Pulpit Poems - Poems about Pulpit

Foundation. In this modern world, has mankind forgotten judgment may await if one is religious? Title. The Priest talking on a Pulpit in The Great In-Between (A regal voice whispers) You do know What you do and feel in public or secret My child Writes all your life's many hidden manuscripts And follow's you like a Charles Dickens's Jacob Marley Character Into and after...

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The pulpit of the womb Is not the alter of the devil’s tomb It’s not the deception of a dichotomy of love Death holds its breath While a world calls evil good And life death The snuffing...

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spiritual discourses address lower mind offering not flavour of bliss magnetism that ignites our form therefore silence is the best teacher requiring release of ownership of thought thus exhuming ego awareness animated poised in the void entwined with existence breaks the mirror invoking Holy Spirit...

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for separation of church and hate ~ eating your humble piety...

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climb at all levels wonderful heavenly view - ...

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Bully A Culprit in Pulpit What we really had to finally admit, Came up with a culprit in the pulpit; Money using, And abusing, And was a bully who could not quit. Book is by Doris Kearns Godwin. Has anyone out there read any of her books lately? Jim Horn...

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a red winged blackbird barked a sermon from a cattail pulpit...

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The body and the blood are of those who inched on their bellies underneath barbed wire and never lived to be born again. Motherlands shackled at the feet of their Fathers. Who mourns at their whitewashed bones? Bleached by the desert Son, Marked with unnamed crosses, they scream the names of Holy Ghosts. In the silence, my thighs part like the Red Sea my...

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Every week being different yet the Power still the same Of what some people meant and what was their game But the Lord always prevails for what do fools know His Love one that never fails and makes a heart glow Curing, feeding, forgiving and even raising the dead An amazing life He was living in all those things Said Crowds...

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TEARS SHED AT THE PULPIT Tears shed at the pulpit—twice I shed today, For I am so burdened for those whom I pray. I pray for my family, I pray for those here; I know many burdens, I know many a fear. I receive the phone calls, text messages, too, From those seeking counsel about what to do. I know of the...

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A prudent man walked intoxicatedly inside the temple gate He sits on the door steps and hang his head shamefully between his legs and whistle a somber tune. The skillfully crafted temple hoisted on the outskirt of town Once served as a pinnacle of hope now stands empty exposing signs of doom. Thousand of spiritual warriors, carnal minded...

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Beneath the heavens Cold means are the death of the reverend Coke fiends run through the church and buy the religion Through the nose goes the bone marrow of the Son Out of the nose comes His blood for the sins And into a pool of money that blood rains, oh what a bath the reverend...

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What I would not write is much On the sullied cloak of the clergies. My inkwell keeps running dry Each time my quill feather Is dangled in their direction. A warning not to belittle Or mock the modern day Pharisees Because surely there are A few good men in their lot. Yet you should feel this in the heart. Because therein lies your eternity I care...

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Upon my lastly leave: I beg of you, As I stand before the gallows And these promises of end, Do not take to heart The darkness of doubt That these shadows do cast. It is a pious act, Greeting and dwelling Into The Land Of The Fat. They'll beseech you, These countesses of glowing trolls And their sightliness of mend. Do not give a start To the...

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