Pastors Poems - Poems about Pastors

...The fruit juice drips momentarily beneath the alter filling the crevices and corner, while the sound of impatient traffic rolls down the street honking horns and disrupting the peace. A strange sound......Read the rest...

...We are going to dig to bury our dead: Mother, father, sisters and brothers, Uncles, aunts, friends and strangers. We are going to inter our dead: Archbishop, pastors, Houngans and vicars. The ......Read the rest...

...Don't come, do not come Do not come to my funeral Do not come to my burial Stay home in a quiet room To read my God-given poems Be inspired and turn them into songs. You were absent in my lif......Read the rest...

...Apart from writing poetry, who are we cannot be defined, for we wear many hats. Looking back at life thus far, we clearly see, that though destiny bowls and consciousness bats, for the most part ......Read the rest...

...At high noontime, the tires are burning in the streets The sound of barking dogs is everywhere; the cats of hell smell Like never showered rats who are locked up in death row cells Where the air d......Read the rest...

...Colony operating mechanism Christianity played bad role in Africa As most European pastors and priests were investigators and informers of the regime. as some believers were made spies by some......Read the rest...

...Emerging from a fulcrum deep within, arises a humming, magnetic pull, which in each moment does afresh begin, drenching us with bliss, making heart feel full. Rapture ignition, thus in renewal, ......Read the rest...

...Various Heresies 9 Post-Nashville Covenant by Michael R. Burch We love our God. We love our guns. We despise the weak. Don’t call us Huns! We love our kids. We love our schools. We lov......Read the rest...

...Pastors sermons are hollow, yet we see the herd follow blindly, hoping for reprieve, from pain causing heart to grieve. Strange it is, we search for God but do not give love a nod, smiling wi......Read the rest...

...As I lay on my fluffy bed with my head tilted towards the ceiling, in trance, at dawn I felt my hair rising as a consolating presence so still as water, envelope me. A consecrated entity with face......Read the rest...

...He was called to preach at a christian crusade in a foreign country. On his last day,  he thought to share with thousands of people few things about struggles. he opened another topic about his c......Read the rest...

...in symbols and metaphors we search for hidden meanings resonating with scent predetermined and thereby the stated truth is by mind undermined weak and unstable heart searches for a c......Read the rest...

...Thomas, an apostle of Jesus, Called Or so presumed. He was not an angel. No, He never claimed. Although he played the part well. Brother Tom, Like we all called him, Was a walking par......Read the rest...

...Used by us since we were little; crying to get what we wanted. Over time it becomes a game, ask a teenager. There are some Masters of this tool like politicians, pastors, lawyers... I'm not j......Read the rest...

...I see with new eyes now why you needed me to be red and not so green, possibly obscene And why now my greenness has escaped into your undeniable public domain My lack of straight-up red ......Read the rest...