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Welcome to our poetry page. Please continue to scroll down this page for more poems. If you would like to see some of your poetry diplayed here, please send it to me via e-mail @

My Life, My Love

By; Alana Adell

Thanks to God above,
I have learned to love
and live for a purpose believing God's promise Careful not to be deceived;
Open to listen, but not to be naive,
because "everything that glitters ain't gold"...
I'd know from all the lies I've told
Once in a life of fairy tale,
I should have died and went to hell,
But God said "NO!" there's work to do,
I have a life planned just for you,
"Through trials and test you soon shall see,
My blood has rescued and set you free,"

Free like the breeze that moves the trees,
Like a blow, or a whistle that cries out to the leaves,
the Lord breathes life into me constantly, and relieve the stress,
Letting your love assure me that "I am blessed!"
In this life, God is love
He sends signs from up above,
Whether it be signs to stop, or "DO NOT ENTER"
He leads us on this darkened road in the fall,summer, spring and winter,
And while he guides us day and night,
He gives us mirrors to reflect his light,
Whispering, softly "this is my life, my love"..

I'm A Christian

By; Maya Angelou

When I say ... "I am a Christian,"
I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'.
I'm whispering "I was lost,
Now I'm found and forgiven."

When I say ."I am a Christian,"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble,
And need CHRIST to be my guide.

When I say ... "I am a Christian,"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak,
And need HIS strength to carry on.

When I say ... "I am a Christian,"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed,
And need God to clean my mess.

When I say ... "I am a Christian,"
I'm not claiming to be perfect.
My flaws are far too visible,
But God believes I am worth it.

When I say ... "I am a Christian,"
I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches,
So I call upon His name.

When I say ... "I am a Christian,"
I'm not holier than thou.
I'm just a simple sinner
Who received God's good grace somehow..

The Blessing of a Storm

I did not know His love before,
the way I know it now.
I could not see my need for Him,
my pride would not allow.
I had it all, without a care,
the "Self-Sufficient" lie.
My path was smooth, my sea was still,
not a cloud was in my sky.

I thought I knew His love for me,
I thought I'd seen His grace,
I thought I did not need to grow,
I thought I'd found my place.
But then the way grew rough and dark,
the storm clouds quickly rolled;
The waves began to rock my ship,
my anchor would not hold.

The ship that I had built myself
was made of foolish pride.
It fell apart and left me bare,
with nowhere else to hide.
I had no strength or faith to face
the trials that lay ahead,
And so I simply prayed to Him
and bowed my weary head.

His loving arms enveloped me,
and then He helped me stand.
He said, "You still must face this storm,
but I will hold your hand."
So through the dark and lonely night
He guided me through pain.
I could not see the light of day
or when the storm might wane.

Yet through the aches and endless tears,
my faith began to grow.
I could not see it at the time,
but my light began to glow.
I saw God's love in brand new light,
His grace and mercy, too.
For only when all self was gone
could Jesus' love shine through.

It was not easy in the storm,
I sometimes wondered, "Why?"
At times I thought, "I can't go on."
I'd hurt, and doubt, and cry.
But Jesus never left my side,
He guided me each day.
Through pain and strife,
through fire and flood,
He helped me all the way.

And now I see as never before
how great His love can be.
How in my weakness He is strong,
how Jesus cares for me!
He worked it all out for my good,
although the way was rough.
He only sent what I could bear,
and then He cried, "Enough!"

He raised His hand and said, "Be still!"
He made the storm clouds cease.
He opened up the gates of joy
and flooded me with peace.
I see His face now clearer still,
I felt His presence strong.
I found anew His faithfulness,
He never did me wrong.

Now I know more storms will come,
but only for my good,
For pain and tears have helped me grow
As naught else ever could.
I still have so much more to learn
as Jesus works in me;
If in the storm I'll love Him more,
that's where I want to be.

Written by:
Wendy Greiner Lefko

Don't Laugh At Me:.

I'm a little boy with glasses, the one they call a geek
a little girl who never smiles cuz I got braces on my teeth
and I know how it feels to cry myself to sleep

I am that
kid on every playground, whose always chosen last
a single teenage mother trying to overcome her past
You donít have to be my friend if it's too much to ask

Don't laugh at me, don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
some day we'll all have perfect Wings
Donít laugh at me

I'm a cripple on the corner
You pass me on the street
I wouldn't be out here begging if I had enough to eat
and don't think I donít notice that our eyes never meet
I lost my wife and little boy when someone crossed that yellow line
The day we layed'em in the ground was the day I lost my mind
Right now I'm down to holding this little cardboard sign

Don't laugh at me, Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Donít laugh at me

I'm Fat, I'm thin
I'm Short, I'm tall
I'm deaf, I'm blind
Hey aren't we all

Don't laugh at me, Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me.

Written by Allen: Shamblin and Steve Seskin

Love Yourself

By; Richard Dottery

Love yourself, in Jesus Christ
Be content, from inside out
Trusting, Living, Walking with God
So great, it makes you want to shout,

In harmony, with God above
With Christ, as Lord and Savior too
Now, and all throughout Eternity
Find Godís LOVE, Faithful and True,

Believing in, The Sovereign God
In His Control and Care, for you
Nothing, can ever happen
Only what He allows, you to go through,

And though you may not, understand it all
Trust Him and be at Rest
In LOVE, Heís always there with you
He knows, what is The Best.

For God I Live, For God I Die

by; Serenity B.

No one ever said it would be easy
Giving up my life for You
Forsaking all I have
Doing what I had to do

Didnít know what lay ahead of me
But I already knew the end
Everlasting life with my Father
My Savior and my Friend

Some say itís not worth it
Iím going much too far
But they donít know You like I do
They donít know who You really are

Youíre the Alpha and Omega
The First and the Last
The Mighty One of Israel
The Future and the Past

Although the enemy might try
Iíve already made up my mind
It may be hard at times
For God I Live, For God I Die

Upon the eagle's wings I ride
A daily treasure that I find
And source of hope I canít deny
For God I Live, For God I Die

I know where my strength comes from
My joy and sweet release
My comfort and my encouragement
My ever-present source of peace

I would never try to deny You
Or ever trade You for another
Not for money nor for fame
Not my father nor my mother

I treasure this love we share
As I earnestly seek Your face
Dwelling in Your presence
Living by Your grace

Youíre the Alpha and Omega
The First and the Last
The Mighty One of Israel
The Future and the Past

Although the enemy might try
Iíve already made up my mind
It may be hard at times
For God I Live, For God I Die

The Virtuous Mother
From Prov. 31: 25-31

A mother is a special gift, sent from God above,
with wisdom, strength, and honor, and a heart that is full of love.

She looketh well to the ways of her children,
they will rise and blessed she will be called.

She prepares them for the world ahead,
her virtue excels them all.

In the gates her work will be praised,
as she has taught them to fear the Lord.

Knowing her God given role is to sustain them,
until His Kingdom comes.

Thank-you God for virtuous mother's..

By: Angie Lott

What Do I See

The image of me . . .
when I look in the mirror,
what do I see?

Is it pleasing to Him?
The reflection I see?
Am I strong? Am I wise?
. . . as He wants me to be?

It isn't the image the mirror reflects . . .
that's nothing but dust from this earth.
In the heart and the soul of a woman of God . . .
therein lies the treasure of rubies . . . the worth.

It's the time that I spend . . .
and the message I bring,
to others who see me each day.
Do they know how I love Him?
Are they able to tell . . .
Or do I carefully hide it away?

Is my lamp burning?
My vineyards, do they abound?
When you need a woman for service,
can I be found?

Oh, Lord, I want so to grow.
To be pleasing to You.
To give my life up to You, . . .
is what I must do.

For without You beside me . . .
my lamp would go out.
Wisdom would faulter . . .
and darkness abound.

In Proverbs You tell me, . . .
so clearly, Your words are so true.
You tell me exactly . . .
what You'd have me do.

When I reach out, woman to woman . . .
to another in need,
Oh, it takes but a moment,
to plant just one seed.

I pray it's a seed I have planted
in a woman You'll call.
As You whisper and tell her, . . .
"My daughter, . . . you excel them all."

Use me, Lord!

Inner Beauty

Although outward beauty may be seen
all painted on with a brush so fair
its shallowness can be revealed
in our actions unaware,
But inner beauty is much more rare
and it comes from God above
It is shown in how we act
and how we show His love.

Like an oyster in the ocean
its outer shell so plain and dull
but when you look inside of it
theres a pearl so beautiful.

I hope to be like the oyster
when you look inside you'll see
a heart so warm and beautiful
and see God's love inside of me.

The Beauty of a Woman

The beauty of a woman
Is not in the clothes she wears
The figure she carries
Or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman
Must be seen from her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman,
Is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman
Is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows,
The beauty of a woman
With passing years - only grows.

How To Recognize A Good Woman

A good woman is proud. She respects herself and others. She is aware of who she is. She neither seeks definition from her man, nor does she expect him to read her mind. She is quite capable of articulating her needs.

A good woman is a strong woman. She recognizes that her strength
is weakened by attitudes that suggest that she doesn't need a man.
We all know that is not true. We do need lots of loving.

A good woman is hopeful. She is strong enough to make all her
dreams come true. She knows love, therefore she gives love. She recognizes that her love has great value and must be reciprocated.
If her love is taken for granted, it soon disappears.

A good woman has a dash of inspiration and a dabble of endurance. She knows that she will at times have to inspire others to reach their potential.

A good woman knows her past, understands her present,
and forces toward the future.

A good woman knows God. She knows that with Him the world is her playground, but without Him she will just be played with.

A good woman does not live in fear of the future because of her past. Instead, she understands that her life experiences are merely lessons meant to bring her closer to self-knowledge and unconditional self-love.

Sister's (of the Kingdom)

Our friendships build a fortress;
a haven for our souls...
we share our trials and triumphs,
our hopes, our dreams, our goals.

We are "sisters" for the Kingdom
blessed with Godís eternal light...
determined to walk straighter,
loving Him, with all our might.

We serve Him with conviction,
striving hard to be our best...
as we rise to every challenge,
we welcome every test.

We are women of tomorrow
we are "sisters" of today...
we stand in faith together
knowing "God will make a way".

By Tina visser

Be still my child.
Can you hear Me?
I'm here with you.
In the quietness,
I am here.

Be still my child.
Can you feel me?
During the hard, cold
& lonely times,
I am with you!

My child, can you not see Me?
I am in the painting of each & every
Sunrise & sunset.

I am in the song of the birds.
I am in the fragrance of each flower.
In the gentle rustle of leaves in the wind.
In the compassionate eyes of a friend.

My child, I'll be with you
til you reach the end of the race.
Then you shall see Me face to face.

Holy Spirit inspired 1/26/02.

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