Do you have a favorite Christian-themed poem? Does God sometimes bless you with the ability to write poems?

Well, here's a spot where you can post those words and share them with other people here in the Christian Singles forum.

If you do post another persons work, try to capture their name for credit, its just being polite.

Have fun,



Jim

I used to write poetry a long time ago, it was rather depressing stuff though.

I'll start with one of my favorites

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Footprints in the Sand

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.

In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only.

This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord,

“You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”

The Lord replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”


Author - (most commonly) Anonymous

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Enjoy the beauty of this poem... it is a classic

Jeremiah 29:11-13


Plans for you


I know the plans that I have for you
Plans for prosperity and peace
Never for evil or calamity
But a future hope never to cease
Then you shall come and call upon me
And will bow your knee to pray
And I will hear you and heed your call
To be by your side right away
Then you will find me when you seek
If you seek with all your heart
For I shall reveal myself to you
From you I will not depart

Oh! I like this...only...it's not poetry, but I'm going to post it here.

Word of Encouragement

Concentrate on this sentence...

To get something you never had, you have to do something you never did.

When God takes something from your grasp, He's not punishing you, but merely opening your hands to receive something better.

The will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.

Father, Spirit, Lord Above
By Telephone Man
11-16-08 – to my friends who believe…

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Father, Spirit, Lord above
How you wrap me in your love…
Every day and every night,
You help me win the race and fight

My Jesus, Fortress, Savior, Friend
Help me love you to the end
Keep me, show me, make me wise
With Your Spirit open my eyes

Help me have compassion, Lord
And teach me the two-edged sword
Your Word, your food, your milk, your meat
In my mouth scriptures repeat

In my heart a river runs
Risen Savior, job well done
Passion play took place for me
When you died upon that tree

Fill me, Lord, and send me out
From the highest mountain shout
Your praises and Your righteousness
A sinner saved by grace in bliss

"Father, Spirit, Lord Above" -

lovely TM.

QS, love the note of encouragement.


This is one of my favorites, rather lengthy.

The Paradox
By Alfred Noyes (b. 1880)

‘I Am that I Am’

ALL that is broken shall be mended;
All that is lost shall be found;
I will bind up every wound
When that which is begun shall be ended.
Not peace I brought among you but a sword
To divide the night from the day,
When I sent My worlds forth in their battle-array
To die and to live,
To give and to receive,
Saith the Lord.

Of old time they said none is good save our God;
But ye that have seen how the ages have
shrunk from my rod,
And how red is the wine-press wherein at
my bidding they trod,
Have answered and said that with Eden I
fashioned the snake,
That I mould you of clay for a moment,
then mar you and break,
And there is none evil but I, the
supreme Evil, God.
Lo, I say unto both, I am neither;
But greater than either;
For meeting and mingling in Me they
become neither evil nor good;
Their cycle is rounded, they know neither
hunger nor food,
They need neither sickle nor seed-time,
nor root nor fruit,
They are ultimate, infinite, absolute.
Therefore I say unto all that have sinned,
East and West and South and North
The wings of my measureless love go forth
To cover you all: they are free as the
wings of the wind.

Consider the troubled waters of the sea
Which never rest;
As the wandering waves are ye;
Yet assuaged and appeased and forgiven,
As the seas are gathered together under
the infinite glory of heaven,
I gather you all to my breast.
But the sins and the creeds and the
sorrows that trouble the sea
Relapse and subside,
Chiming like chords in a world-wide symphony
As they cease to chide;
For they break and they are broken
of sound and hue,
And they meet and they murmur and
they mingle anew,
Interweaving, intervolving, like waves:
they have no stay
They are all made as one with the deep,
when they sink and are vanished away;
Yea, all is toned at a turn of the tide
To a calm and golden harmony;
But I—shall I wonder or greatly care,
For their depth or their height?
Shall it be more than a song in my sight
How many wandering waves there were
Or how many colours and changes of light?
It is your eyes that see
And take heed of these things: they were
fashioned for you, not for Me.

With the stars and the clouds I have clothed
Myself here for your eyes
To behold That which Is. I have set
forth the strength of the skies
As one draweth a picture before you to
make your hearts wise;
That the infinite souls I have fashioned
may know as I know, Visibly revealed
In the flowers of the field,
Yea, declared by the stars in
their courses, the tides in their flow,
And the clash of the world’s wide
battle as it sways to and fro,
Flashing forth as a flame
The unnameable Name,
The ineffable Word,
I am the Lord.

I am the End to which the whole world strives:
Therefore are ye girdled with a
wild desire and shod
With sorrow; for among you all no soul
Shall ever cease or sleep or reach its goal
Of union and communion with the Whole,
Or rest content with less than being God.
Still, as unending asymptotes, your lives
In all their myriad wandering ways
Approach Me with the progress of the golden days;
Approach Me; for my love contrives
That ye should have the glory of this
For ever; yea, that life should blend
With life and only vanish away
From day to wider wealthier day,
Like still increasing spheres of light
that melt and merge in wider spheres
Even as the infinite years of the past
melt in the infinite future years.

Each new delight of sense,
Each hope, each love, each fear,
Widens, relumes and recreates each sphere,
From a new ring and nimbus of pre-eminence.
I am the Sphere without circumference:
I only and for ever comprehend
All others that within me meet and blend.
Death is but the blinding kiss
Of two finite infinities;
Two finite infinite orbs
The splendour of the greater of which absorbs
The less, though both like Love have
no beginning and no end.

Therefore is Love’s own breath
Like Knowledge, a continual death;
And all his laughter and kisses and tears,
And woven wiles of peace and strife,
That ever widen thus your temporal spheres,
Are making of the memory of your former years
A very death in life.

I am that I am;
Ye are evil and good;
With colour and glory and story and song
ye are fed as with food:
The cold and the heat,
The bitter and the sweet,
The calm and the tempest fulfil my Word;
Yet will ye complain of my two-edged sword
That has fashioned the finite and mortal
and given you the sweetness of strife,
The blackness and whiteness,
The darkness and brightness,
Which sever your souls from the formless
and void and hold you fast-fettered to life?

Behold now, is Life not good?
Yea, is it not also much more than the food,
More than the raiment, more than the breath?
Yet Strife is its name!
Say, which will ye cast out first from the
furnace, the fuel or the flame?
Would ye all be as I am; and know neither
evil nor good; neither life; neither death;
Or mix with the void and the formless till
all were as one and the same?

I am that I am; the Container of
all things: kneel, lift up your hands
To the high Consummation of good
and of evil which none understands;
The divine Paradox, the ineffable Word,
in whose light the poor souls that ye trod
Underfoot as too vile for their fellows
are at terrible union with God!
Am I not over both evil and good,
The righteous man and the shedder of blood?
Shall I save or slay?
I am neither the night nor the day,
Saith the Lord.
Judge not, oh ye that are round my
footstool, judge not, ere the hour be born
That shall laugh you also to scorn.

Ah, yet I say unto all that have sinned,
East and West and South and North
The wings of my measureless love go forth
To cover you all: they are free as
the wings of the wind.

But one thing is needful; and
ye shall be true
To yourselves and the goal and
the God that ye seek;
Yea, the day and the night shall
requite it to you
If ye love one another, if your
love be not weak.

Since I sent out my worlds in their
battle-array To die and to live,
To give and to receive,
Not peace, not peace, I have brought
among you but a sword,
To divide the night from the day,
Saith the Lord;
Yet all that is broken shall be mended,
And all that is lost shall be found,
I will bind up every wound,
When that which is begun shall be ended.

He who knows Love
By Elsa Barker

HE who knows Love—becomes Love, and his eyes
Behold Love in the heart of everyone,
Even the loveless: as the light of the sun
Is one with all it touches. He is wise
With undivided wisdom, for he lies
In Wisdom’s arms. His wanderings are done,
For he has found the Source whence all things run—
The guerdon of the quest, that satisfies.

He who knows Love becomes Love, and he knows
All beings are himself, twin-born of Love.
Melted in Love’s own fire, his spirit flows
Into all earthly forms, below, above;
He is the breath and glamour of the rose,
He is the benediction of the dove

Not very well versed in poetry, but these are nice

Glad you enjoy them Sharp.


The Beloved
By Katherine Tynan Hinkson (b.1861)

BLOW gently over my garden,
Wind of the Southern sea,
In the hour that my Love cometh
And calleth me!
My Love shall entreat me sweetly,
With voice like the wood-pigeon;
‘I am here at the gate of thy garden,
Here in the dawn.’

Then I shall rise up swiftly
All in the rose and grey,
And open the gate to my Lover
At dawning of day.
He hath crowns of pain on His forehead,
And wounds in His hands and feet;
But here mid the dews of my garden
His rest shall be sweet.

Then blow not out of your forests,
Wind of the icy North;
But Wind of the South that is healing
Rise and come forth!
And shed your musk and your honey,
And spill your odours of spice,
For one who forsook for my garden
His Paradise!

Beautiful, Just Beautiful!
Blessings

I tried to change my mind

Looking at the many minds
I had on my shelves,
I thought I could
find a better one for me.
I found a new one
that was all clean and shiny.
I thought that would be
the perfect one, so true,
but it was empty
making it not good
for me or you.
I found a young one
still with a little hope
and sure of things.
But it lacked experience
and could not cope.
I found a good one
that had never learned
of distrust and evil.
But it could not
speak for me
and how I wanted
to be free.
I found an evil one
that shared only
about me.
But it couldn't
let others share them.
I guess I am left
with this broken one.
I can't change the past.
I can only learn
who I was,
Who I am,
and who I want to be.

Very moving poem/prayer.

Fed Upon the Finest of the Wheat
Frederick A. Graves
(1856-1927)
Hungry, Lord, for Thy Word of truth,
Sitting at my Savior’s feet;
Rising, gleaning, just like Ruth,
Feed me on the finest of the wheat.
Chorus:
Bread of life it is now to me,
Honey, milk and meat;
In Thy love I will ever be
Fed upon the finest of the wheat.
Work for the Master I will do,
Trusting in His strength so great;
Living in His pastures new,
Feed me on the finest of the wheat.
Then to the harvest let us go,
Bugles sounding no retreat;
Workers for Jesus, He wants you
Fed upon the finest of the wheat.

Love and a Question by Robert Frost

A stranger came to the door at eve,
And he spoke the bridegroom fair.
He bore a green-white stick in his hand,
And, for all burden, care.
He asked with the eyes more than the lips
For a shelter for the night,
And he turned and looked at the road afar
Without a window light.

The bridegroom came forth into the porch
With, 'Let us look at the sky,
And question what of the night to be,
Stranger, you and I.'
The woodbine leaves littered the yard,
The woodbine berries were blue,
Autumn, yes, winter was in the wind;
'Stranger, I wish I knew.'

Within, the bride in the dusk alone
Bent over the open fire,
Her face rose-red with the glowing coal
And the thought of the heart's desire.

The bridegroom looked at the weary road,
Yet saw but her within,
And wished her heart in a case of gold
And pinned with a silver pin.

The bridegroom thought it little to give
A dole of bread, a purse,
A heartfelt prayer for the poor of God,
Or for the rich a curse;

But whether or not a man was asked
To mar the love of two
By harboring woe in the bridal house,
The bridegroom wished he knew.

Autumn Song
Poem by Dante Alighieri

Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems--not to suffer pain?

Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

Authority


When mountain walls confront the way.

Why sit and weep? Arise and say

"Be thou removed!" and they shall be

By the power of God cast in the sea.


All power on earth, all power in heaven,

To Christ, the Son of God is given;

And from the throne He will endue,

And hindrances will flee from you.


Over all the power of fiend and man

Say through the Lord, "I surely can";

Take from Him power on earth to tread

On serpent's sting, on dragon's head.


Whate'er thou art, O mountain high,

Where'er thou art, in earth or sky,

Whene'er thou art, truth is the same,

"Be thou removed, in Jesus name."


"Be thou removed!" Faith bids thee start

For yonder see--arise! depart!

I may, I can, I must, I will,

The purpose of my God fulfill.


Anonymous

Refreshment For Our Souls


When we call upon the Lord
He answers us in our need
He refreshes us with living water
Beside rivers of blessing He leads

For when we quietly meditate
And wait upon the Lord
He will speak into our hearts
And reveal to us much more

We shall find our souls refreshed
And a new hope shall emerge
Then we shall begin to worship Him
As He speaks to us His word

Our spirits need to be refreshed
As we quietly spend some time
Alone in our Lord’s holy presence
For it’s there that we shall find

A greater sense of Almighty God
His love, His mercy and peace
The worries that we have in life
We find will one day cease

"When we call upon the Lord He answers us in our need"

Yes, God will ALWAYS be there for us, waiting with open arms. We only need to put aside our pride and accept His undying love and gift of salvation.