A Page of Beautiful Poetry.

A New Page of Poetry


Reflections

High above a mountain top,
Beneath a clear blue sky,
I sit and think about my life
And watch the birds fly by.

I gaze around in wonder,
At the beauty of the earth;
How I'm blessed to be here,
So grateful for my birth.

I think about my struggles,
When life was going wrong,
But then, I thank my God,
He made me big and strong.

I thank Him for the blessings,
He's bestowed along the way,
And thank Him for the love
He's shown me, each new day.

As I bask in His protection,
I do my best to spread His word.
And, if I touch one other soul.
I know His voice was heard.


© by Marian Jones
Marion.Jones1@btinternet.com

 

MY HEARTS DESIRE
~By Monique Nicole Fox~

Within the stirrings of my hearts desire
God speaks to me
God leads me to a more fulfilling life
like being a man's soul mate and/or wife

The essence of my hearts desire
whatever it may be
is always attainable cause God loves me

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MY KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR
~By Monique Nicole Fox~

Everyday I give thanks; I pray; I am kneeled
Cause God, you are my protector; my shield
You stop evil in it's track; you make it yield
You fight for me on life's battlefield
You rescue me from hurt and pain; from an emotional ordeal
You are my knight in shining armor; a heavenly appeal; a spiritual ideal

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MY SACRED COMPANION
~By Monique Nicole Fox~

God is my scared companion
God is my friend
God is my confidant
who lovingly and patiently listens to me
whether I am expressing my deepest concerns
or my highest hopes
God comforts me and helps me cope
with the cards I am dealt
and the negativity and sorrows sometimes felt
God whips me back to reality with his divine belt
I lift up my prayers on bended knee I am knelt
Cause God is the power and the glory
A wonder father and child story

E-mail Monique at MNFOXX@aol.com

Meet Nicole, Click here!
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Happiness Is ...


WALKING WITH THE LORD.
FREEDOM FROM BONDAGE.
OBEYING HIS WORD.

HAVING A CLEAN HEART.
FORGIVING OTHERS.
GETTING A FRESH START.

PRAISING HIM.
SWEET ADORATION.
BEING A BLESSING.

WATCHING YOUR SEED GROW.
IN HEART FELT SINGING.
DEFEATING SATAN.

GOD'S ANSWERING PRAYER.
HEALING FROM WITHIN.
LEARNING HIS TRUTHS.

KNOWING THAT JESUS
SHOWED HIS LOVE TOWARD YOU.



Isaiah 66:14


© by Joyce C. Lock

True Happiness


Whatever problem, worry, or care -
Bring it to Jesus. He's always there.

Whenever your heart does meet with His,
Then you know what true happiness is.



John 16:24



© by Joyce C. Lock

Heal the Inner Man


Lord, we want to be a witness.
You are our very best friend.
Lord, we love you truly;
Our paths to never end.

Send a revival
Touching souls within.
Open hearts to worship,
Sing 'till battles you win.

Come with your Spirit.
Heal the inner man.
Let us rejoice together
and love you once again.


© by Joyce C. Lock

Things Aren't Always
What They Seem


A voice crying in the wilderness,
"Help make my path straight."
For one who is lame
Can't make if through the gate.

A heart full of pain.
A life full of woe.
None sought his name.
Where else could he go?

Falling on his knees,
Making prayer his aim -
Then came the MASTER,
Who led him through the flame.

Tears of sorrow vanished,
When paths were made straight.
Never to be the same,
Walking through Heaven's gate.



Romans 10:20



© by Joyce C. Lock

 

None Considered


When I observe Heaven, the work of the Master's hands;

The foundation and the wall - the measure of a man,

The pearly gates (devotion being ever so real),

His lovely jewels and glass that's crystal clear,

Walking down streets paved in pure gold;

None considered what Heaven is to the LORD.

© by Joyce C. Lock

 

Matters of the Heart


When your heart aches for something
most precious to your life;
God has placed that heartache,
as He grieves in your strife.

When your heart aches for something,
God wants that for you, too;
For He sent His Spirit,
who resideth in you.

When your heart aches for something,
it's time for a fresh start;
As He forever cares
in matters of the heart.


Proverbs 4:23
I John 3:21-22, 24

© by Joyce C. Lock

THE VERY BEST CHOICE


The Holy Spirit (that voice within)
Will answer us, when we ask of Him.
He is our conscience and is our guide.
His word is true and He can't lie.

We have confidence when we ask of Him,
For His answer is wiser than men.
Thus, when we obey that inner voice,
We know we've made the very best choice.

I John 2:27

© by Joyce C. Lock

 

OPEN DOORS


I came to your doorstep all tattered and torn,
Regretting the day I was even born.

You opened the door wide and said to come in.
You talked of Jesus, said I could trust Him.

I got down on my knees and began to pray.
Still am rejoicing you were there that day.

Your seed has blessed me much more than you know.
I'm giving you thanks by helping it grow.

Someone came to my door, just the other day.
I gladly opened the door all the way.

John 4:36

© by Joyce C. Lock

Your Best Friend


When you've lost everything that your whole life you did win,
And there's no way you can begin to pick up again;

There's only one way to take control of your life
And be victorious over all of the strife.

Give your heart to Jesus. Just give your whole life to Him.
All He ever wanted was to be your best friend.

© by Joyce C. Lock

 

IF I WERE CALLED


If I were called to teach,
I'd give it my best.
If I were called to preach,
I'd better pass the test.
If I were called to reach,
I'd do it with much zest.
If I were called to each,
I'd surely need some rest.

Matthew 11:29b


© by Joyce C. Lock


Becoming One ...


Two individuals, walking alone,
Reach out to take God's hand ...
A joining of hearts to what His will is,
Melting their hearts as His own.

© by Joyce C. Lock


The Man on Your Throne


People are everywhere, yet walk alone, it seems.
God wants to love you in ways you've never dreamed.

He'll go with you, protect you, and call you His own.
Let God be your husband, the man on your throne.


© by Joyce C. Lock


A Blessing to You


Minister to the saved. Minister to the lost.
Minister to each other
Without your counting the cost.

Be there for each other, as God asks you to do.
Showing His love toward others
Will be a blessing to you.

© by Joyce C. Lock

 

Sharing


Share your seed and watch it grow -

Then you'll know the joy of giving.

Share yourself and your whole life,

Then you'll know the joy of living!

© by Joyce C. Lock

 

Children of the King


If Birds can Sing
and Fly with Wings,

Enjoying the Ping
of Mountain Springs.

Hearing Nature Ring
of Melodious Things,

How much more can we,
Being Children of the King.

© by Joyce C. Lock

Changing the World


You can Change the World
By the Thoughtful Things you do,
Making a Difference -
Letting God's Love Shine through.

Reaching Out to Help others,
With Compassion He gave You,
Multiplies His Seed -
Making hearts Brand New.

© by Joyce C. Lock

 

Before God Can


Before God Can give us more,
We must learn to appreciate where we are.

Before God can help us grow,
We must learn in whom the answer does bestow.

Before God can give us love,
We must learn that all blessings are from above.

Before God can answer prayer,
We must learn to keep our motives always pure.

Before God can give us might,
We must learn to not ever give up His fight.

Before God can give us pow'r,
We must learn to remember just who's we are.

© by Joyce C. Lock


There's No Place Like It


There's no place like forgiveness,
down deep within your heart.

There's no place like cleanliness,
where sin first got it's start.

There's no place like some laughter,
where sadness once contained.

There's no place like having joy,
where contentment remains.

There's no place like fulfillment,
where emptiness once lived.

There's no place like in living,
once you've learned how to give.

© by Joyce C. Lock

 

CHILDREN OF THE KING


We are royalty, children of the KING.
He gives us power over rulers and things.
The world's our oyster. God is our shell,
To help save people from a horrible hell.

When building His Kingdom as we are told.
God is forever bringing in the fold.
Together, we make a perfect team.
May we remember, we're Children of the KING.


© by Joyce C. Lock

Life’s Sunset

When that day arrives, that is destined to come to me and all,
Lord help me to be ever ready, when Jesus comes on me to call.
Help me to make it a habit to pray for family, friends, and me -
So, at life’s Sunset, it's the beauty of Heaven there we shall see.

Bless our souls and bless our country, in all things great or small,
That we might be ready to go with Thee, when Jesus comes to call.
In that great tomorrow, things will appear to be what they are not.
But, let us not let Satan put on our hearts a darkened blot.

Life’s sunset will be so wonderful for all of Gods’ children to see.
'Tis going to be in a new garden of Eden, where we hope to ever be -
Kneeling to the Father, who sits and rules from His brilliant throne,
Waiting to bring the glorious sunset - to truly bring us on home.

We will go from sunset to SONrise, in the quiet twinkling of an eye,
There to be with the Holy Trinity Three; in the sweet by and by.
No man hath seen the Glory of the Father. Yet, Jesus lives in a true heart,
Yielding all things to Him, and from us He will never, ever, part.

He is the one who made the universe, including each sunrise and sunset.
So, let us go, marching forward to His bidding, always believing in Him yet;
As did our forefathers, in the days of yore, doing His will each day -
To see the brilliant Sunrise, from life’s sunset, where we’ll forever be.



© 2001-2002 by Pearlie Duncan Walker
http://sitepalace.com/wildfern
http://kavitanjali.com/poets2/wildfern.htm

 





Amnesty For Me



I was looking this whole world over, my sin to hide, you see.
My heart didn't yet know my Lord. You'd given me amnesty.
No one told me, my Lord, that You had set me free.
But since, dear Jesus, I've found you died for me.

That's why I came to meet Thee, down at the altar, one day;
Knowing, in my heart, my sins, You'd surely take away.
And since that day, when Thou washed me clean in Thy sight,
I know in my heart, I have amnesty. I have seen the light.

On an old rugged Cross, heavy to bear, my sins You wiped away;
Made them white as the snow upon the mountain top, today.
What can I do but tell the world all about Thee,
That You washed away my sins and gave me amnesty?

How could I not sing to Glory, all that befell me my Lord ...
How You saved me by grace, of Thine own sweet accord?
And also, all who will believe and trust in Thy sweet word,
I'd like to tell them of the sweetest story I've ever heard.

It was like I belonged in prison, so great was the shame;
Downtrodden and weary, 'til I heard of Thy name.
Tell them a name like none other can, to Glory set them free.
For it's our sweet Savior, the King of Kings, who grants amnesty.



© 2001-2002 by Pearlie Duncan Walker
http://sitepalace.com/wildfern
http://kavitanjali.com/poets2/wildfern.htm


 

THE SHEPHERD



The sheep were baaing, going astray,
Needing a shepherd to lead the way.
Where would they find one, this soul of man?
Could there be one in Canaan land?

Maybe in the land of Galilee,
Where He walked and prayed by the sea?
Maybe from the land of Israel He'll come;
From where He was born, in the city of Jerusalem.

Our Shepherd did come to us, to take our sin
Upon himself, the Cross to bear, our souls to win.
His Father, from above, sent Him as a gift to all
Upon Whose name they were willing to call.

He is still our Shepherd, our Savior, and King.
If we accept Him, kindness and mercy He'll bring.
Upon all who love Him, forgiveness He will bestow.
And all the hills we have to climb, This, our Shepherd with us will go.


© 2000 by Pearlie Duncan Walker
http://sitepalace.com/wildfern
http://kavitanjali.com/poets2/wildfern.htm




THE RAGING STORM


There's a raging storm in life, which is very hard to bear;
The strife in life, a constant battle raging there.
Over souls of good and evil, with God's help we have to win.
As evil tries to overcome, we just pick up our cross, again.

Go marching on, as did our Savior, when He was accused
Of unthinkable things ... His body and soul, sorely, abused
By these evil men of Satan, the battle to rage on, still,
Angered and determined not to do our Savior's will.

Sometimes, in thinking of all the shame and sorrow which came
To my Lord, tears roll down my cheeks, unashamed.
It breaks my heart in two, to know how some would put Him on a cross
When all He ever did to anger them was to save His children from loss.

That was two thousand years ago. Still, the battle rages on.
But on someday, tomorrow, when all battles are over, the war will be won;
Not by Satan and his helpers, but the soldiers of God's pure love ...
With Him knowing, all the while, His Father was waiting up above.

So one day, the raging will be finished. It's by our own Father's will
That much love, from up above, to the overflowing of our heart's He'll fill.
Marching on to victory, the hill to climb is long and hard.
But, every step will be worth it, when we come into our sweet reward.


© 2000 by Pearlie Duncan Walker
http://sitepalace.com/wildfern
http://kavitanjali.com/poets2/wildfern.htm

"Break Down Those Walls"

Went for a walk had questions in my mind Wanted to run from my troubles
leave them all behind; Although, running never solved anything for me
I've ran for years trying to be free;

Running I've learned doesn't help me at all It only seems to build up
stronger high walls; I used to think that keeping up walls was good I
could never get hurt, or be misunderstood;

Now I see my thinking was all wrong I have to break down those high
walls and try to be strong; These walls were a way of protection for me
Didn't want the hurt to show, or others to see;

The hardest thing is breaking down these walls Every situation I've
been through my heart still recalls; The suffering, the sorrow and pain
Until I face things I'll go through it again;

Lord, I pray You give me the wisdom to work it all out I pray You
strengthen me and help me not to doubt; Lord, I know not what to say or
do With all these walls I've built how do I break through;

I know I've built them in times of despair I pray that I remain in
Your tender loving care; Lord, lift me up from the state I'm in Help me
to stand up and start over again;
I seek Your face, Your strength, and Wisdom too Lord, help me I pray to
break down those walls and start anew;

I thank you Lord for hearing my prayer I pray for those who have walls
built up to beware; I pray this poem touches their hearts And that you
grant them a new start.

~Karen A. Kotze~


OLD AGE AND MEMORIES

When shades of night begin to fall,
And shadows lengthen on the wall,
My thoughts roll back to days of yore;
Like waves that gently lap the shore.

The youth I lost, so long ago.
Just where it went, I do not know.
Too soon, a young man took his place.
Then, age replaced that smiling face.

The child I raised, from very birth,
Has gone to find his place on earth.
He, too, will find that time flies by.
'Tis but a twinkle of God's eye.

I live my memories, o'er and o'er,
And wonder if I could have done more.
Not one of those days were perfect spent.
And yet, the next was duly sent.

I tried and tried, with all my might,
But never did get one just right.
I've lived for many thousand days;
A testament to God's patient ways.

And now, my memories, good and bad,
Remind me of the chance I had
To live my life the way I should;
To shun the bad, embrace the good.

And yet, I trod the time worn road.
I walked alone, with heavy load;
Too proud to think that God would care,
My many burdens to gladly share.

And then, one day, I was wholly spent.
So, down from heaven, His Son He sent.
Not only did He lift my earthly load,
But put me back on the narrow road.

So now, my mind is full at ease,
No longer tossed like heavy seas.
Whatever life, now, has in store,
I have a haven on yonder shore.

It's not a prize that I have won,
But the gift, from God, of His precious Son.


© by Robert Winters
arwin@comteck.com

REFLECTIONS


I walk among these weathered stones,
That cast their shadow o’er whited bones,
And wonder what if it should be,
That I were them and they were me.

Then, they should live and love and toil,
And I should lie beneath the soil:
No more to feel the morning sun
Or cooling breeze, when day is done ...

But lie at rest ‘til heavens call,
To judgement day for one and all;
To answer for your deeds on earth,
And weigh the scales of heavenly worth.

I know some dead would dearly crave
A second chance, their soul to save.
But, once they end their earthly strife,
Too late to change their score in life.

So, e’er I hear from heavens throne,
I want my choices to be known.
While on this earth I daily trod,
I want to walk in the ways of God.

© by Robert Winters


 

Changing Winds Of Brendaw

Bequeathed to mankind, the hand bore the scorn and derision.
Sin was allowed to cause grave affliction.
As his blood ran on the ground, there came a new vision.
All sins were erased, just a fiction.

The hand was penetrated with great pain and anguish.
He bore his cross in his robes tattered and torn.
Knowing he faced this, his loving heart didn't languish.
Beaten and spat upon The Savior endured such scorn.

His hands were forever marred by the cruelty of man's seeing.
Their disbelief led him to wear a crown of thorns with ridicule.
Nailed to the cross his blood stained the ground with spiritual cleansing.
Parched lips were tortured with bittered liquid to be cruel.

His hand holds all man for death couldn't take him away.
He still bears our sins, carrying us through the rugged trail.
Holding us up when our life seems hopeless, only a dismay.
With his grace we can't ever fail

Bequeathed to mankind, the hand bore the scorn and derision.
Sin was allowed to cause grave affliction.
As his blood ran on the ground, there came a new vision.
All sins were erased, just a fiction.

Dorothy E. Scott poetry99@txol.net


 

Conceived In Pleasure

Conceived in a moment of pleasure,

Not that of man but that of God.

It was His good pleasure that He knew us

Before He formed us in our mother's womb,

And chose us before the foundations of the world.

We were predestined according to His purpose.

Why then do we in rebellion pull away

From the life we were created to live?

If it is His good pleasure to create us

For a chosen purpose,Why then is it not our good pleasure,

To make it our purpose also?

Man was create in the image of God,

Not that of the first to rebel.God has not turned

His back an forsaken us,It is we, through our choices,

That have created this dark shadow,

Our heads bowed low in shame.Why then does

He chose to receiveUs with open arms?

~ <>< ~

It is His good pleasure!

©M. JoAn Morstatter


 

Jesus

Bequeathed to mankind, the hand bore the scorn and derision.
Sin was allowed to cause grave affliction.
As his blood ran on the ground, there came a new vision.
All sins were erased, just a fiction.

The hand was penetrated with great pain and anguish.
He bore his cross in his robes tattered and torn.
Knowing he faced this, his loving heart didn't languish.
Beaten and spat upon The Savior endured such scorn.

His hands were forever marred by the cruelty of man's seeing.
Their disbelief led him to wear a crown of thorns with ridicule.
Nailed to the cross his blood stained the ground with spiritual cleansing.
Parched lips were tortured with bittered liquid to be cruel.

His hand holds all man for death couldn't take him away.
He still bears our sins, carrying us through the rugged trail.
Holding us up when our life seems hopeless, only a dismay.
With his grace we can't ever fail

Bequeathed to mankind, the hand bore the scorn and derision.
Sin was allowed to cause grave affliction.
As his blood ran on the ground, there came a new vision.
All sins were erased, just a fiction.

Dorothy E. Scott poetry99@txol.net
Copyrighted 2001
Changing Winds Of Brendaw


 

Spirit-Filled Man

I can spot a Spirit-filled man a mile away
Because of what the Savior did for me one day.
I can't be fooled by Satan's tools
Of an artificial Spirit-filled man.

I love to talk to a Spirit-filled man
Because the fellowship is just grand.
The Savior is there. Oh, you both could just swear,
Because of the spirit of the Spirit-filled man.

I love to pray with a Spirit-filled man
Because of the power that is in his hand.
"Just claim it," he says, "today, your problems will go away,"
Just because of the spirit of the Spirit-filled man.

Oh, if there were only more Spirit-filled men,
The world would not be in the mess it is in.
The Lord could delay, maybe even another day,
Just to see the results of the Spirit-filled men.



© by V. Oranell Cupp


I LOVE YOU

Jesus, I love You.
You make me so happy each day.


When troubles arise,
You lighten my load along the way.


You are my comfort and my guide.
You are right along by my side.

You are my Savior and my path.
And in You, there is no wrath.


You spilled your blood and paid my price,
That I might have eternal life.

But best of all, I love You because you first loved me,
Which was proven at Calvary.



© by V. Oranell Cupp

 

A Blessing

It seems that God sends blessings
In very mysterious ways.
He always finds the perfect time
To brighten all our days.

He finds someone to be our friend,
Someone who really cares,
A friend to fill the lonely hours;
An answer to all our prayers.

He blesses us all with laughter
And the gift of understanding,
To brighten up the lives of those
Who's needs seem so demanding.

The Lord, He blessed my heart
With many a wonderful friend.
I thank you, Lord, most humbly
For the happiness they lend.



© by Claytia Doran
bbabe@1s.net


My House Of Friendship

From my house to your house,
The door is open wide
To welcome you, my dearest friend.
For, there is love inside.

Within my cozy little house,
Worldly riches are bare.
But, rich am I in friendship;
So full of love and care.

For, I have the greatest friends
Life could ever send my way.
Thank you for my house of friendship
I share with you each day.

But, no matter what road I travel
Or rich, or poor am I,
I have the finest gift of all
The dearest friends have I.



© by Claytia Doran
bbabe@1s.net


I'll Fly Away

Has it been that long
Since I sat upon your knee?
You sang to me so sweetly.
I hugged you happily.

Your voice was so strong,
As you sang, "Oh, Glad Day."
You talked about Heaven.
You said, "I'll fly away."

I never really understood
Just what you tried to say.
I only knew I loved you.
I didn't want you to go away.

"Papa loves you, honey,"
Was the last thing you said to me.
Oh, glad day and you flew away.
I wondered why I didn't see.

One glad morning, when his life was o'er
My papa flew away
To his home, on God's celestial shore.
Lord, my papa flew away.



© by Claytia Doran
bbabe@1s.net



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