Saints Poems - Poems about Saints

“The Communion of Saints” is meant the union of the faithful on earth The b;essed in Heaven And the souls in the purgatory With Father Christ as their Head The word “Saints means “the holy ones” The Baptism gives us the beginning of holiness And Heaven is for those who are perfectly holy By “the forgiveness of sins” in the Apostles Creed...

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Today I’m grateful for all the saints I’ve had in my life Grateful that for saints I do not lack…. Grateful that when I’ve needed them They’ve been her to easy my mind tend to my bruises and carry me on their back. ...

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No matter how you look at it…in this picture we’re trying to paint… our world…our canvas will always be filled with devils and with saints. What makes this difficult…as we take out our brushes and sit down to paint… Is that we are humans meaning we can be both…a devil and a saint. The news is filled with stories...

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Bright, bright light of dawn, surrounded by the tall, tall flowers. A newborn flower, newly drawn while O’er me others tower. A life began amidst so many, cradled close to mother’s plenty. Mild, mild days of childhood, surrounded by the fresh, fresh flowers. A vibrant flower ‘midst the wildwood while on me blessings shower. A life so good amidst so...

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The sky remains silent, the clouds remain still, The mountains still stand and the seas remain filled. The saints clothed in white ask the Lord how much longer? Will your world remain broken and this evil grow stronger? This babe in the manger came to conquer and save. How long till you take back this world that you made? The angels...

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There is a new beginning Both for me and also you God promised love and peace To everyone not just a few We are His children yes indeed The rightful heirs of His great throne It is so wonderful to know It is not known to me alone Rise up all you saints Mark your place and stand your ground Know that God has chosen...

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Fall'n into the sear In my stead, a curse to hither 'til my bones, my flesh shall disappear Canst thou nought raise a blade of sweetened fear A bane to a burdened forest Heal him down a bow, to a tyrant's ear Petty face of the fog Thou daren't drown a kiss of mist Lest there be to famine's cleanst Thy pouring fiend O'er harness...

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December 27 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Revelation 8-10 Key Verse – Revelation 8:4 And the smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel's hand. PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO VALUES THE PRAYERS OF THE SAINTS Praise be to God Who values the prayer...

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Seagulls and Saints of Emmaus David J Walker I see Seagulls and Saints And icy sills of Window’s Restraints of blurred realities And unaccompanied Complaints But clearly every pray ends In amends and Amens And incitant constraints I see syllables in Sawgrass A syllabus of things passed Down in hands of hand me down Phases and phrases Of false praise promises of Devine...

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The dead-end street in front of the house is still, and I notice leaves have fallen. The roommate said last night no one came here for trick or treating and now a cold wind blows. I just moved in here yesterday. I’m starting my life again. A cold wind blows and I go out. Last night a stranger and I drank together. She said no...

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Everyone wants a ticket to Heaven Only the penitent knows their fate Nobody barters with Saints and Martyrs Because the sacrifice is too great...

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POEMS ABOUT SAINTS AND SINNERS Of Seabound Saints and Promised Lands by Michael R. Burch Judas sat on a wretched rock, his head still sore from Satan’s gnawing. Saint Brendan’s curragh caught his eye, wildly geeing and hawing. "I’m on parole from Hell today!," Pale Judas cried from his lonely perch. "You’ve fasted forty days, good Saint! Let this rock by my church, my baptismal,...

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Saints and Sinners The smile is broad But the heart is bile an outstretched hand is birthed from a saintly pouch But alas, such as richly coated but with a shortened desire A frail passion A flinty heart devoid of piety thus encapsulated within a virtuous being Whereby Enrobing both saints and sinners ...

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If you are looking to meet saints, You will find more of them driving buses, Than you will in all other professions combined, And it is not hard to guess why, Given the way the hold their tongue, And stick to their knitting, Never dropping a stitch, When those of us less saintly would be driven to distraction, And be...

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I think the patron saints have all been left for dead. The lies have all been said, and payments been arranged. The depositions all went down behind the scenes. The clergy spilled the beans, but somehow the guilty never found Have you heard of Jesus? He was very wise, now he lives up in the sky. sing along, sing in spite of all the...

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