Religion / Spirituality Poems (1,340)

Staircase

Atop this staircase where angels shine
I was shown a mansion and told it was mine,
I was then shown a host of people I knew
And told we would meet when life was through.

I then knew that I was not to stay,
For I had to help still others find their way,
But I've only small knowledge of Your word,
He said to be guided by what I've heard.

What can I do to be worthy of such trust,
Could I earn this honour before I am dust,
So I remain humble serving He who is just,
Keeping faithful to His guidance I must.

7 of the most deadly sins, lurk and inhabit us all within.
No one is immune, of it's venomous wrath. Humane nature not an obstacle in its path.
Although we are made out of love, we are born into sin. Nothing more deadly than the living and breathing!!!
Let me introduce you to pride, a funny thing we all know, yet hide. Pride is the deadliest of them all, many a man live, truly a man fall. Pride is so hurtful in many ways.
It takes recognition away, competitively displayed.
In this materialistic world, we live in. Envy is shrewd, so we may not see it coming. Unknowingly to us or the victims it harbors. Resents the good, seen in others.
To have everything, in abundance & never satisfied, is truly gluttony. With "big" gleaming eyes.
Wanting something purely for our own pleasure & satisfaction. Lust has no love, or emotional attachment.
In a twinkle of an eye, anger can trigger a sad goodbye. Many have died at the hands of this trait. Love turned to anger, can determine another's fate.
Obtaining all the possetion's of wealth & fortune. Greed sadly strips us, of our salvation, with distortion. Physical things that we need at present, vanish away with irrelevance.
Working for what we want to achieve, there's no place for sloth, and it's unmotivated deeds....

Touch not this heart
with a judgement I
cannot handle
Send me not into
outer darkness
Let my soul never
see the sadest night
of life
Only let me know the
glory of your
salvation
In this truth shall
I rest~

Trust Me

Trust Me,I know what I'm doing,
It's not just your heart I'm wooing
But your soul is so dear to Me,
I want you with Me for eternity.

Even when your days are very bad,
I'm saving you from being sad,
So do not be angry with Me,
You must trust in Me eternally.

I love all my children most dearly,
And in life I see you clearly,
That is why you are on the Earth,
It is a school and the grave is your birth.

'I knew you before you were born',
I would never leave you forlorn,
I know every hair on your head,
Death is not for you to dread

Life is through my precious Son,
A reward for when your day is done,
So know that this is my gift to you
So walk with Him your life through.

God gives us the assurance
to go on for he will
always be there for me.
Lift your arms up to him
for he will wash away
your sins and make you
all new again.
He is your saviour and
he will see you through
G O O D D A Y S
B A D D A Y S
G O O D T I M E S
B A D T I M E S
He is there waiting
to carry you to hold
your hand to be there
for you in all things
as he is always there
for thee.
HE IS MY FATHER
MY REDEEMER
MY FRIEND
Always there until the end.

So pale
Devistation washes as water
Over flesh

The instinct
Is to turn away
And escape the impressions

At best
The only illusion
Is fate

Does she not understand
The space the world has provided
Distinctly she curls up her hands
Gives wings to dark horizens

I am
Irrepressively changed
As I watch her
And am secretly ashamed

There
In the caverns of my thoughtlessness
I am made aware

So fragile
She shatters like china
Tossed upon sand

The moments are
racked with contusions
Retreat is impossible

At best
This is not much better
Than death

Does she see the confusion
With grim eyes like heartbeats in grey
As she stands in her doorway
Speaking with images and clay

I am
Unbelievably horrified
As she loses her mind
I see myself in her eyes

And we fall
The darkness of senselessness
As a mirage

Shake it off
But we cannot breathe emptiness
Like it or not

She is there
Inside this existance
Like me

Inexorably petrified
Pretending to reason
She needs faith to believe

Just like me...

Faith comes through focusing on
J e s u s
reaching toward his loving arms.
Where he will carry me through
Where he will always be
There he is waiting for me.
He will always love me
and keep me safe.
Showing me the way
that i must go
where he wants
to lead me.
For his name sake
A M E N.

à question asked by a moment, was it asked by a weakness or was it asked by an illness or maybe set free by a sound, not to rebound but to find out how to live to be free of the unusual evil plea, to live by ones thought its not your own so dont let it be shown, live within instead of living without, not trusting others maybe a good idea, look within the known before we are all taken by societies cyclone, living within is not living wiuthout, there maybe a doubt to look to find out, one step closer to a light of life and a death to being dead, see in your own souls cry, fly higher and go beyond the sky, its forevers freedom or maybe the eternal kingdom, hope is to be thought of because we are unsure, its hard the obsticals we all face, have belief we are becoming the human race, its not our opinion that makes us limited its our structure that makes us timid believe in your own tears of the memories of fears, gone by too many times to keep comitting these givin crimes, it wasnt just us doing time its our own future that is crying out stop wait and listen, its not one person who hurts its all, know that the individual is to be set free, before the future will see,....

They say you all were men of god
Dont you think you went a little to far
raping kids in a dark coffessional box
Love of god what a crock

illusions of what is good
isnt you but it really should
and you say sorry for what have i done
all when your under the gun

Hiding your vicious sins didnt work
the vatican kept us in the dark
more rapes bet you thought it was fun
I will buy the rope so you can be hung

A true martial artist is:
As passionate as fire
As fluid as water
As steady as stone
And as fierce as the winds
Martial arts is not in the motion.
It is in the ebb and flow of the blood
in your veins, the rise and fall of the
breath in your lungs, and in the firing of
the synapses of your brain. When in combat
I see my body as a machine, unremarkable on the
outside but on the inside a complex and beautiful
masterpiece of flesh, blood, and bone. All of it
centered around a powerful furnace in which emotion
is the fuel for the fire that burns. In combat we must
remember that the true enemy is not the person standing
before us, it is ourselves, our faults and imperfections
and as we fight we are smelting ourselves in the fires of our wills
and purifying ourselves so that we may come out whole and perfect