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Trumpets Of Renewal

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Resurrection

 

 

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TRUMPETS OF RENEWAL
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Lilies ….. silent trumpets

of joy, healing, and fragrance…

broadcasting

in all directions

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-saiom shriver-

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Cactus And Lily

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Miracles
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CACTUS AND LILY
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A Christmas cactus was
retrieved from the apartment
building dumpster.
Then a friend gave me an
Easter lily... I told her to give
it to someone else... that I
was not taking on any new dependency
relationships. A week
later a church custodian handed
me another Easter lily....
he was preparing to toss.
The blooming lily was put next to the
cactus which bloomed for the first
time in many moons this week.

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-Saiom Shriver-

 

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Such A Love As His

 


Such A Love As His

 

Upon a  wooden Cross, He hung,

He knew it was His predestination,

That He die for crimes, He did not commit,

To save us all, from sin's damnation.

 

Willingly, He stretched out His arms,

And took those nails, instead of you and me.

Wiping away, all of our falls from Grace,

As He died there, upon that rugged tree.

 

There's only one way, we can repay Him-

In giving Him, our own heart for redemption.

And in an instant of, His flawless Love,

He gives us each, His pure exemption.


For such a Love as His, is timeless,

And comes with no limit, nor any end.

Because no one has ever, loved me like,

My Lord Jesus...My Truest Friend.


 

 

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The Easter Bunny (60 second challenge)

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60 second poems

The Easter Bunny,
hopping through the night.
Leaving the children
little surprises.
A little egg here,
and another one here!

He hops quickly,
having to get to
a lot of houses
in just one nite!
The Easter Bunny!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A 60 second challenge poem! I hope you like it!

Easter When I Was Younger

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Holidays

When I was younger,
Easter seemed to be
about waking up early,
and running to wake up
my mom, and my sister!

Then we'd hurry outside,
with a basket, or
sometimes, just a bag.
My sister and I would
run all over the yard,
grabbing each and every
egg that we could find!

When we were sure
that there was not
any more eggs to find,
we'd bring them all
back to mom.

She would let us
crack the babies open,
and drop all the candy
into one, ginormous pile!

The process was:
Pour the eggs
carefully out,
grab an egg,
pull on it until it popped open,
drop the candy into the growing pile,
and place the egg into the basket
that we picked for the empty eggs.

We would do this,
over and over again,
until we had emptied
every single one of the eggs!
Then mom would come over,
and she would help us
divide the pile of candy up evenly.

We could then trade the candy,
if there was something
that we didn't like, in our piles.

After the egg hunt,
we'd spend the rest of the day,
doing whatever fun thing
we could do at home!

Our Easter was a fun thing,
when I was younger.
Easter when I was younger,
was fast paced, and fun.
We'd run around,
hyped up on candy!

Squealing and laughing,
jumping and running,
skipping and galloping
sashaying and the grapevine,
having fun and goofing around,
until the candy high wore off,
and we'd trudge inside exhausted!
But only for a while!
Then we'd do it again!

Yes, Easter when I was younger,
what a fun time,
of carefreeness
and freedom!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about what easter was like when I was younger. Please let me know what you think, both complements and criticism are welcome!

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A Sonnet for Good Friday

A day of wrath fully deserved by me
The day righteousness demands sacrifice
Blood must spill for transgressions are many
Not the least the sins by my flesh enticed
Those hours of anguish befit my crime
Beheld by Christ my salvation secured
Atonement came in Yahweh’s blessed time
By Jesus propitiation secured
And long anticipated hope at last
Holds promise of joy in that day of grief
A day of grace to break the riddle’s fast
When sinners receive merciful reprieve
For an answer of Godly love we cried
Found when sinners are at last justified

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