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 Apr 2017
SøułSurvivør
~~°♡°~~

He had died upon a cross
Three days laid to rest
Women came unto His tomb
With a vision blessed

As they saw the stone was moved
An angel then appeared
"Why is it you come to seek
A man who is not here?"


They looked into the tomb and saw
The cavity was bare
The shroud was neatly folded
But Jesus wasn't there!

The joy they felt beatific
When Jesus did they see!
They obeyed His next command
To meet at Galilee

In amazement and some fear
The women ran to others
Proclaimed the news Christ was alive
To the waiting brothers!

And two of the disciples
Did walk to Emmaus
To find the Lord amongst them
Though their eyes they could not trust
When they could see, and found it He
Said, "Our hearts burned within us!"

Then Jesus came, good as His name
To folk who were to wait
He showed his scars, the telltale mars
Sat with them and ate!

He led them up to Bethany
Blessed them all around
They were amazed, with His hands raised
He was lifted from the ground!
Can you imagine trumpeting?
Can you hear the sound?
Could there be it's equal?
In glory to be found?
Jesus rose to heaven

The clouds were then His

CROWN



SøułSurvivør
(C) 4/16/2017
I wanted this poem to be Biblically accurate.
Jesus didn't ascend into heaven on the third day, but appeared to thousands of people
before His Ascension!

HAVE A VERY BLESSED
RESURRECTION SUNDAY!

♡ Catherine
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
My tears mirror the rain.
One by one,
they leave me.
Again.
And I grieve.
I grieve.

There is only One.
Who understands.
My pain.
Who understands.
The searing loss.

One by one.
They left Him.
All His followers.
Gone.
In His hour of deepest need.
They did leave.
Even His closest friend.
Peter.
Denied Him.
And Judas...
Betrayed Him.
He was...
Abandoned.
Forsaken of men.
A Man of Sorrows.
Acquainted with grief.
Who bore my griefs.
Who carried my sorrows.

One by one.
They left.
And then...
Inner conflict.
The Cross.
His will.
His fear.
His anguish.
His...
humanity.
And His tears fell.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
Not like rain.
But like great drops of Blood.
Upon the ground.
"Let this cup pass from Me!"
And then...
"Not My will, but Yours be done."

He endured.
The deepest torment of soul.
The greatest grief of all.
One which I will never have
to bear.
When...
His Father turned His face away.
"My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?"
For that tortuous moment.
When the sins of all
weighed heavy upon Him.
My Saviour was utterly alone.
Completely forsaken.
For me.
For love.
Of me.
So I would never be.
Utterly alone.
Completely forsaken.

Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
My tears mirror the rain.
As one by one.
They leave.
And I am left.
Alone.
With Him.
With the Man of Sorrows.
My Saviour and King.
Who alone can understand.
My pain.
And then...
Beneath the shadow of His wings.
He heals my wounds.
Until I am whole.
Again.
Inspired in part by Isaiah 53, Holy Bible.
 Apr 2017
Jack Jenkins
Bless the Man crucified
Bless the slain Lamb
Bless He who bled
Bless God in flesh
Bless the Savior
Bless Jesus
He Lives
How I live my life is totally different from the praise I put in this poem. #hypocrite
 Feb 2017
Keyana Brown
When I was little girl,
I cried so many times
that every teardrop of rain
would fall of my eyes.

When I was an adolescent
I couldn't stop crying at all.
Bodies of water came running
down like the Niagara Falls.

By the time I was an adult
a drought appeared in my eyes
I felt no guilt or shame
but I still feel sad inside.

The cracks beneath my skin
forms a desert upon my face
My emotions are fighting me
there is a part of me that I can't erase.

The waterfall has formed
as the water absorb the soil
That's it I'm done
I'm no longer living in turmoil!

And as I hear the Spirit of the Lord say:
"They that sown tears shall reap in joy."
Even after all these years
why didn't I think this way?
My tears won't  bring me down
as of today.

For there is joy in the morning
after every tear sown
because God does great works
Therefore in this situation
I am never alone.
 Feb 2017
Keyana Brown
When there's a will
there is a way
Don't be confuse
it's all in the brain
No, you're not insane!
just keep going...
your life is at stake.

You ask yourself if it's safe
to go through tomorrow
without having any regret
or sorrow...
we should hope for the best
because if you reap
you will sow
and like a plant
you will grow.

How can we go on?
As the flames burn our confidence
and strip away our happiness
its our job to fight through it!
if the devil took our prize pocessions
shouldn't we make our way to go retrieve it?
And if God says he'll make a way
for all your circumtances
to fade away,
shouldn't we give him more chances
than the one's that failed
to keep our promises
that was made?

There is no curse or spell
to prevent our way of living
if we live through this
our problems will be less deceving
As we can all tell
because nobody
should go through
hell.
I'm back from my uneased mind. ;-)
 Jan 2017
Jacob Traver
Having none of my own,
Your light leads me on.
My paths are dark,
And my way is sinful.
Born human sets my destination,
Toward death I rapidly walk.

All seems lost
O God where art thou?
My heart cries out for help
And yet all stays silent.
My soul is weary and fragile
But Your strength overcomes.

My weakness is proven
By your eternal love.
Without You I am nothing.
Without You I am lost.
Through Your power,
I live.

O Lord be my all,
A lost orphan I come to you,
Empty and pleading
For Your fulfilling love.
You are the King of Kings,
You are the Father of Fathers.

May God be exalted!
May my life glorify His holy name!
Let the whole earth praise Him,
And come to Him in thanksgiving,
Forever be glad and rejoice in the name of the Lord,
For He alone reigns, forever!
 Jan 2017
Cynthia Jean
in Me you may have peace
though you may suffer
be courageous
for I
have conquered
the
world.

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 Jan 2017
Don Bouchard
Eternity,
Looking at a thread of Time,
Examined Earth,
Considered its conception,
Traced its trajectory,
Ignored the dire prognosis,
Opened its Heart to send
New Life through a ******.
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