A Collection of Christian Poetry

Sep-4-2008 By admin

“Heaven”

Heaven, with all its God-filled splendor,
Is far greater than ‘most anything.
My heart, full of love and valor,
Praises God and continues to sing.
Always will I praise God, for He
Makes the dead live and the blind see,
And gives to us of His love endlessly,
As we join Him for Eternity.
*****

“Redemption”

Nothing can pay
For the pain
I’ve caused
And
Nothing can ease
The pain
I’ve endured
Just trying to
Survive,
Just trying to
Be happy.

Nothing can erase
My past,
My mistakes,
My regrets,
My worries.

Nothing but the
Blood of Christ
Can wash it all away,
Make it a whole new day,
So that I may
Re-enter the fray,
With a newfound strength,

That Strength from God,
That will help me through
All the strife
In my life,
All His trials,
His purifying fires,
His glorious plans,
So that at
His Heavenly Harvest
I may be called
A good and faithful servant,
And join Him
Forever-more!
*****

“Trials”

We sow the seeds
God has given us:
We work the ground
Until the day of harvest:
All Things
Of Worth
Are Worth Waiting For,
Worth Working For:
And God’s Plan
Is Worth Everything
And All Time.

God makes the soils
Of our broken spirits
Fertile once again,
He plants seeds in our hearts
That we might begin to
Grow ready to serve Him:

And every day we must
Tend to our gardens,
With God’s Guidance
And brilliant, shining Son
Whose love is that
Ever-living Water
That daily cleanses
Our dry, parched earth.

In the end
God will renew us to Him
Through His One and Only Son,
That the curse upon man
May be broken,
And that we may
Rejoice in the fruits
Of our labors
In those trials
Made to serve the
Greater Glory of God.
*****

“Dear God”

Dear God,
You were always with me;
Oh God,
You will always be with me;
My God,
You were and always will be
My God,
My Past,
My Present,
My Future.
*****

“God in Everything”

Blanketed by
The warmth of
God’s Love,
Compassed round about by
God’s Great Creation;

I consider the constellations,
The ebb and tide of emotion;
And yet ponder how
So many could be
Unable to see
God in Everything.
*****

“Omni Presen(ts)ce”

I rest in
God’s
Presence
And
Ever Present
Love
Which
Tomorrow
And
Tomorrow
Present
New
Presents,
New
Victories,
A
New
Day,

A
New
Present,
A
New
Life,
God’s
Great
Gift,
Eternally
Present.
*****

“A Prose-Poem Prayer/My Psalm”

God,

You never left me in the hard times. You were with me
always, using the circumstances to teach me, lead me, show me how
much You loved me, how to love myself, You, and others. Thank
You.

Your Great Work is never done. You continuously create new
heights and depths of glory and inspiration within our lives, our
souls. You search my heights and depths to find what I never knew
I had all the time: and if it is wrong, then please fix it in me,
oh God; and if it seems good to You, make it better.

I pledge my entirety to Your Cause that I may help You lead
everyone to Jesus, that we would all revel in Your Glory, for
ever, and ever. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
*****

“Eternal Hope and Glory”

O God,
An eternity ago,
You wrote the verses of my soul:
Within me
Incessantly burns
The Flame of Hope;
My soul sings the song
Of sweet salvation,
Received from
Jesus Christ,
The Son of God,
The Son of Man,
And the Savior of
All God’s children.

Let us now work towards
His greater glory,
That an eternity from now
We can look back at our lives
Without shame.
*****

“Eternity Begins Now”

The Holy Spirit
Whose grace knows no bounds
Gives freely to
Any heart that
Believes
And Loves Him
And His Only Begotten Son
Whom He gave to us
That we might be saved.

The wisdom of the spirit gives
True sight
To the closed eye of the mind,
True hearing
To the deaf ear of the heart.
God even gives to us
Wonderful new dreams
To live out,
Life in abundance -
Such a joy it is
To work for the Lord!

Yet there will always be
Struggles
While we are
In this world -
We must remember that
God has put us here
To lead us every day into
A New Lesson,
A New Creation,
A New Heaven on Earth,
As any good father would.

It is the example of Christ
We should always strive for -
God has called us to be
Spiritual warriors
Who will dedicate
Their lives
To what is right,
According to
God’s will,
And
Against
All odds.

Let us daily rejoice in God’s great plan.
Let us rely on God’s strength.
Let us play our part on
The stage of life,
The book of destiny,
The River of the Soul,
That we might have life more abundantly,
A Heaven on Earth,
Eternal bliss hereafter!
Let us continue to
Believe and dream,
For our adventures have
Only just begun!
Eternity Begins Now!

The above Christian poems were excerpted from the author’s “Heaven on Earth”. View a free sample of his online book of poetry at Johnston Arts - Online Publications. Join poetry discussions at the Johnston Karate Online Community.

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Urban Decay
Slowly descending
The spiral staircase
Into urban decay
On this night long journey -
Preceded by flashlight
And followed by the full moon,
Whose eyes hold us all in
His view as the street light
Flickers in and out in orange shades.

Spirit of the Past
The spirit of the past
Lives in
The whispers of the wind and
The hoot of the hoary owl,
Which echoes sadly evermore
Against the lonely trees -
Who for days uncounted
Have seen the endless journeys of men
Come to and end beneath them -
This final respite
Marked by names and dates
On lonely tombs.

Ghost Hunting
There is a ghost in the shell
Of every old place -
Whether the unclaimed metal skeleton
Of an abandoned steel mill,
Or the spirit that lingers
On the grounds of a historic graveyard.
These ancient places carry
The immortal remnants
Of old civilization.

Exploring them to
Examine their secrets
Like an urban archaeologist -
Chasing down the answers
To urban legends
And ghost stories -
Simply to know
What came before.

Abandoned Factory
Once full of life,
This old building;
With memories locked away
Under layers of dust.
Cigarette butts and broken beer bottles
Litter the lonely lot.

Once vital and active
In the world of mortal men,
Now immortal in its skeletal frame -
The ghost in the shell of the
Abandoned factory
Speaks secrets of long misused tools,
Broken cinder blocks,
And locked away rooms -
Modern ruins and electric tombs
Long left behind
On this hidden highway.
And evermore in urban legend.

Stomping Ground
Traversing the rural fringes
Of urban reality,
Haunting the spirits
With lamps and curious minds.

Marble City
I know when you were born and died,
But I want to see beyond the moss
On your gravestone.
Who were you in life?

Old Church

I. Cathedral.
I go back in time as I brush webs of dust
From the stained glass window,
Wondering what secrets this
Old church buried with its dead.

II. Esoteric.
As stained as memory,
This old window yet reflects light
Like the sermons once held
In the holy hall.

Farewell Party (Leaving the Old Church)
The ravens on the roof
Stand guard like gargoyles -
These grim feathered ghouls
Perch atop the once proud passages
That they now pretend to own,
And sing a sad a cappella
In mockery of memory.

To End a Journey
I leave as the morning light
Lifts the late night’s velvet veil
And the moon bids farewell
To the starry sky,
Wondering if warning signs
Will be like hieroglyphs
To a future age.

Into the Light
Walking at the crack of dawn on
This early morn,
Through fresh cut grass
And beside foggy fields,
My shoes soaked with dew -

I stop to take a drink
And pause to think:
This simple heaven’s
Greater’n
That urban hell.

Atalaya
Dark watch tower
Overlooking the lonely beach
Built without blueprint -
Summer home sculpted
From brick and mortar,
Its plans first and solely sketched
In the dreams of a genius and poet.

Ordered chaos - artistic anarchy;
The sculpture room seems to
Summon the spirit
Of the poet’s late wife -
As if the ghost
Of the lady sculptor
Haunts the mossy halls
Just to finish her last work.

Manifest Destiny
How wild was the west?
How true rang the gold,
That men sought and killed
For it?

How mighty the steed,
And how much mightier
The man who rode it
And held the law on his hip?
How long the roads of those days?
How deep the secrets?
Would the spirits of
Doc Holliday and Wyatt Earp
Speak to us in the old saloon?

The above poems were excerpted from the author’s upcoming online book “Dark Passage”. View other online poetry at Johnston Arts - Online Publications. Join poetry discussions at the Johnston Karate Online Community.

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