Write a religious poem

How odd
Of God
To choose
The Jews

For Jairus' daughter they did weep
Jesus said, "Do not be afraid.
She is only asleep."

Father I'm in awe of You,
Perfect, Holy and True.
Sovereign ruler oh so wise,
Yet compassionate to our cries.

Divine,protector, and our God,
Ruling with an iron Rod,
Jesus, name above all names
You freed us from the enemies games

How can we ever thank you enough,
You help us when times are tough.
Help me Lord to be like you
And gain the crown when life is through.

St Stephen with power and grace
Preached at the High Council's place
He spoke very well
But they stoned him; he fell
And he died with the light on his face
(Acts 7)

Judas, betrayal in his heart and his faith torn
Jesus said,
"It would be better for him if he had not been born"

I was never much for poems but used to do something I call lyrical paraphrases


Did a lot of that for a while.

Grace and peace,
Mark

There was a man named mad...
The more he gave the more he had! - John Bunyan

There once was a god from Nantucket.
It is snowing on Mt. Fuji.

(When I have some time I'll actually try)

Something that flowed from my spirit:

In times of trial the enemy appears,
To get us to cave in to all of our fears,
But the Lord is our comfort and His power is so strong,
He will fight for us, and conquer, and undo every wrong

Holy Angels are all around,
See our souls become unbound,
All over the Earth the enemy flees,
The battles are raging like stormy seas,

But Jesus, our Lord, You will see us through.
'Cause we are walking on the waves with You!

You know what, I'm intrigued:


Not exactly Pulitzer prize material, but I gave it a shot.

Grace and peace,
Mark

mark kennedy said:

You know what, I'm intrigued:

Born in sin, a wretched mess,
You must decide, it's life or death.
Continue on that crowded road,
you strive for wind, and risk your soul.

But should you stop and listen well,
the final end need not be hell.
In our darkenss, we hide our shame,
then a still small voice calls out your name.

And in that moment, light comes in,
turn your heart, or die in sin.
A search begins, a narrow road,
The days are long, the nights are cold.

The traveler meets along the path,
a man like him, who describes the task.
Follow on, stay in the light.
Though hazards mount, your course is right.

The voice familiar, the message heard,
you plant in the heart, that sacred word.
Through storm and wind, others join,
They bear you up when strength is gone.

We seek together that narrow gate,
that blessed hope that seals our fate.
Strange voices call from shadows deep,
the valleys dark, the mountains steep.

But we press on, to heed that call,
that promise known to one and all.
We seek the one who called us here,
we cannot turn, that much is clear.​

Not exactly Pulitzer prize material, but I gave it a shot.

Grace and peace,
Mark

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That is really great.

Emli said:

That is really great.

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Glad you liked it, it was fun.

By a 15-year-old school kid
who got an A+ for this entry.
A kid in Minnesota, wrote the following.......

Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.

If scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.

Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That's no offense; it's a freedom scene..
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.

For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the State.

We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks...
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.

We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.
It's 'inappropriate' to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such 'judgments' do not belong.

We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles...
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.

It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot; My soul please take! Amen.

We are not IN Nature...
We ARE Nature!