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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. I love this....I can feel the unity and fulfillment of the promise. Excellent poem
  3. Wherever you go, Ruth sang to Naomi. It is what we sing to each other, given and received through the fount of holiness. Dedicated on the day we promised God and each other, unity. Renewed whenever your hand is within mine. Wherever you go I shall go. My tears and my laughter will be there beside you. My embrace will be about you. Whenever we a distant, along the road, we draw each other close, always waiting around the bend for the one we promised to walk beside.
  4. I keep coming back to this poem to ponder the words. Comforting and drives me toward the Word.
  5. (after reading Psalms 127:1-2) More imminent than coming rays of day is the blessed Son, who by His word pours hope at night, assurance He will come. For if by breathing life extends again then new life will run on to intersect the clouds on high or faith-walk toward an engaged horizon.
  6. (after reading Gospel of John 11:1-44) Jesus prayed, on the outskirts of Bethany, We heard Him thank the Father before anything, The kind of prayer only the Son could pray, Yet the words He spoke were like leaving holy seed, “You always hear me”, talking to the Father so free, Astounding confidence, His words Bypassed any free-fall on the way to Abba’s ears, “For the benefit” of others gathered around a cave, So that the power of God would open doors Of our misunderstood mortality, That we might believe the things the Lord calls forth, And before receiving--know there was a sovereign sending.
  7. Maureen and Donald, thank you for the feedback :)
  8. A faith that embodies the soul Rendering answers and imposing its toll To questions I thought I would never know Holding tight to the promises You chose to bestow On days I'm happy and days I feel real blue Giving me a hope that carries me through While You purify, cleanse and renew A once shattered heart that You chose to redeem and make brand new
  9. (I thought I'd write very short story in a quasi-poem style) Jesus of Nazareth? How could that be? His parents left us in Egypt, when I was a toddler, playing. Mine had moved to Egypt from the Cyrene, the carpenter's family, from the Galilee. My mother often told me about a strange glow from Mary, and said, “Mark my word, that kind of peace will have a history.” Years after Joseph and family departed from Egypt, my parents recalled the blessing of that infant, “We can’t tell the times, that after having held him, it seemed we were the ones who were comforted!” When at the Temple, I heard Jesus preach, and learned he was the son of Joseph and Mary, the stories of my mother and father flooded in my crying. Was this truly the one who had been a neighbor to me? The thought exploded when I heard “Nazarene”. When some from the Romans demanded I help with the Cross, we bonded once more, under such weight, impending loss. But I noticed his kindness, even under torment, was just like the time when he told of chicks and the mother hen. Jesus so grappled to lay hold of the Cross, with that same protective instinct, like a hen over us, that I felt a surge to help, although we were blatantly bossed. We struggled to Golgotha, he in pain, I in sorrow. I stayed there to witness him leave me again. And later, after Jesus appeared in the City of David, I laughed in holy-shock, “Why am I not surprised? He is my Friend!”
  10. Oh Church, rejoice in the Scriptures given to you . . . Me and my KJV, printed 1873, words flow poetic, and it would hectic if one were a heretic holding such beauty. Why ring these words as if to romance me? Although we know language is non-sacrosanct? Sounds so connected and lovingly crafted contrast day-to-night with our self-possessed pace. “Unto thee lift I up mine eyes”, oh the promise,+ the hint we could will to praise to You every day!++ __________ + Psalms 123:1 ++ Ephesians 2:8-9
  11. Hi Shirley, I love your beautiful and tender song lyrics, written straight from the heart. It's such a wonderful reflection of the precious love of our Lord, Who carries us during those difficult times. God bless you!
  12. Thank you so much Nikki for your kind words. God bless ❤️
  13. Thank you so much Nikki for your kind words. God bless ❤️
  14. I enjoyed your poem Nikki ... beautiful, heartfelt and tender words! God bless x
  15. Hi MaryKaithe, I really enjoyed your poem, beautifully written with wonderful imagery! God bless!
  16. Maribel


    Freedom Funny how the mundane can cheer me Clean sheets, clean clothes, clean mugs My bed made, the floor swept, no dust on the stairs A quiet house – not needing repairs; no leaks, no breaks. Funny how I love to sit by the stairs, the breeze on my face Gazing at the stars and the moon fringed in yellow and white No bags on my shoulder and back, all loads on the floor Feet unshod, legs bare and free of pants, no sleeves on my arms. Freedom comes in many ways without shedding blood Or marching on the streets. I taste freedom when I peel bananas No packaging to tear. No trash can for me-all I need is the ground I feel freedom when I shed off my clothes and walk barefooted.
  17. (I'm hoping "dually" is a word!) What reminds more I’m mortal, my shadow under sun or moon’s shadowy portal? Which poses more God’s glory, landscape’s full illumination or a lake’s nocturnal story? Which favors most mankind? In which might angels boast most fully? It’s said we mustn’t take for granted, yet embrace we this grace dually. Dually, by angels; dually, by man. Under sun and moon mortals; under orbs, the angel fans.
  18. Ooo...very strong and full of truth.
  19. Hi Lynn. Thanks for dropping in :)

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