Whenever I praise my Savior
The Temple becomes more real
Now I can take church with me
To the places that I go
Within a heart of thankfulness
He allows my love to grow
IF 'HE' HADN'T COME AND BORE HIS CROSS...I COULDN'T BARE MINE. AMEN.
Many concerns are on my plate
so many worries…tranquility escapes
I look to the right and to the left
but only find more troubling depth
In this vacant alley…I feel lost
like there is no end…just cost
Then, in a fragrant whisp, I’m reminded…
of a road, and barn…to which it winded
Light glows…from a heavenly candle
that slowly moves across…midnight’s mantle
My soul’s eye…follows its course
‘til it halts, beaming as a guiding source
From an ass…a tended virgin alights…
large with child…the hay a blessed site
A cry comes forth…awakening the world
for A Child is Born… a prophesied hurl
And as shepherds and magi rush to the scene
my shoulder’s yoke morphs…a peace…serene
The Joy of the Season which I had evaded
now enters my heart and I am elated
I hear a choir…of the heofon kind
announcing the Savior…of all mankind
Though my troubles are still yet the same…
hope, glistens horizon…Alleluia, Christ came!
Is 7:14, 9:6, Matt 11: 28-30, Lk 2:8-20
©jmsbell-12/05/22