Love Pastoral Poems | Examples
These Love Pastoral poems are examples of Pastoral poems about Love. These are the best examples of Pastoral Love poems written by international poets.
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The Lord is our future
We need Him
Everyday
Tomorrow is our future
For Him
Just another day
And to think of
The Heavenly Father
That which we welcome
From above,
I marvel at that
Child called Jesus’
Fore He is
My only love
G ma can't help me
Papa could not help me
Neither mama or daddy and them could help me
For only God knew my future so he allowed Him
Yes they are mighty Him
But someone who's as great as Him
Not any government nor religious set could help me yet
Thank God has shown me
How much he loves me and us
By sending His one and only Son for us
And He sent His Son into this world
The world that we might have eternal life
He sent His love His blood, Hallelujah!
God showed how much He loved us by sending this His one and only Son
Until this world so that we might have eternal life through Him Hallelujah !
9/24/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
1 John 4:9
When Spring comes again
not the warmth..nor the rain
not the yellow ..
nor the green
not the grass
or verdant scene
not the winds
or blossom bright
not the showers
or more daylight
but
hearing creation's new birth
shouted aloud
in sky and earth
creations new birth
each season to us reveals
God’s love in action
Oh LORD,
Give me the force to withstand the
Cyclopean waves of human hypocrisy and malice.
Make me strong as to endure the suffering inflicted
By the knives of hatred and inconsideration which
Constantly pierce my heart, so as not to seek revenge
But only affection.
And finally, oh LORD, let your divine love pass
Through my bleeding wounds to heal them in
Such a degree as in the place where insensitive people
Wanted to plant the malevolent seed of vice,
Your glorious tree of virtue, to flourish instead.
Amen!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 July 2020
I love a day where I am at peace,
when I can just wander in rural fields;
letting the air and the sky release,
and the blossoms float with scent that yields
and my worries, sorrows and grief cease.
Where trees become my shelter and shields,
oh, delightful are flowers cerise;
then, by a soothing stream my pen wields,
words about this awesome scented day.
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September 20, 2019
Poetry/Pastoral/Rural Fields
Copyright Protected ID 19-1205-593-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to FGI Blog Series 24, eclogue
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
THE FEET OF THEM
How beautiful are the feet of them,
the pillars of strength, and stance of him,
the hands, the smile and face of him,
who brings to us good news.
How lovely are the voices of them,
the song, the Word, the sound of him,
the message of grace and love of Him,
sending them who brings good news.
How precious the hoary heads of them,
the glory of the Lord of them,
the birth, the life, and death of them,
who brings to us good news.
I give you more abundant life
I've cleansed you of all sin
I've clothed you with undying love
The apple of my eye you've been.
With bread and wine I fed you
Flesh of my flesh you are
You are my bride elect
I am your 'bright and morning star.
As we unite in marriage
In the body we're made one
It's a three-fold cord that binds us
Father, Holy Ghost and Son.
Eternity awaits us
The long awaited kingdom's come
A life of heavenly proportions
And it's only just begun.
RETA PRUITT
August 19, 2016
Leaves have fallen around us throughout these many years
Mist has clouded our eyes with vapors of vast confusion...
No one told us then, how storms might come, how skies would gather tears
Or how the sun would often hide, and seem to disappear
Perhaps those years, might have done such harm, to have shattered our illusions
Instead, we lean into each other's arms, and will stay until conclusion...
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For Alfred's Contest: ABC of Love
PRAYER II
Oh LORD, give me the force to withstand the
Cyclopean waves of human hypocrisy and malice.
Make me strong as to endure the suffering inflicted
By the knives of hatred and inconsideration
Which
Constantly pierce my heart, so as not to seek revenge
But only to demonstrate affection,
And finally, oh, LORD, let your divine love
Pass through my bleeding wounds and heal them in
Such a degree as,
In a place where insensitive people wished to
Plant the malevolent seed of vice,
Your glorious tree of virtue flourishes instead.
Amen!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
SAVED
We are saved by His word
We are saved by His power
We are saved by His salvation
We are saved by His mercies
We are saved by grace
We are saved by hope
We are saved by faith
We are saved by His name
We are saved by His death on the cross
We are saved by obedient
We are saved by His love
We are saved by the final form of love which is forgiveness.
No one can be saved by works, neither by doing good to the poor;
Save, is the reason of our Christianity.
Christianity without save is like future without history.
Looking at save, history of my future is complete.
Living a life without been saved; is living an empty life.
I am saved
BY:
Pastor Emmanuel .A. Brown
You
Moved me
Tonight..
Am not quite sure where to,
yet,
but Thank you.
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Occupy everywhere :)
Mom you are the
world to me
You are my shining
star, the twinkle in
my heart
You make my world
brighter and more
wonderful
Your love outshines
the brightest of
stars
Your generous and
loving heart
Not only shines for
me but for everyone
Your heart
encompasses the
earth.
If I had to be
someone I want to be
someone like you
5/11/12
And I thank God that
He gave me you.
The love of God
who can know
only those that have been
made whiter than snow
The Lord Jesus Christ who did
come down to earth
so that sinful men
could experience the second birth
God in the person of the Holy Spirit
indwells His chosen elect
who seek to live lifes
walking with God on the top deck
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