Salvations Poems - Poems about Salvations

Salvations Rests Behind True Faith's Gold Door Heart mourning under the cold starry night O' tis the pain cloaked and frigid cold And yes, it is far from the ravens' flight The aching years, before the sun burnt old Midnight cocks are out jumping and crowing They walk about as if skating on ice Yet we living still pray for the knowing Between...

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Knowledge never dies But knowledge never compromises Sometimes too abundant for destructions Sometimes too scarce for salvations Sometimes too much for a wicked man Sometimes too little for a saint Sometimes too hard for a student Sometimes too innocent for a child...

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Salvation’s Border What if Heaven closed its borders, blocked it off from me and you? What if God built a wall, we could never get over or pass through? What if God judged us all, by the acts of a select few? Would you become your brother’s keeper, if your future depended on what he might say or do? What if God wasn’t perfect, would...

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Aggravated assault; Innocent bystanders screaming what's up; And the bridal cup; Newlywed burning bed; Observation; Destination; Destitution arrival; Glorious survival; And the funeral march; Does not start; You have a mission; Through your the the derision; Innervision intervention; You often mention; Destination; Observation Repentance sinner; Mercy Grace now makes me a winner; Embraced a new warmth now a new choice; Father God has given me His Son; Now rebirth and born again; Satan lost God has...

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The Key to Salvation and Salvations’ Door I have been given a key to salvation It has the power to unlock every Good thing in my life I am looking for the door of salvation, But along the way are distractions and temptations. Their mission is to keep me far away from this door and destroy me in the process. Time ticks by and in...

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Forgetting to remember, remembering to forget Old choices escape us, new decisions unmet Forgetting to remember, remembering to forget The path to the altar, salvations regret (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)...

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Salvations Breeze Nick Rush The house docket is read to thee Salvations breeze will freeze the leaves On the skeleton trees and calendar weeds That echo barren whispers. I see terrace houses and chimney spires Billowing smoke from the factory mire The last gust of sanity tires As the last gasp of vanity wires Humanity to a socket. Veranda gates and lavender towers April change...

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