Faith Religious Poems | Examples
These Faith Religious poems are examples of Religious poems about Faith. These are the best examples of Religious Faith poems written by international poets.
VIRTUE, HOPE, AND TIME
Patience, a virtue:
Remain hopeful in God’s time;
Answers have their time:-
Did you not take time to pray?
God’s healing grace comes with time:-
over roar of the storm- a prayer was heard
Keep me in this faith
Thank you for this new Bible
You are my new moon
Only an ancient yet sacred silver cathedral bell
Has a holiest mystical resonance to dispel
All of the evilest energies originating from Hell.
This morning, love, the sky’s opaque
You are the spirit, you can see
Though spirit term seems rather vague
It emphasizes mystery
Relies on my imagination
A bit too much, as if implied
My faith in the divine ascension
But the first thing that comes to mind
Why it’s impossible to meet
Our Lord again, how could he be
Not recognized on crowded street
If he’d come down his folk to see
I guess that Jesus was repeated
In some of those who tried to care
And so the devil was defeated
In a fixed match for devil’s share
I don’t want to display a doubt
It always finds a way to show
Without flesh life makes no sound
In any kind of form we know
It’s all our fantasy and joy
Of the imagined world that is
Supposed to be a great deploy
To serve reality we miss.
More and more US politicians are talking openly of Jesus.
Fewer and fewer people in the US are going to church.
Fewer and fewer people are thinking about how He sees us.
More and more politicians leave us in the lurch.
It's sacrilege to question someone else's faith...
when we can't see into their heart.
It's sacrifice to question our own motive...
when we can't see past the tiniest part.
It's opportunism to turn the world upside down...
and hold the Word upside down.
It's opportunity ev'ry time it comes 'round...
ev'ry two or four years to turn things around.
From what they have done
From what they have said
It is clear that they are dead
Cruel and mean
Depraved unclean
From the world of BEASTS unseen
Stay far away
Just watch and pray
faith is
not considering
a coincidence
Born to search,
Born to seek,
Born to help,
The mild and meek.
Born to rule,
Born to lead,
Born to show,
We can be freed.
Born to Mary,
Born to atone,
Born to break
The hearts of stone.
Born to rally,
Born to rebel,
Born to dampen
The fires of hell.
Born to save,
Born to die,
Born a Saviour
For you and I.
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Sometimes He loads in pixels,
a grainy salvation~
buffering between commandments,
Wi-Fi faith flickering
in the dead zones
of my doubt.
No monthly subscription,
but the downloads are heavy~
whole lifetimes buffering
while the algorithm of grace
recommends another parable,
another plague.
You can’t skip the ads:
forty years in the desert
is unskippable suffering,
but the next episode
might be manna.
No parental controls~
And though His servers never crash,
the app sometimes freezes
when you pray.
No customer service number,
just the swirl of a silent,
omnipotent sky.
ARKED AND READY: A KWANZAA IMANI FOCUS
Monitoring all,
Nature made her decision;
Disaster rained down:-
The high waters rose,
Sinking life beneath the level:
Leaving hope floating:-
Like Noah, we wait;
Nature daming the waters:
Returning doves seen:-
Living our faith,
Spiritually nourished,
Let’s collectively journey
In divine wisdom’s guidance:-
Let not fear taunt us;
God’s rod and staff, protect us
From Satan’s shadows:-
God did not bring us this far,
To leave us here abandoned:-
With eyes on the prize,
Fueled by the Holy Spirit,
Let’s blast rolling rocks:
Let’s be beyond Sisyphus;
Climbing onwards with Jesus
P.S. HAPPY NEW YEAR
IN THE JOURNEY
amazing times as of late
because of speeches full of hate
good is awake and up to date
DOUBT NOT HEALING GRACE
Doubt not His healing,
Doctors and nurses pray too:
Prayers fuel healing:-
IN HEALING NOURISHMENT
Barely…alive…
Spiritually…hanging on…
Love…nourishing life…
Red Rocks
Sweat socks
Foot pain
Worn brain
A desert of love I have crossed
Feeling alone and always lost
Sandy tears flooded my sad eyes
Recalling choices, most not wise.
Limping
Slowly
Along
My path
Reached a
Crossroad
With signs
Pointing
Left for
Satan
Right for
Jesus.