Sad Spiritual Poems - Poems about Sad Spiritual

When Truth Turns to Shadows

When truth is reversed into lies,
a silent cry takes its place.
And when this happens,
prayer becomes the only weapon
against the cruelty of the world.

A cry the world refuses to hear.
A pain that goes unnoticed.
A silent cry in a solitary room—
and yet, a flicker of hope,
a thought still blooming
beyond the ache.

Trust becomes a fragile thread—
easily frayed once

Echoes in the Dark

My chest holds echoes none can hear,
A hush of thoughts that won’t appear.
What once was warm now drifts like mist,
A weight unseen, too dense to lift.

Each fracture blooms a quieter scar,
Where bitter seeds still grow afar.
No shore, no flame, no sense of tide—
Just vacant halls I roam inside.

By day I wear a borrowed face,
By night

Silent Hymn

She left no echo, made no sound,
Just folded time without a frown.
No curtain call, no loud applause—
Just grace departing without pause.

A hand once warm now gently still,
A final breath, a resting will.
And yet, her presence lingers on—
In morning light and dusk till dawn.

Soft is the way the faithful part—
A silent hymn within the heart.
No need

Funeral poem In A Better Place

When someone first dies and leaves us,
It’s hard to lift that sense of gloom,
When their body is no longer with us,
But their presence still fills the room.

But within our treasured memories,
We can recollect their smiling face,
For in our heart-of-hearts we know,
They are now in a much better place. 

Weary Souls

Darkness is fast
Tree with no leaves
Souls are gloomy.

Beyond the Bark

A familiar path I walked frequently with glee
the feeling of a constant stare came over me
upon looking to find the place of the stare
nobody was in sight, no one was even there

Next day I decided to look a bit closer
maybe I'm dealing with a trickster
wondering who could it be watching 
what I found out was

Anywhere But Here

Dear God anywhere but here I pray,
both day and night with a sigh.
I just want to run far away,
away where I can be myself.
I want my life to be real, 
not a life someone else has picked for me.
A beautiful life that I can live in,
a life I can grow in love and happiness.
Many times

Thought of the day

pistols at dawn, one will die ~
fate unknown, both hearts will sigh

Why Should I Doubt

Why should I doubt, why should I fear
When Jesus my High Priest is near?
Would He desert His blood-bought child
And let him sink in sin defiled?

Has He not love and grace combined
With power and wisdom sweetly twined?
So would He leave me to decay
If I neglect sometimes to pray?

How much more faithful He than I,
When sometimes I

My own killer

Freedom hides in me,
A barbaric source of madness,
Exposed in life to die,
Am I too lucid or a dreamer?

When the stars shake off the night,
And the moon cries on a mountain corner,
I carry with silent resignation
The rotten coffin among the graves.

A soul trapped in an eternal form
That gives birth by killing itself to the same form,
I

The Cycle of Life

At birth, the first thing we do is cry.
Once we reach home, in the cradle we lie. 
Then we get bored and give our legs a try.
As infants, it’s all about me and my.

Soon, it is time for school, Oh me, Oh My,
and each day an adult wave us goodbye.
 When learning gets hard, we

Heaven Hears Your Tears

As your tears flow through the windows of your own soul, oh grieving heart,
Know always these are only but the gentlest of water droplets
Always evaporating upwards towards the Heavens.

When Doves Cry

The white doves as they left the rivers of joy and light 
Wept as they saw night's darkness approaching their garden of gladness 
Their hearts saw the upcoming battle with this alien fungus in sight 
So they went to be the white stars to master and trap the darkness 

After the stars broke into the

Soul Intertwined With, Heart Versus Mind Wars

They say when mind and heart are at war
It's tough to decide whose side you are
Which one blooming truth of what you are
you ended up taking the side of any one of all
Your soul, alas or jocose but gratified at last

What chaos when mind and heart are opposed
when Both draff upholds issues at all to

An Esau

An Esau lifts the carnal
And mocks the spiritual
Though he possessed the birthright
He pursued the physical

An Esau values his ways
"Satisfy the appetite"
Despise God's promised future
A dangerous stew to bite

An Esau rejects God's ways
His birthright he sold for stew
The cunning hunter is snared
A misstep he can't undo
  
An Esau forfeits blessing
God's promise deemed a dud
Prey to

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