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A group dedicated to those who enjoy reading/writing and sharing Christian poetry - covering all themes, eg. praise, hope, love, forgiveness, encouragement, God's creation, daily life ...the list goes on) ~ Free verse or rhymed ~ all abilities welcome. A place to discuss past, present, upcoming projects too!

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  2. Dear Lord, I didn’t listen When you said to count on you and go slow I didn’t listen When I felt that ting that something wasn’t right I didn’t listen I wanted to fix it I wanted to solve it I didn’t listen I pushed forward in my own strength Blinded by what I thought needed to be done I didn’t listen I thought I was doing right and that I was making a difference I didn’t listen Every time I put me in the picture I made wrong moves I allowed my thoughts, feelings and life to get to involved to quickly I did not ad-head to your warnings I did not listen, to you closely and intently along the way I veered off into a place that I know you weren't with me. I’m sorry Lord that I let go of you and grabbed onto me
  3. i agree. So many shy away from their emotions or somehow think their emotions make them weak or wrong. But my favorite verse that I originally memorized as a joke, but has become a cornerstone verse for me, is "Jesus wept." Emotions were not a part of the fall of man, which leads me to believe that although our emotions are imperfect due to our fallen nature, emotions themselves are a Divine attribute, that should be embraced in balance. I love how you balance true emotions with biblical truth and faith. It's honest and very relatable.
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    I love how you take this question and make it a statement at the end. It's powerful!
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    You're poems always portray such realistic emotion! John 10:27-30 27 My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me: 28 And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand. 29 My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father's hand. 30 I and my Father are one.
  6. This thorn in my side So deep and full of shame, whom shall I confide? The troubles at times are great Rendering me to believe this is my inevitable fate Unending suffering and struggle until the day I die To whom shall I rely? He’s been faithfully by my side His arms stretch far and wide To whom I shall rely Until the day I die
  7. I’m Tired of uncomfortable feelings that never cease Unending and tormenting, will I ever have peace Death seems inviting at this phase Somewhere I can run another place to hide my face I know there’s a spark somewhere, a hope just beyond the horizon Knowledge that the sun will surely rise again And that I’m not lost without ascertain I know the darkness doesn’t last forever Regardless of the repetitive and intruding thoughts of the one to dissever My life is in the hands of the Holy One forever and ever
  8. Beautiful!! Absolutely beautiful!
  9. Rolling peaks in the bleak void, Dizzying repetition of the mind it toyed. In soaking misery of the waters endless rush, The heart heaves a futile hope lost in the hush. Eternal feelings envelop the waters falling, Lost to the vastness of the failed calling. Swirling in the torrents of sorrows endless bend, Drowning in the fathomless depth of the winless trend. Purpose at last is cast without hope to send, No sail is seen come past, yet a man descend. Suspend to all reason, above the waters he do trod, With outstretched arms, he shines as the Son of God. Why he would brave to save such as one as I, Is beyond belief, yet here He is and there I lie. Yet his shelter is like the falling rays, Of spring, of summer, of all ends at bay. My hand he seeks and in loves embrace, I hover with him over the abyss in pace. I dare not let go lest then I should falter, Away from my sorrow he leads, this witness I, the Psalter.
  10. Looking at these verses again, something strikes me. Jesus could also have been using the parents of the children in an illustration to the disciples—not just referring to the children. It surely was an act of humility for the parents to act the way they did. The “Unless you come unto me” must have encouraged and reinforced the parents in their caring act of bringing the little ones. I don’t imagine the children willy-nilly running to Jesus without their parents’ permission. This of course makes the disciples asking Jesus to shoo the kids away somewhat astounding. The disciples were disregarding even the sincerity and caring shown by the parents. Today’s parents can take heart when child rearing seems perplexing. The mere, sincere act of trying to bring them to the feet of Jesus (a childlike act in itself) can lead parents to understand that raising up a child is all about compassion, not merely correction.
  11. My heart cries out, O Lord. Compassion bleeds out in despair. I know not what to do. But follow you I will. If I lose my standings among men, what is that to me? Your sacrifice has given me life and no man can take that from me. My prayer is not for myself. Not that I am perfect, I have sinned much and I ask you forgiveness. But my prayer is for your children and the lost. Give me the words to say. Give me the wisdom to do. Work in their hearts, Lord, to bring them to you. Break the chain of this culture, Lord. Bring revival to this land. Cleanse it from all unrighteousness like the days of old. Make me your tool, O Lord. Mold me, make me, use me to your own ends. Break the bonds of lies and tyranny. Bring your children to yourself and let not one fall from your hands.
  12. Delights; rays of glimmering hope, Encompassing passion of all for my Lord. Mirrored to imagine, without you to cope In distraught as David at Zitlag, a sword I would take up to rescue my love, in Love Of the Lord, I too love you and nothing can defeat My embrace, the strongest bond from above, Granted to you, with me, shared with a paid receipt.
  13. Every time I see a ray of sunshine come through the window, I know its you. Reminding me to keep going to keep following you. It means so much. Your encouragement through this journey has been a must. When the struggles keep on coming and I feel like running. Its you that keeps me grounded When I feel surrounded by troubles and they haven’t come subtle. Its you that finds me in those lost places I’ve struggled to have patience on this path I have held close to your word knowing that you are close to my heart.
  14. Thank you for pointing that error out Ragmuffin_John. I did not want it to say that. I meant Plaguing. I have happy to hear that this poem ministered to you. Thank you for sharing that with me.
  15. Yes! I believe God's Children are no respecters of age.
  16. This poem ministered to me a lot. On the 2nd line, did you intentionally write, "plaqueing" instead of "plagueing"? Even "plaqueing" works wonderfully, as it shows an unwanted, accumulating and impeding weight--that the Lord is graciously taking from you and replacing with His healing Self.
  17. Based on Matthew 18:10 (EHV): See to it that you do not look down on one of these little ones, because I tell you that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father who is in heaven. Father, do I have an angel before your Face, As much as little ones whom You embrace? Does mine minister, gesticulate And boast about my childlike ways? Do You then nod and full agree That my heart's playful, is ever trusting? Shall I not then come to Your Son, The Gatherer-in of little ones? Copyright information for the EHV: https://www.biblegateway.com/versions/Evangelical-Heritage-Version-EHV-Bible/#copy
  18. Wonderful. God's good will is worth the wait!
  19. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. I am not sure how much longer I can ponder your absence of mine to be found. It is better to be single, than to be married. Or so says the Saint, unless your passion be carried - Halt the parried wedding bells to be sound. If absence makes my yearning heart break, And passions distill for chastities sake, Then wait I must take, if God's plan I wish to be found. In a bank or in a safe, I wish to deposit My love to hold, in savings to bring composite; A peace. Now rouse it on time, O Lord, for your glory to sound.
  20. Time is the inconsistent constant. When you are having fun, it goes by fast; When you are bored out of your mind, it goes slow. When you are passionate it runs, and When you are uncertain, it is absolutely slothful. When you ponder your future, time stops, but When you ponder you past, time is gone. Time is a funny thing, It is something you can trust to always be there, Yet you will never have it when you need it. Time is a funny thing, it is the inconsistent constant.
  21. Thank you and thank you so much for the quote, its beautiful.
  22. Thank you, Jared Williams.
  23. So honest and true. I think so many times we get desensitized in our society to all that occurs. I think it is very good to be reminded of where our innocence should remain and placing our hope in the coming victory of Jesus!
  24. No color of sound or sight could ever measure up. No voice of vividness or eloquence could ever depict, No smile or laugh could ever capture, No majestic mountain or serene water could ever captivate; No though could express, no word could explain - Sight is blurred and hands go numb at its entrance: The head goes deaf, numb, and dumb as a forethought Of merely attempting to extrapolate this feeling, As this incompetent mouth attached to this pen Tries to make this pittance of an effort, In the attempt to describe the indescribable; End point, in fact, that I love you.

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