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  • The Birth of a Miracle  By : Glenn Washburn
    A poem I wrote for my wife on her thirty-si...er, I mean, her 29th bithday.
  • My Pentecost  By : Glenn Washburn
    The last battle between Jesus and the enemy for my heart before I walked through the door that changed my life forever.
  • Song of Solomon (Part II)  By : Glenn Washburn
    A poem I wrote to my wife during our honeymoon. It reflects my understanding that the intimacy that a husband and wife can share in the marriage bed goes far beyond the physical. It is the joining of two temperal beings into one eternal manifestaion of holy love. Indeed, a marriage that is submitted to the Lord in hummility can perfectly mirror the intimate love that Christ has for His church.
  • I Would Die For You  By : Glenn Washburn
    A poem written to my wife after a particularly bad argument. In my selfishness I would often accuse my wife of not supporting me, asking everything of her and nothing of myself. This poem is my pledge to her to walk a different path.
  • A Day On The Beach  By : Glenn Washburn
    Watching children earnestly building a seawall to stop the waves on a beach one day, reminded me how all our furious and self-important labor is nothing more than child's play in the eyes of our heavenly Father.
  • My Proverbs Wife  By : Glenn Washburn
    The love of a husband for his wife
  • The Chapel Fire  By : Glenn Washburn
    While visiting a christian retreat center after their chapel was lost to arson, I found a burnt page from a hymnal. Most of the music was burned off, but the three word title remained: Shine Jesus, Shine.
  • Miracle Bride  By : Glenn Washburn
    Written for my wife on our 25th anniversary.
  • A Friend's Love  By : Glenn Washburn
    “A friend loveth at all times…”
    It sounds so good…so wonderful
    But can it be true
    Can a friend love at all times?
  • The Neighbor  By : Glenn Washburn
    Who is my neighbor?
    The answer is not hidden…it never has been.
    Though it has been trod upon by marching boots
    Down through the battle-scared centuries,
    Still it reaches out to all seeking souls desperate for its healing touch.
  • First Light  By : Glenn Washburn
    Let there be Light.
  • The Orphan Warrior  By : Glenn Washburn
    For it is on the shoulders of soldiers such as these
    That the fate of the kingdom lies
    Humble heroes who know that they
    Never stand as tall as when they are on their knees
  • The Door  By : Glenn Washburn
    I see is a Lamb with the eyes of a Lion and He is bleeding.
    As I kneel and hold Him I suddenly see the blade that pierced His heart.
    It is held by countless hands and the one on top is mine
  • New Dawn  By : Glenn Washburn
    Which light is more attractive? The Enemy's fire or God's Son-Rise.
  • Small Packages  By : Glenn Washburn
    The hub-bub of Christmas can cause us to forget that the greatest Gift came in the humblest wrapping.
  • Psalm 151  By : Glenn Washburn
    The greatness of our God is as amazing through a microscope as a telescope...in a blade of grass as in a galaxy
  • The Babe in the Straw  By : Glenn Washburn
    What do we value most, silver, gold or a cradle of straw?
  • Holy Love  By : Glenn Washburn
    A wedding poem written for two close friends who married late in life. It is written in thier voices.
  • Dancing in the Light  By : Glenn Washburn
    My personal salvation poem
  • "The Hand of God"  By : Susan Drake
    Where I want to be....
  • "My Dad"  By : Susan Drake
    A Tribute to my father
  • "The Key"  By : Susan Drake
    A word of encouragement
  • "This Time of Year"  By : Susan Drake
    A poem for the Season
  • "Thanksgiving"  By : Susan Drake
    A poem for Thanksgiving
  • What Can I Bring  By : Susan Drake
    His love is really all we need
  • Thank You  By : Richard Turner
    Have you ever pondered what was accomplished when the heavenly Father, sacrificed His only begotten Son for you? If you haven't you should, and if you have, all one is able to do is show reverence and say thank You.
  • Rest In My Soul  By : Richard Turner
    Before one comes to know ones Heavenly Father, one transgress upon this here earth as a wanderer, trying to fill a longing for the emptiness, that can only be satisfied, by the one who, the saints and the angels sing the awe inspiring hymn let the Lord be magnified, and worthy to be praised. You want Rest in you Soul? The answer been revealed to you. As it is written, " Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. Matt 11:29
  • It's Tough To Love Like Jesus Say  By : Tabitha Person
    It’s tough to love like Jesus say,
    When feelings of disappointment get in the way.
  • Fragile Hearts  By : Tabitha Person
    Today, I attended a funeral- a young life taken too soon.
    Today, his family and friends bid him a final “goodbye.”
    Today, few words could heal this open wound.
  • Our Youth  By : Tabitha Person
    What a shame! Our youth don’t seem to care!
    Beyond their own ideas and thoughts
    And most of those-they do not share.
  • Released  By : Tabitha Person
    Remnants of distrust and pain tempted to linger on,
    From past experiences-more than two decades far gone;
    The needless pain of innocent youth gone astray;
    Thanks be to God who watches along the way.
  • Let It Go  By : Tabitha Person
    Let it go-the past! It happened to you!
  • The Covering  By : Tabitha Person
    Since Christ died for us while we were yet in our sin, we have no right to withhold our covering.
  • Hearts Afire for Jesus  By : Ann Doupont
    As we humble ourselves and pray daily, God will fulfill His promises to us. He will fill us with His holy fire and set us free from our pain.
  • Hannah Is One Year Old  By : Norma Klingler
    May the Lord bless and keep
  • Pintor de Esperanza  By : Norma Klingler
    Divino Pintor de esperanza
    Luz brillante en las tinieblas,
    gloriosa bendición mi adopción ha hecho
    que siempre bendita y amada sea.
  • Oh, Butterfly  By : Norma Klingler
    We await her maiden flight
  • No Holding Back  By : Ann Doupont
    Many are waiting for something to happen, but they haven't given their all to Jesus. Change begins in a person's life after a full surrender to the Lord.
  • I Am Glad  By : Wisdom is Great
    I am glad to learn
    In order that I may educate properly.

    I am glad to search knowledge
    In order that I may discover wisdom.

    I am glad to laugh
    In order that I may brighten up my soul.
  • Oh, What A Wonderful World  By : Wisdom is Great
    Oh, What A Wonderful World
    If there is only a love, there is no time for hatred.
    If there is no time for hatred, there is no violence.
    If there is no violence, there is no crime.
    If there is no crime, there is peace.
    If there is peace, there is a harmony.
    If there is harmony, there is a friendship.
    If there is a friendship, there is a friend.
    If there is a friend, there is a relationship.
    If there is a relationship, there is closeness.
    If there is closeness, there is a loyalty.
  • Battle Against Sin  By : Rick O
    The battle against sin is one we weren't designed by our maker to fight! It's His battle, not ours! When we realize that He didn't design us to be some superhero who can resist all sins, it is a great relief. His word says that when we are at our weakest is when He is most strong! It's like the driver's ed. teacher who could apply the brake at any time, but he doesn't! All powerful, almighty God of the universe who pursues a relationship with me doesn't expect me to be perfect. I must surrender
  • Proverbs  By : Rick O
    In the book of Proverbs we find such knowledge and wisdom and words to live life by. It is a beautiful and wonderful book filled with insight. Since there are 31 chapters in the book of Proverbs, and most months have 30 days or so in them, I find it helpful to try and read a chapter of Proverbs each day. The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge. (1:7)
    There is a path before each person that seems right, but in the end it leads to death (14:12 or 16:25)
    see also 28:26
  • Letting Go of Self  By : Rick O
    A Sunday School teacher of mine once said that being a Christian isn't hard. What's difficult is letting go of self. Letting go of those things we want to do, when we want to do them. Letting go of the habits we've developed over the years. Giving ourselves totally over to God's care and control is conditional upon letting go of our own lives and taking up our new life as a Christian. We must DAILY deny ourselves, take up our cross and follow Him. We must develop new habits -- quiet time daily
  • Life in A Shelter  By : Rick O
    God will let us run from Him as far away as we want to run and mess our lives up as much as we want to mess them up because He is a gentleman! He doesn't barge into our lives and force us to obey Him. Revelation 3:20 says He stands at the door and knocks. It's up to us to let Him in to do the work that only He can do. This poem was written the day that I checked myself into drug and alcohol rehab at a homeless shelter. Sometimes the best place that God has our attention is at ROCK BOTTOM!
  • If I Choose to Sin  By : Rick O
    If we choose to sin, it is a deliberate choice we make, because sin's power over us was defeated at the cross! I used to be the king of justification, rationalization, you name it! But now I realize that when I sin, it is I who has made the choice to sin. The devil didn't make me do it as the expression goes. In the book of James it says that we are tempted by the lure of our own evil desires. Proverbs 3 says to trust in the Lord with all (not some) of my heart and lean not on my own understandi
  • Coming, Lord, Back to You  By : Rick O
    At one point or another in our lives, we all need to come back to the Lord. Whether we've slightly detoured off the path or are miles away from where we should be, God is only one turn away, right there eagerly waiting for our return to Him. Coming back to the Lord is the greatest decision I've made in my life. I was the most miserable person because for years I was a Christian, living in sin. You can never be truly happy doing whatever it is you want to do when God has so much more in store!!!
  • Three Types of Men  By : Rick O
    A Sunday School teacher of mine once stated that there are only three types of men in the world: ignorant-those who don't know the Lord, foolish-those who know the Lord yet don't live like it, and wise-those who know the Lord and it is obvious through their lifestyle. This is a poem I wrote after that Sunday school lesson at the Salvation Army
  • The Proud Crowd  By : Ann Doupont
    America was once so humble and bowed her knees in prayer. God wants us to draw near to Him, to return to a close walk with Him in prayer. He wants us to repent of our pride, of doing things our own way and do things His way instead.
  • IMPOSSIBLE CLAIM  By : Maurice A. Williams
    A poem about the confrontation of Pilate with Jesus
  • LENT  By : Maurice A. Williams
    A poem about Ash Wednesday
  • On The Mountain  By : peggy prestridge
    A poem about Gods love
  • Who is This Child? [A Christmas Poem]  By : Josprel
    Who is This Child? [A Christmas Poem]
  • Walk the Path  By : Jan Ross
    Walk the bath from the gate through the wilderness tabernacle with a unique wordplay presentation.
  • Palatial Discord  By : Jan Ross
    Discord contrasts with harmony is just the beginning in this unusual account of the ongoing clash between Saul and David.
  • Tobias Henderson  By : Jan Ross
    A mother's ode to her newborn son whose will never know his father.
  • Listen Closely  By : Jan Ross
    From a missionary's heart, this poem frames what has been witnessed with this author's own eyes. A year after I wrote it, I still cry when I read it.
  • No One to Mourn  By : Jan Ross
    In the United Sates alone, government statistics reveal there are well over 500,000 children living on the streets, abandoned and cast-away. In contrast, there is a seven to ten year waiting period for parents wanting to adopt a healthy white newborn. This poem frames the plight of the abandoned children no one seems to care about.
  • Who Am I?  By : Jan Ross
    Rhythmic riddle-like poem based on Exodus 36.
  • When Daffodils Dance  By : Jan Ross
    There’s nothing more lovely than spring’s flow’ring blooms; they’re simple reminders life’s cycles resume.
  • Oh What Fury!  By : Jan Ross
    A poetic story of victory through Jesus Christ!
  • Mercy Killing  By : Heraclitus
    As gods of our lives we consider God's mercy killings acts of cruelty.
  • Strange Progress  By : Heraclitus
    Today's "progress" is really the switching of light and darkness as Isaiah 5:20 says.
  • Afraid of the Dark  By : Heraclitus
    Without God we remain...afraid of the dark.
  • Mistaken Identity  By : Heraclitus
    My take on what happens to us when we insist on walking by sight.
  • Rest Stop  By : Heraclitus
    There comes a point when you have to opt out of the madness no matter what anybody thinks about you.
  • Dietary Defiance  By : Heraclitus
    John 4:32 is all you need to keep your defense on offense.
  • Wash Me  By : Heraclitus
    Of our constant need for cleansing.
  • I, Robot  By : Heraclitus
    The long term effect of a man-centered life even when it hides under a mask of faith in God.
  • Sincerely Yours  By : Heraclitus
    Just my way of expressing how I feel about the lack of sincerity that is so pervasive.
  • PONTIUS PILATE  By : Maurice A. Williams
    A short conversation Pilate might have had with Jesus
  • The Tears of Heaven  By : TRA Eissfeldt
    What grieves the heart of Heaven?
  • Gethsename  By : TRA Eissfeldt
    A reflection of what Christ went through in the Garden the night He was betrayed
  • The Tree  By : Wanda Mae
    This poem was written from the perspective of the life of the tree that was cut down and made into the cross that Christ died on. While the tree does not have the same spiritual body that we flesh have, the tree is a living spirit and is taught to be by the Indians. Since I have that Indian background I tried to express how the tree felt when being cut down like.
  • The Language of My Heart  By : veejoe7
    ...The language of my heart,
    Are heavenly portraits of you
    Dancing, parading, my field of view
    Oh such treasured divine art!
  • Living Alone In A Crowded Bed  By : Tara
    The poem speaks of how we live alone, but our bed is crowded. Full of lovers, and they’re just friends. Toward the end, some of you realize that this is not what you want, so you begin to put your faith in God.
  • Three Chairs  By : DeAnna Brooks
    Three chairs
    Rest side by side
    Empty

    Each bears a name
    A child absent from my embrace
    But not my heart
  • Who is This Child?  By : Josprel
    A Christmas Poem


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