Faith Spiritual Poems | Examples
These Faith Spiritual poems are examples of Spiritual poems about Faith. These are the best examples of Spiritual Faith poems written by international poets.
Radiance of life reigns around sweet relationship
offered by the great "I am that I am" Creator
as I yield to Him Who is my sovereign Director
midst blessed fellowship along wondrous worship.
Against suffering gloom of frustration-caused pain
I am bouncing back with hope-lit serenity-glow
revived to bloom along abundant blessings' flow
since the great "I am that I am" grants salvation-gain.
Gripped by "I am the way, the truth and the life" creed
surmounting unbelief's stroke that attacks the heart
triumphantly prevailing over weakness' dart
I am keeping the faith, shining with love and kindness' deed.
“a heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation”
My compass is set:
Forward alignmed by faith through grace.
I do not control life’s challenges,
but I command my response.
I am that I live for my purpose,
not for the world’s praise.
I do not bend;
I do not break;
I do not look back.
I am that, I am of a human sponge,
Whom listens, observers and absorbs lifes lessons and learn from its mistakes!
For this is my creed!
Hoping for miracles
entreating for impossibility
smiting doubts...
...vanquishing angst...
illumined by divine grace
now, requests are answered
as faith trusts the blessing-Source
and compassion functions wholeheartedly
to share glow of kindness-mirth
busting with triumphant gratitude.
Kingdom Come
East, South, North and West
Rhythm of the shores to the oceans
Tomorrow unseen
Today the preparation
Biblical pages into scriptures turning and turning
Thirst in the lesson
Hungry in thought
Wonder and mysterious
Soulful promise
Blessings that surround
Masterpiece into excellence
Ultimate Rise
Willing and fulfilling
Establishment of Faith
Dancing to the skies of Miracles
Heaven’s watch and Soul’s renewed
A Cross that started all
Redemption granted
Deliverance step by step
Dancing beyond measure
Spiritual bound
Thy Kingdom Come.
If you look to
the palm of your hand
expecting to see
mansions and roads of
gold, you will be sorely
disappointed – it is a
spiritual truth,
forced to use physical
language
literal interpreters of the
Bible, look more to your
heart, and less to your
head
akin to finding a cure for
love, in a medical journal,
when love only became an
illness, when men started
treating it as a virus or
bacteria – love is never a
weakness nor predator, in fact,
our most faithful protector
and strength!
Of Victory Here, Of Triumph There,
for is it Not where Pillars Stand Aloft? Of Israel Here, Of Jerusalem There
Is it not with Thy Staff, Thy Shield, Thy Spear that I Ascend the Mountain Tops?
Shall I Travail Not?
Shall I Commence a Sacred Torch, of Fire, of Light, of Faith and Creed and Sun?
Is it not with Glory, Of Salvation, that I Conquer with my Mightiest Sword Within?
For is this Not my Kingdom? Is this Not my Throne?
The Christian who preaches
death and destruction, End
Times, is little better than the
Tyrant who says, do as the
state says, or suffer the consequences --
we are no good to heaven if we
arrive there for fear of damnation.
No sane father, beyond the years
of a child’s early development, wants his child
to fear him. Love but not fear. Love
and fear cannot coexist. Sin wants
us to fear. Love does not. Dropping
bombs or dropping damnation are one
in the same. It is man’s way, and not
the way of our nurturing God. Love
is the Light and Way of a harmonic
universe....
Only an ancient yet sacred silver cathedral bell
Has a holiest mystical resonance to dispel
All of the evilest energies originating from Hell.
While I hide in the shadows
I tell you “Your scars are beautiful” yet
I wear the last name SCHNADELBACH like an old ugly scar around my neck
You tell me don’t write anything using that name
So, I hide my work, the very identity of who I am.
I go to church,
yet they tell me that I am out of alignment, to make a choice,
So, I did
I walked away from man’ religious laws.
Then I am asked “why are you hiding?”
It seems like the very moment I stick my head up
I get kicked to the curb.
But God does not live in their alignment.
He is here, in the dust on the pavement,
Holding the pen they tried to break.
They see an ugly scar;
I see the skin, the face, the heart that healed.
I will stop hiding.
My name is a story, and it is time I write the ending.
The road stretches out to a bend in the trees,
Where the fog hangs heavy and low on the breeze.
I cannot see over the crest of the hill,
Or what lies in wait where the valley is still.
But I know the Master who mapped out the trace,
And I know the beauty that waits at the place
Where the journey concludes and the shadows give way
To the brilliant, unbroken frontier of the day.
So, I walk by faith, or I should say I run this race,
Untethered from sight and only by grace.
With each steady footprint, the horizon is clear,
For the Voice that commanded the road is right here.
Completely dependent, a child by the hand,
I trust Him to level the rough, broken land.
I need not the map, nor the view from the gate—
I just need the Father who makes the way straight.
A little life, a brand-new start,
Placed gently in a parent’s heart.
We ask for peace to guard their way,
And wrap them safely night and day.
May God grant wisdom deep and clear,
To guide their steps through every year.
With open doors and pathways bright,
And opportunity in sight.
With tiny hands and eyes so wide,
May heavenly favor be their guide.
A gift of hope, a love so true,
We bless this little life anew.
Nine years old
way back
seventy-two years ago
my family went
to church's revival
The speaker was
a chalk artist
he told the story
of Lazarus
and the rich man
I realized I was
lost,
undone,
without God
or His Son
God reached
down His
hand for me
I did not know
exactly what
I had done
I did not really
understand
but the Holy Spirit
came in
I have wanted to
live for Him
and He has taken
care of me
How to cast a magic ring for protection
Make a circle of salt in the forest
Light four candles:
green for north, yellow for east, red for south and blue for west.
A bowl of fresh clean water
A tree branch to touch the bowl when asking for purification
Walk round circle clockwise
Chant to the Spirit
What it is you will.
You may visualise this.
Then imagine a gift for the spirit
Sire Marcus Barracus.
Revised Madonna Monologue
What are you snaring at?
Strike a Praise
All it takes is Faith
Transform into newness
Change for the better
Step up to the alter
Greatness of Moses, David, John the Baptist, Joshua and Isaac
Courage to step out
Come as you are
Beautifully made
Come out the shade of darkness into Heaven’s guiding light
Spiritual Superstar
Watch the blessing take you far
Spiritual Vogue
This morning, love, the sky’s opaque
You are the spirit, you can see
Though spirit term seems rather vague
It emphasizes mystery
Relies on my imagination
A bit too much, as if implied
My faith in the divine ascension
But the first thing that comes to mind
Why it’s impossible to meet
Our Lord again, how could he be
Not recognized on crowded street
If he’d come down his folk to see
I guess that Jesus was repeated
In some of those who tried to care
And so the devil was defeated
In a fixed match for devil’s share
I don’t want to display a doubt
It always finds a way to show
Without flesh life makes no sound
In any kind of form we know
It’s all our fantasy and joy
Of the imagined world that is
Supposed to be a great deploy
To serve reality we miss.