Short Evangelists Poems

Short Evangelists Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Evangelists by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Evangelists by length and keyword.


Children In the Marketplace

Will it be the actors?
Will it be the singers?
Or will it be the dancers
Who bring the Gospel 
With a twist?
Or will it be the pastors,
The apostles and the prophets,
The teachers and evangelists?
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Steeped In Tears

I see a world steeped in tears of sorrow, there is so much bigotry, greed, and hate, that I fear what fate awaits tomorrow. As politicians scam you to donate, corruption flows like an open floodgate. Depriving women of having a choice; fascists and evangelists share one voice. The uneducated support a fool, and both political parties rejoice; the poorly informed are a useful tool.
Form: Dizain

The Golden Flame of Faith

A holy, amaranthine light, 
Surely guides the world aright, 
Lo! To distant nations yon, 
The golden flame of faith, 
Carries eastward on! 

Promethean, the fire shines 
And has shone, since olden times:- 
Evangelists in days bygone, 
Stole the sterling flame, 
From Hyperion! 

The flame the lamp-like Pharos bore, 
Lit the ancient Grecian shore, 
But, behold the valiant sight:- 
The golden flame of faith, 
Immortal, stays alight
© David Vr  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Who Moved the Stone

Who moved the stone?           
On Sunday - who indeed?                    
Evangelists extol                                     
A most baseless creed

If the stone were shifted
As a shot-put heft    
By some improbable
Conspiracy - or theft            

And Peter in his madness
Encountered but the air  
Never having witnessed       
His visage or His glare
  
And no angelic radiance
(That diadems were dim)
Met Mary at the somber
Sepulchre of Him
© David Vr  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member What Would I Do Without Calvary

Priests, preachers, and Evangelists,
I've listened to them all;
But what would I do without Calvary,
Had I not heard the sweet Savior's call?

For Man cannot do as his own will directs,
And still gain the sweet Bye And Bye;
Nor preachers forgive them the sins of a life,
That was wasted though try as they might.

For only The Son can finish the job,
That The Father, Himself has begun.
The Spirit must lead us, must guide and must teach us,
Only on God to rely.
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


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