Short Christian Religion Poems
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Lord God created me for a reason not to change and fall in sin like the changes of seasons. I was created to be the same as my christian religion.
- Loverboi
Tell Me, Who Do You Say That I Am
a face in the crowd
the one from behind the shroud
now beyond the clouds
Reciting prayers,
Body splayed across the floor,
Reaching for heaven.
Knees gnarled and bent,
Mouth calloused from oration,
Hands clasped tightly shut.
Passionless faith is,
Just ceaseless recitation,
Magic doomed to fade.
Father Christ called apostles
Be His collaborators
They were His eye witnesses
Apostles are priests and teachers
Holds fast their tradition
Governed by their successors
Successor was first pope, St. Peter
To now 2013, Pope Francis,
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Form:
Beauty from within a web of silk a spider spins
Wrinkled and old a wealth of knowledge, behold
Slow down smell the flowers the meek with such power
Nida's web spun so nice with the love of Jesus our Christ
Born once, then again with faith love and hope in him
What has God in me crushed?
Hunger to have things rushed!
Which words of man God hushed?
Ones that made faces flushed,
Where could God have gains slashed?
In account money stashed!
How has He some men thrashed?
When their speeding cars crashed!
Men whom God never lashed:
Those who had promptly blushed.
Warts on a hog for now will never go away
The heady preacher belts out a sermon
Halfway time to stretch then pray and pay
Binds you to perdition certain
A godless generation wakes to see
No way to reconcile even a minute
The overture correction will ever be
Achieving marker less than deficient
Teaching
Class
English
Teenagers
Doors slams shut
Bells ring for the last time.
Directions?
Time?
Questions?
Decisions?
Uncertainty?
The term
Retirement
Looms in the shadows
Its face no definition.
Boundaries?
Guidelines?
I hear God's soft small whisper
Brushing past my ear,
It's Ok, we'll figure this out
Together.
Time lapses days turn into weeks
I still yearn for your voice
You rebuke me yet i still desire
You're presence to behold thee
You're blessing upon me at dawn
You're light i seek
Your rebuke is like oil on my head
Those who trust upon you
Move from strength to strength
I desire to behold thy form
In righteousness
I desire to be in you're presence
Praise be to God in the Highest and to His Son and the Holy Ghost
Speak your clearest and truest faith heart, and be glad of His love
Always remember to think the best of others and give them joy
Love your fellow man the way your Lord loves you
Merrily open your bliss by expanding your gratitude through prayer
Sing joyful hearts, raise your hearts unto the Lord
My beloved did grant, her permission received
That I may enter within, in a most blessed way
Destined to counter the ways, of those in decay
To unloose the bonds, of those sorely deceived
Immediately hastening forth, quickly we did go
To complete a task, embarked on an arduous trip
The spirit to bestow, with an unquenchable grip
To delineate a path, the way for mine to know
Reflecting on all the faith I have known because of You
The Jesus who taught me to give, live and pursue
Goodness, acceptance, gentleness and meekness
Which come from Him who gives strength in weakness
Rithimus Divisa 10 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden
Rhyme taken from the poem, Strength in Weakness
October 14, 2020
Has Been Hard To Bare Horn Haiku
Has been hard to bare;
No Republican does care;
Here, there, everywhere.
After listening to Elizabeth Warren
on C-Span, I have come to this
conclusion regarding immigration
policy and Presidential Order of
Donald Trump. Something must
be done by Congress. How could
any faith or Christian religion ever
let something like this happen?
You tell me.
Jim Horn
Leaves from palm trees burn,
Die into black ash.
Like these leaves move from life,
To death, the lamb of heaven is slayed.
The light of the world,
Extinguished by his created world.
His precious blood spilt,
His anointed head crowned with a thorny crown.
Ashes from ashes, dust from dust,
To ash and dust I shall return.
My wish is that I may make it to heaven,
On today, the day, ash Wednesday.
In the wake of the night
I long to make a flight
Out of this world and its trouble
That saps my blood, making me wobble.
To escape the tide of this wicked world
I wish and will a ride on a cloud
To drift my way to heaven's gate
So fast I won't become The Late.
Oh God of heaven and of earth
You created me and gave me breath
Your will to come do in this world
So command the devil, his troubles still to stand!
The glowing day of green and gold
sliced through my windowpane,
drawing me out of my nest
and into its warmth.
The kids are asleep.
The husband is home.
It’s a morning all for me and God.
I walk the path—
the breeze massages my face,
the earth cradles my feet,
and the birds’ calls
steady my soul.
I hear You say my name.
I see Your love for me
written in the quiet slate of sky.
I send a letter back:
I love You too,
My Holy One.
"Why do you rebel?"
Asked the artist of the bruise
"Your head is sick, your heart faint
Your skin is slick with wounds"
Yet in the same breath
"I do not delight in lambs' blood"
Yet he likens kin to lambs
And killed both in the flood
But "thou shalt not kill"
Declares he who killed the most
"My sword devours 'til sated"
Saith the Lord of Hosts
"For I am sorry
About all of your punishments"
There's no forgiveness in me
My lord, I'm far beyond spent
Yesterday, I was talking to the church pews.
Asking them about the stories they hold
They told far and wide they heard thing.
That just can’t be told.
They told me the depths.
The truths that they hear.
The day that had to come
They say is almost here.
The church pews told me,
No matter what they say.
I have to carry on.
To continue on my way
Even as the night falls
The sky is always bright.
The church pew stories.
Stay safe with me tonight.
TheTruth
Quiet
Quiet
You will now please be quiet !
a silence if you please !
no murmur from the cheap seats
You religious types at the back!
Keep your hands in your trousers
Views of truth will continue to be debated sitted amongst the scholars and philosophers !
Truth has a variety of meanings
But concernedly about fact or reality
the direct opposite of truth is falsehood
Quiet
Quiet
You religious types at the back !
Keep your hands in your trousers !
Day of Sweet repose
It is I you chose
To catch verily
oh so merrily
A glimpse of glory
To tell of you a story
How privileged I must be
That you have chosen me
So bless the lord
For revealing in His word
Your inexpressible beauty
That carries His children to unity
Bless the Lord, oh my soul
For after my troubles into you I roll
And you bask me in your enormity
Preparing my heart for eternity
To set apart time for my heavenly Father
To spend time with every sister and brother