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Inspirational Poems!!
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Where, oh child
Are those tears - not cried
And where is the pain
You hide inside?
Is it concealed
In forgotten shame and blame
To assure you continue
To play the wrong game?
Oh, where can a child
Go away to hide
From the suffering and pain
Of being left to one side?
With no one to love
And none to guide,
Emotions froze
Deep inside.
Come little child,
Come out of your shell,
Come drink
From the everlasting well.
Let Jesus release
Those tears that dried
And heal that inner child
That died.
For you are his child,
His very own
And he can make you
Fully grown.
He died for your sadness,
And all the pain,
So you can be free,
Brand new again.
It is safe little child
To no longer hide,
For you are in Christ
And he is alive.
Secure you live
In his nail scared hand,
While he takes you
To the Promised Land.
So - arise inner child,
Open your eyes
And know that Jesus
Is with you inside.
He will hold you
Till you are bigger grown
And will never leave you
On your own.
Author: Dorte Capel
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God Is Holding Your Hand When You Least Expect It
When you're down and you're out,
And things don't go your way.
When your life is a problem and you can't seem to pray,
When there's bitterness, resentment, hatred and shame,
Just say one more prayer - God is calling your name.
If you're under much stress, sorrow, grief, or despair,
When the world's coming down and no one seems to care,
When love has departed, and it is more than you can bare,
Just take one more look - God is standing right there.
When you're just giving up and don't want to go on,
and nothing makes sense, there's no joy and no dawn,
When your burdens are more than you think you can stand,
Then open your eyes - God is holding your hand.
And with Him beside you He'll lighten your way,
Bringing hope to your future with every new day.
All He asks is to listen and watch out for Him there.
And when you're least expecting, He'll answer your prayer.
God's given you this day to be happy and live.
And if you'll accept it, He's much more to give.
Now take one more look at this life that's a chore,
Turn around, walk with Jesus - He's opened the door.
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In Each and Every Stride
by 14 year old Devin Marie Hanson
I know that He'll always be here,
standing by my side.
Because He is step for step with me,
in each and every stride.
Sometimes it may seem as
if you're completely & utterly alone.
But if you need someone to talk,
there is no need for the phone.
Just turn your face to the heavenward,
for that's where you'll find
that there is no one better to talk to,
when you find yourself in a bind
No matter if you're smiling,
or crying tears of pain,
He's always there to confide in,
and His knowledge all yours to gain.
If ever you find yourself lost,
there is a special guide,
it's the bible I am talking about,
just keep it at your side.
When doubt and worries are tearing you apart,
and you are confused with all your might,
you can turn right next to you,
and He will shed His light.
For He is always there,
standing by your side.
Walking step for step with you,
in each and every stride.
~Devin Marie Hanson~
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Pool of Peace
A sanctuary so quiet and still.
A pool of peace from which to fill
A hungry heart, a thirsty soul,
Seeking a way to be made whole.
Perhaps, perchance, in prayer to feel
the brush of angel wings... and steal
a look, a glance, in hopes to see
a messenger from God to thee.
A glowing form...face indistinct...
stands by the altar, with you linked,
by prayer and praise...your offering.
Within you joy, love, peace begin.
Alone again in peace serene...
not knowing what all this could mean,
but SURE that God was in this place.
A memory none can erase.
The pool of peace this place provides,
within your heart there now abides.
A message sent from Heaven above...
A task you have...pass on God's love!
Brenda Fry
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Let Me See You Lord
Not things you perform
Not bright shiny packages
Not things that adorn
Let me see you Lord
In wonder I sing
Power and majesty
All Praise to my King
Let me see you Lord
In large things and small
In life as I journey
You won’t let me fall
As I stubbornly flounder
Through daily to do’s
Without thought or humility
To request help from You
Who is constantly with me
If I acknowledge or not
You are faithfully present
To author my thoughts
Of Your spirit within me
Which desires to please
My omnipotent Father
I bow down on my knees
To have fellowship with You
As I offer my praise
And commune with my Father
The Ancient of Days
You delight in my presence
You desire my heart
You are saddened each morning
As I thoughtlessly start
Without seeking Your guidance
And the favor You yearn
To give of so freely
In Your bosom it burns
You are gentle and patient
As You sadly observe
My self centered attempt
To dispense with Your word
As I walk out the door
Once again I neglect
To commune with my Father
To take time to reflect
How I want to see You Lord
Nothing else takes Your place
I am useless and futile
Save Your presence and grace
Once again Lord forgive me
For being so self absorbed
To neglect our communion
And miss the reward
Of Your presence so caring
Of Your fragrance so sweet
As I daily step into
Your plan so complete
That You fashioned it perfectly
Before I was born
Every intricate detail
Every life vessel formed
Every path I’m to follow
Every step I’m to take
To prevail through the journey
To run the good race
Lord I shant disappoint You
I will ride with You now
On Your white horse behind you
As Your bride show me how
As I asked, seeked, and knocked
You were true to Your word
You were anxious to guide me
As I listened and heard
From You Father who wakens
The still early morn
As I rest in Your presence
I’m entreated to turn
To my Father who’s faithful
To direct all my ways
If I’m faithful to seek him
At the dawn of my days.
From the Lord to David Lindsay
Nov. 20, 1998
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Little girl wearing a pretty dress
All of white and ruffles.
She loves to make mud pies
Her white dress soon becomes soiled.
As she walks back home
She knows she is in trouble.
She had fun making those mud pies
But was it worth what she was gonna face.
No one at her house was ever to say
The words love or God
She never knew why
She only tried to do what she was told.
It was many years later
Long after the mud pies that made her unclean.
Did she hear His voice calling her name
And telling her He loved her so very much.
There must be some mistake, she thought
Love is a word not to be spoken,
And God is not allowed to be spoken of,
How is it that He could speak of Himself?
Off she would go about her business
Until one day she realized she was only making a mess of everything she held dear.
There was no where to run and no where to hide.
She stood still and said, "I know You are here."
And there He was...God
And He was using that word...love
She sat at His feet and listened
And learned Who He is and all about love.
Hard times came; and they went
Many days she only wanted to be wrapped up
In His arms of love, safe and secure.
On the outside; life held no glory.
In her heart, she knew Glory by His Name
Jesus Christ...calling her to an inner life
The love and the One Who wasn't to be
spoken of was now her reason for being.
She don't wear white dresses with ruffles,
She don't make mud pies,
She lives for her King, and to her
He is everything!
Stormee
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Daddy, You Make My Heart Smile!
Hidden secrets...
Hidden thoughts...
All deep within...
I look at You...
And, You're looking at me...
I can see in Your all knowing eyes,
There are no secrets,
Nothing hidden.
Daddy, You make my heart smile!
Stormee
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Pink Chiffon and Lace
She was born with a rare infirmity
and wore crutches as a child.
She couldn’t run with the other kids,
so she'd watch from the window inside.
In her teens her condition worsened.
Nothing in her life seemed right!
She was labeled an outcast
with no hope of change in sight.
Soon a young woman bound to her chair,
self esteem at an all time low.
No phone calls or visits from anyone...
her escape was her radio.
She would dream she was a ballerina
dressed in pink chiffon and lace.
Turning, turning to the music
with a smile upon her face
The audience was captivated
by her beauty beyond compare.
Never before had anyone danced
with such passion and grace so rare.
Then she would awaken
to find her legs all wrapped in steel.
Her dreams of dancing were only dreams,
no movement could she feel.
She had heard about the Saviour
and wondered what He’d say
if she humbly called upon Him
to take her pain away.
"Dearest Lord, forgive me...
for my faith has not been strong,
and though I couldn’t see you,
You’ve been here all along.
I know that I'm not worthy,
but I’m asking if you’d please
release me from this bondage
And bring my spirit peace."
A few more days would linger
before her pain would end....
Adorned in pink chiffon and lace,
She met her new-found Friend.
He welcomed her with open arms,
At last her soul was free!
He smiled and softly whispered,
"Would you care to dance with me?"
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The Masterpiece
A treasure of my Father's own design.
Lay shattered on the floor at His feet
It seemed it would be impossible
To mend this broken piece
The original handiwork was rare
It was priceless to be exact
Yet there it lay in pieces
On the floor at my Father's feet
I saw the tears in my Father's eyes
as He gazed on His treasure so rare
He knelt down and began to rearrange,
Each piece with the utmost care
As each teardrop fell on a broken piece
Rough edges were washed away as
Lovingly He labored through the night
His priceless, broken treasure to restore
I saw that at last every piece
Had found its proper place
As guided by my Fathers hands
And His amazing grace
Then He smiled and I heard Him laugh out loud
At the vessel He held in His hands
"You're so much more than a treasure,
You see, you're a Masterpiece, My Child!"
As I felt His arms wrap about me
Securing me close to Himself
I understood that my broken mess
Had been healed by His own blood
As I lifted my face, I smiled at Him
And saw that He was smiling back at me,
And I knew right then what I was worth, for
My Father's Masterpiece is ME!
Author Unknown
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This was written by one of our club members in the LuvLiftedMe2ChristianChat club (atheophilus1)Gary and I wanted to share it here on my inspirational poems page.
This is a poem the Father gave me about 20 years ago, the last stanza He gave me last Nov. 20th. Make of it what you will but i feel led to share it.
The former rain came flooding down, and seeds began to grow,
that Jesus placed in well plowed ground, soon fruit began to show.
as this fruit was spread around, to people here and there,
it helped to plow up other ground, with tender loving care.
Soon an orchard did appear, growing toward the Son,
watered by God's precious tear, and fruit came by the ton.
But then there came a vicious drought, and trees began to die,
the rain was stopped by bitter doubt, and God could only sigh,
but even though the trees were gone, the grass continued still,
with roots so deep it grew a lawn, this to the fathers will.
He preserved those precious seeds, awaiting on a day,
when faith in Him through dire need, would drive the doubt away.
The latter rain is flooding down, the evidence is clear,
and now the fruit it does abound, to chase away the fear.
But if an orchard keeps it's fruit, and gives it not away,
the fruit it has will soon pollute, and faith begin to sway.
Or if an orchard sells it's fruit, and hides it all away,
or gives it for a man's salute, those trees will surely pay.
The precious fruit and sacred seeds, were given from above,
to save our souls, fulfill our needs, and bathe us in God's love.
The fruit that matters most of all, that trees and grass did bear,
is words that brought men to the call, and showed them Jesus care.
Now all the trees and all the grass, grew toward a common Son,
the one who knows who's first and last, THE FATHERS HOLY ONE.
The former and the latter rain, soon will fall together,
even in the midst of pain, and very stormy weather.
The world will wonder and despair, and seek someone to tell,
how their souls can find repair, and somehow escape hell.
This will be our time to shine, not our time to cower,
for when they finally see the sign, they'll be looking for the shower.
Then we must let the river flow, to people here and there,
how quickly will the kingdom grow, when God's love we finally share.
God Bless
gary
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~~ Eagles ~~
Lord, help me to soar like an eagle,
strong and true,
steadfast in my faith of you.
Lord, help me to soar like an eagle.
Let me fly with the angels.
Let me soar with the joy of knowing you.
Let each heart beat bring me closer to you.
In the wind I hear your voice whispering my name.
Higher and higher I go,
I'll never be the same,
Your love has changed me.
No longer tethered,
instead set free,
To soar.
Irene Bedard Martin
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Speak To Me Gently!!!
Speak to me gently, Oh Lord I do pray,
Erase from my mind, the cares of this day.
Speak to me gently, when dawn breaks anew,
Renewing my spirit, like the fresh morning dew.
Speak to me gently, when I'm growing weak,
Show me the path, to the high mountain peak.
Speak to me gently, when I'm in despair,
Give me assurance, to know you're still there.
Speak to me gently, when the sun's setting low,
Warming me softly, with it's flickering red glow.
Speak to me gently, as I lay on my bed,
Remove all the doubts, that enter my head.
Speak to me gently, while it's peaceful and quiet,
Let your love surround me, through the darkness on night.
Written by
Josh Garner
July 31, 2001
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Rest In Me!
I've cried to God as I've beheld
The world wrapped up in fear
Of lack and death and war that looms
To snatch lives held so dear
I said, "My God! - Have you not heard
The newsmen on TV?!
Do you not know the shape we're in?!
Do you not care for me?!"
"I'm scared, Dear Jesus! - Help us! - Please!
There's news of fear and war
And I'm afraid, Lord - I admit! -
Of what might be in store."
"Peace, be still, My child," He said
"And hear now what I say
For I have seen and heard the cries
Of those who, to Me, pray.
"Keep your eyes upon ME now
Not what you hear or see
And, as you do, you'll keep My peace -
IF your mind stays on ME!"
"It matters not what one man says
Or even many more
For I am God, and I decide
Each day what lies in store."
"I've told you there would be such times
When, of these things, You'd hear
I told you so you'd be PREPARED
And FULL OF PEACE, not fear."
"For all these things MUST be fulfilled
Yet MY WORD fails not
For I AM still your Hiding Place
As all the fires rage hot."
"You're hid beneath MY shadow now
And you can rest in Me
Yes you can trust My Words of LOVE
To last eternally."
"For I'm your Father, Counselor, Friend
Your Alpha and your End
And if this was the world's last day
Be sure, for you, I'd send."
"I've promised I'd save you a place
If you would stay in Me
Stay pure and faithful, eyes on Me
And, victory, you'll see."
"I can't tell you if it's 'the end' -
NO human man can know
But I CAN tell you, it IS close,
So be prepared to go."
"Each day I give you, reach in love
To save another soul
For snatching them from Me for Hell
Is truly Satan's goal."
"Occupy until I come
Live each day FULL in ME
Just keep your eyes upon MY face
And know that I DO see."
"I see the world, I see YOUR LIFE
And I DO care for YOU
And know, no matter WHAT occurs
My love for you stands TRUE."
"I'm Alpha and Omega - God -
I'm King and Lord of ALL
I'll be right near to care for you
As, on My name, you call."
"For I can change the hearts of Kings
And I, their hearts, do try
And I'M the one who formed this world
And says when it shall die."
"So, USE this time to SEEK THE LOST
And tell them of My Love
That they, too, may be saved and live
With Me, again, above."
"Don't listen to fear's voice - hear MINE!
Then STAND on what you've heard
Don't fear yours or the world's fate -
It's destined by MY WORD."
"Keep your eyes on ME, My Child,
And let Me wipe each tear
For I am God and IN CONTROL -
So live in peace, not fear."
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