Preachers Poems - Poems about Preachers

Pundits preachers politicians you may see attorneys too and even agree with me I think you'll find all have an agenda with an axe to grind lining their pockets feathering their nest keeping their cards close to the chest saying one thing doing another I'd take 'em out and shoot 'em if I had my druthers and then there's censorship where one man's word rules the roost to remain silent would...

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“And for what, except for you, do I feel love” Wallace Stevens Concealed in full view there are sanctuaries where you can go when the shrill noise of politicians, preachers and prophets gets too loud - the quiet of a morning wearing a glossy melt of frost honeyed in the glow of first light - forest trails winding under...

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Eyes of a trader With words of wisdom You make destruction look so good You don't use force But the beauty and cursive of your words is tantalizing You can make dreams come true But what they don't realize is your true intentions are very much cruel Your like a rock that has been painted gold You look pretty and real...

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I When my landlord is a slumlord The sermons also mock God "There but for Grace go I" Helps see a plank in my eye II Here, no exposing of hypocrisy Makes a difference to men, women, me: Sex and money, sex for food -- for lazy Is the South African -- post-Mandela's day** Note** 27 April 1994 was the first democratic election in South Africa,...

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Till tomorrow a nasty style Nigerians stretch a bold mile: Sermons which begin with obituary And proceed to The Mortuary… The Waiting Choice of Deaconess Emmanuela Seeking and discovering The Best Umbrella For mandating sinners’ fastest repentance Of deeds that might no more clinch penance. Also, of Pastor Prince at war with Theological Schools, Because break a...

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Teach religion with your way of life not with the word of mouth preach religion with your practices don't practice religion with preachings I was told to give to the temple yet the temple never gave to me can a man rob God? oh foolery! how can we rob a man we cannot see how can you rob a poet of his...

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In pools of many colors, as vast as salts and sea, It, streams in proximity to you and me It is Endless Source most healing; Spoken of by matriarchs, past and new. Faith, grace, and mercy stood as firm as, The hands of time, that stretches beyond the blue - A Super star from Galilee knew this so well; The woman at...

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Life itself sometimes begins at the "End"? Life always has a beginning,and I am not certain about how "Life itself" will "End".Will you hold on to your "Life" that you have now to invigorate,and inspire the desire that the love gives so that you can live again,regardless of the condition that we sometimes find ourselves...

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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...

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Money consceous in precise. It's a bone thrown to domesticated dog, My whole life was set on clock, Narrow way wasn't part of my want... Broadway was a prioritised sort, Fire in my heart shows Golliath size, Nobody knew David would be in God's eyes, In spite of leading classy trites, Those mindset later got rot, Smoke from coals couldn't permit me to...

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I'll tell you about something that is rotten to the core. When outside of church, some preachers cuss like sailors. My friend saw some of these preachers who like to cuss. They should be ashamed, preachers are supposed to set an example for the rest of us. When they cuss, they anger God because it's like slapping him in...

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(Written after seeing President Clinton sleeping during a sermon) Preachers Are a Cure for Insomnia By Elton Camp Most of them tend to drone on and on Long after audience interest is gone What they say all have heard before And don’t want to hear it anymore But custom demands that they pretend To enjoy every word right to the end A sleepy hubby...

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Tell me! Is it to which we live to which life give and take? Is it that of the world we partake? Is it God we seek or do we believe? Maybe you just having a blue day why do you not seek God for save. Is it we're to blind of this world to...

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two bible-blabbering, prattling pastors from two denominational sectors ended up in stitches and bloody plasters; those around said it actually began when one yelled, "faith alone can save a man!", the other screamed, "only charitable acts can!"; swinging bulky bibles, shouting curses, ...

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