Latest Poems
Here you will find poems about God, faith and many other topics dear to Christians.
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Favored of the Lord
II Cor. 6:2 KJV: (For he saith, I have heard thee in a time accepted, and in the day of salvation have I succoured thee: behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.) We can all be favored by the Lord by accepting His salvation.
II Cor. 6:2 KJV: (For he saith, I have heard thee in a time accepted, and in the day of salvation have I succoured thee: behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.) We can all be favored by the Lord by accepting His salvation.
by Raydene Nash
Because He loved us so
A poem for Easter, inspired by the Passion narrative in the Gospels. In my poem, the focus is on Jesus’ indescribable mental agony; the pain of separation from God He went through on the cross.
A poem for Easter, inspired by the Passion narrative in the Gospels. In my poem, the focus is on Jesus’ indescribable mental agony; the pain of separation from God He went through on the cross.
My Peace Is Jesus
With in the reality of pain and suffering, can anyone actually relate to an individuals own deep down emotional struggle?Understanding and learning about Jesus will shed light on the darkest heart.
With in the reality of pain and suffering, can anyone actually relate to an individuals own deep down emotional struggle?Understanding and learning about Jesus will shed light on the darkest heart.
ONE HAIR HERE AND ONE HAIR THERE
We all get older and the body changes. Some put on weight; others get wrinkles; others get sagging muscles; some get ill, and some start to lose their hair. This poem is about the loss of hair and the expectation we will all be perfect one day.
We all get older and the body changes. Some put on weight; others get wrinkles; others get sagging muscles; some get ill, and some start to lose their hair. This poem is about the loss of hair and the expectation we will all be perfect one day.