Christianity

True Father

Words and commands for death fill the air
With blood being splattered everywhere
He calls himself the Father, but no love does he bring
When I look around all there is, is pain, horror and suffering

Many follow under his ugly name
But little know of his full game
They think they spread the messages of love
But little do they know the evil from above

Their leader is all powerful, but does no good
Their leader is everywhere, but might as well wear a hood
Their leader is all loving, but kills
What poor fated men should suffer from these ills

I have one true father, but it is not he
For mine I am born from, he is part of my family
He is not all powerful, but my hero none the less
He is one of many things, I don't not want this evil god to bless.

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Thank you

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Every night I sit down by my bed
Praying to God
Thanking him for all that he have giving me

He helped me through all the hard time
He was there when I was sad
And I love him for it

I have done so many bad things in life
Taking the wrong road in life
But you showed me the right way
You showed me life

And now I sit by my bed
Thanking him
For sending an angel to me

I love you and I love God

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Longing

You are so dear, so close to me
And through these trying years
You've stood beside me faithfully
You've caught my many tears

I know we've never been apart
You've felt my pain and joy
You've held and healed my wounded heart
Each doubt and fear destroyed

You've been my friend, my sweet relief
My Daddy, wise and strong
You've held me, loved me, rescued me
For one more thing I long

I long to hold your nail-pierced hands
And kiss each precious scar
The wounds that broke this sinner's bands
So beautiful and marred

I want to look into your eyes
Those wells of strength and grace
And thank you for the love that binds
To tell you face to face

When in your arms, Oh that great day!
My every dream's fulfilled
You paid the price, you made the way
Your grace this moment willed

I'll lay my head upon your chest
And shed sweet tears of joy
The sorrow of each trial and test
This moment has destroyed

Until that sweet reunion day
I'll hope and love and grow
And live and dream and work and pray
For grace your face to know

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The Song of Hope

Today a cloud surrounded me of fog so dark and cold
The sorrow ‘round me as mist swirled, no sunbeams to behold
But in the blackest, darkest hour I heard a dove’s low song
I looked behind me, side to side, to find the dove I longed
But seems to me that from my heart these gentle wings gave beat
On the sweet dove cooed her song—the song of eternity

In the dark the small dove sang of everlasting light
The cold mist seemed to melt away at visions of no night
With joy and gladness my heart leaped when came the chorus of no sorrow
How strong and courageous my heart grew with no fear of tomorrow
No sad goodbyes and bitter tears, no misunderstandings there
The sweet dove cooed her soothing song—this song expelled despair

She sang of my Redeemer’s arms that soon would hold me near
Of how I’d meet those gone before whom my heart held so dear
Of rest, and peace, and happiness; of forest, plain, and hills
Of streets of gold, a city bright through which flow clearest rills
And soon my lips began to sing of what only faith can see
My heart cooed the sweet dove’s song—the song written for me

I’ve had as many ups as downs, I’ve known both pain and pleasure
But only during darkest times my soul renews this treasure
For in a rose, a friend, a laugh, I have the smallest ration
A vision of the joys ahead which God for me has fashioned
A glance across sweet Heaven’s shore, just a little peek
Not needed is the sweet dove’s song—this song so low and meek

So low her song it can’t be heard in busyness and mirth
It isn’t heard in times of plenty, only in the dearth
In the loneliness of mourning, when mouth and heart both groan
In sorrow’s blackness when I feel forsaken, all alone
In the stillness of the night when my poor heart is torn
The sweet dove swells a mighty song— her song breaks forth as morn

So for today, I venture through this mist no more afraid
For in the dark I see a light, the way for me is laid
Ever since the world began, daylight comes after evening
The morning to which I press on is real and never-ending
For now my Saviour’s given me this song to help me through
The name of this sweet song is Hope— A hope I have in view

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Not Just Another Country Life

Well I knew God since I was three
Side-line sitter was fine with me
But that’s not where He wanted me to be
So He gave me just another country life

Well, I forgot God
Went my own way
Didn’t think how much I’d pay
The route I traveled was plain to see
It was based on only me
Lost my family
Lost my friends
But that’s not where the story ends
Even my dog, and my girl
They were all gone in a whirl
And the only person left was me
And I’m not very good company
And it’s real hard to be filled with the Spirit
When I’m full of me
I can’t even hear it
So I left God for pain and strife
Just another country life…..

Just another country life
Lose the dog, lose the wife
Lose all you got just for yourself
Live your own little Hell
Never go back, never prayin’
Never admit the Good Lord’s savin’
Spend all I have just on me
Cry some, never being free

Then I changed route…

And I headed back
No more “Me”
Want to be back in God’s company
Want to be filled by the Spirit so sweet
Tellin’ good news gives you beautiful feet
God gave me back my dog and girl
My friends and family around me twirl
No longer gonna live for me
Cause how boring would that be?
I’m fully God’s and His to use
In any way that He’d choose
So full of life and now I’m free
To live more than just another country life

Not just another country life
I found God, love my wife
Give all you got and give yourself
Never gonna go to Hell
Never go back, Always prayin’
Never forget the Good Lord’s savin’
God’s given me eternity
Cry some, now I’m always free

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another attempt at a Country song.... Enjoy!

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Rape

When they'd invite him over,
you thought he was your friend,
until he'd lock you in your bathroom,
and rape you till no end.
He threatened that he'd kill you,
if you ever told a soul,
You were his secret sex toy,
and you were only seven years old.

The day you told me,
something in me died.
For the first time in my life,
everything made me cry.
Our sex triggered memories,
you didn't know you had.
I know it's not my fault,
but I wish I could take it back.

I did everything to help you,
and I found you a therapist.
I held your hand through the hardest part,
when you wanted to tell your parents.
They weren't that surprised to hear the news,
but what angered me the most,
that night, Tori recalled something too.

After that visit,
things spiraled out of control.
Your mom defended him,
"He was only seven years old."

She refused to delete him from Facebook,
and she refused to let you too.
She called me "jealous and controlling",
and convinced me that I am hurting you.

"As Christians, Tara, we must forgive."
That is, until she found out about our sex,
then she forced you to admit to your "sins".

I'll never forget those final days.
You yelled at me as if I were him,
and you defended him as if he were me.
You dumped me to obey your crazy family.

Months later, I saw his comment on your wall.
It was then I realized, in a way, I was raped too.
Weren't we all?

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Thank God I Am Of The Few

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Light and Dark

As I sit, and I pray
I watch the sun bring a new day
I grieve for those so far lost
In their ways; high is the cost
Would it not be better, can they not see
The love Almighty God has given to me?
But the way is narrow to his place
And as I look into His face
I see the sorrow, His crying there
For His children who no longer care
I left you Lord! I spat in your face
I followed evil, my disgrace
It was not placed on me, my decision
Had set me up for Hell's derision
Then you took my place, your first born
The sun rose on my new morn
Now here am I, white and new
Living here, with your few
But I still grieve for those lost
For their decisions have such a cost
Eternal death away from you
Thank God that I am of your few.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Originally a reply to Envy from her poem Please; I kind of liked it myself. Enjoy

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Jesus Attorney at Law

POEM#8 JESUS ATTORNEY AT LIFE

STANDING BEFORE THE COURTHOUSE AGAIN, I HAVE A NEW LAWYER AND AM FREE FROM MY SIN, THE BUILDING HAS BEAUTY LIKE IT’S FROZEN IN TIME BECAUSE THE EYES THAT NOW SEE IT ARE FACING NO CRIME, THE WORLD LOOKS SO FINE,
FROM DESPAIR OF ADDICTION TO A NEW STATE OF MIND IN A BOOK CALLED THE BIBLE MY LIFE I DID FIND, NOW THE SMELLS AND THE SENSES RETURN TO MY MIND SLOWLY BUT SURELY THEY BEGIN TO REMIND , THAT I’M STILL ALIVE,
AS IF I WERE A SURVIVOR RETURNING FROM WAR, THE PAIN AND THE KAOS I CAN NOW CLOSE THAT DOOR, JUST LIKE A CITY IN WHICH I’VE NEVER BEEN I MUST NOW LEARN TO NAVIGATE LIFE ONCE AGAIN,
THIS NEW LAWYER I HAVE IN WHOM I DELIGHT HAS WRITTEN ME INSTRUCTIONS ON HOW TO LIVE RIGHT, A MAP IF YOU WILL FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHT,
IT’S NOT GOING TO BE EASY AT THIS STAGE IN THE GAME MY MIND AND MY BODY I’VE POISONED NEAR LAME, IF I DON’T READ MY BIBLE LIFE STAYS THE SAME, I MUST DO WHAT IT SAYS OR IT’S DEATH NOT A GAME,
AS I DEPART FROM THE COURTHOUSE MY FREEDOM INTACT, GOD’S TAKEN MY HAND I NEED NEVER LOOK BACK.

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200 words

“ 200 WORDS”

I want to talk about the friction, that we encounter as a Christian,
we’re not the same we’re on a mission, the world now sees our lives as fiction
they loved us so in our addiction, when they controlled our life’s ambition,
they can’t accept our new convictions, gifted to us by crucifixion,
when we were lost without correction, their pockets lined with our affection,
for the dope they sent in our direction, to keep us trapped out of the action,
the devils plan their satisfaction,
so if you’re tired of limitations check out the book of Lamentations,
they tried to test Gods’ patience, they worshipped the creations, of other nations,
and messed up their situation,
that’s just one book of our instructions, written to save us from destruction
we lived a life of depravation, from Gods’ salvation, lost in fornication, with no foundation,
consumed by self elation, to our own anialation ,
the death of every nation, the compensation, from the book of Revelation,
now we fight every temptation , with new found determination,
written in Jesus’ proclamation about salvation, four gospel invitations
in New Testament locations, to save the nations,
from eternal condemnation……. Gods’ invitation.

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