Tag: religion
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Trusting in God Instead of Your Understanding Poem
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Be My Vision Be the eyes through which I see – so that I may not gaze into the past with regret or worry about what’s before me. In past, present, and future let me only see you and your will. May I not be obsessed with the weather in my life – so…
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The Light Shines In the Darkness – A Photo Taken at Dawn
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“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.”
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Narcissus and God – A Poem
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My feelings for you swing like a pendulum, driven by the forces of gravity; pulled back down by life’s realities and the weather during these ever-changing seasons of my life. I have hated you. I have loved you. I have sought you and found nothing but empty space. I have sought you and found the…
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Wandering – A Christian Poem About Guilt
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Your commandments loom over me, Blinding my eyes like a bright light in the midst of darkness. It hurts my eyes and causes me to turn away From the angelic presence of your glory. Isn’t this the essence of the human story, Locked in a constant battle with our foolish hearts Year after year choosing…
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The Problem of Man – A Christian Poem
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The Problem of Man – A Christian Poem You whisper to me in shades of sadness, Silently stammering like a broken record Skipping over the same ol’ speech. What do I do with this madness – This sinful desire that corrupts my heart with each new beat? I welcome you with open arms The moment…
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My Conceited Heart – A Christian Poem About Turning Away From God
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Is it your will that we should become strangersThe moment I become a stranger to pain?The wind howls your lonely lullabyAs I drift on forgetting your name. Your deliverance is a selfless actWrapped up and gifted as incomparable love -Your omniscient knowledge knowing we will turn awayThe second you stop the tears of our flood.…
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The Lamb Who Sanctifies – A Christian Poem
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The Lamb Who Sanctifies – A Christian Poem What peace, what hope What incomparable growth That sprouts from the True Vine. What love, what joy To be employed – To do the work of the Divine. Oh, the rapture brought forth from your pain. Wrath appeased, the Lamb is slain. Hyssop branches sprinkle your blood…
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