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Poetry
Sept 25, 2007 13:54:27 GMT -5
Post by prophecy07 on Sept 25, 2007 13:54:27 GMT -5
Brighter Day
The times when night never turned into day And one more tear fell down your face When you really didn’t know what to say Looking for that one last great escape
Seems like the other day these pains so real When darkened clouds birthed gloomy days But thank God that hearts He heals And brings forth much brighter days
So may you enjoy the newness He gives As He makes night turn into sunny days Rejoice always in the life you now live So you may continue to follow in His ways
Last but not least in these words I write I pray that our love will stand through the night And as we stay in His perfect way Let us always see that brighter day
Prophecy aka Yours Truely 1 Peter 2:9 (New King James Version) 9 But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light;
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Oct 6, 2007 17:19:59 GMT -5
Post by windfall06 on Oct 6, 2007 17:19:59 GMT -5
that is so beautiful
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Oct 19, 2007 15:42:03 GMT -5
Post by tender on Oct 19, 2007 15:42:03 GMT -5
Im glad to see we have the poetry room up again. I like reading poems even if I can't think of one to write myself.
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Poetry
Oct 24, 2007 11:13:37 GMT -5
Post by Rubik on Oct 24, 2007 11:13:37 GMT -5
Help
The love I feel so great, The joy I feel so sweet as a grape. Finding love in the wrong places, Seeing all those beautiful faces. Playing around not knowing, My fate will soon be coming. High on a moutain top, When will I realize I will soon drop. Soon a hand lets go its grip, The water in my eyes starts to drip. Slowly letting my hands go, As I think to myself "O NO" Finally I fall to the ground, Than I find there is no sound. Lonely I feel in my heart, See People as they grow apart. Finding pain while on the ground I lie, Feeling ignored as people go by. The only direction to look is up, I see a loving hand to pick me up. Looking into those caring eyes, somehow I know he never lies. I find the courage with a small sound, To ask his name and my head spins around. He spoke boldly like a two edge sword, He said "I am Jesus let me be your Saviour and Lord."
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Poetry
Dec 5, 2007 16:55:18 GMT -5
Post by cardock on Dec 5, 2007 16:55:18 GMT -5
here is a poem of prose and well it's my first
Spiritual Warfare
War ravages the land. Evil against holy, good against evil The hills the plains stained with death Loss is great, end is near Holy rebels against evil as evil once rebelled God shall prevail do not lose hope We as God’s people must ready this earth Ready His people He will leave evil as a tattered sail Useless and destroyed For some the end of death is life For others death will be eternal
there it is
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