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 Sep 2014
Echo
Sometimes there are battles you have to face alone.
Sometimes there are battles that words from your love can't ease.
But that's okay.
That doesn't mean you have to leave him/her.
As long as they try to help you and they care, that's all you really need.
There are battles you have to face alone.
There are battles that my words can't ease your pain.
But that's okay.
At least I'm trying to help you.
And I really do care. So very much.
But there is one person who can help you always. And as spiritual as it may sound,
God can always help you. Because he has been there to help me of all people.
So he will definitely help you. If you think he is mad at you,
He's not. He loves you. More than anyone else ever will.
Just give him your heart, mind and soul. Serve him. Pray.
And I'm positive, your luck will change.
Just give it a chance! :)
I only speak the truth.
 Sep 2014
preservationman
God called your name
But you closed your ears and made mockery blame
You felt salvation would be a shame
Having salvation is a Heavenly prize
This is something the world must realize
The wonders can open your eyes
The divinity in making you wise
The clouds that gather
It’s your true soul that matters
God’s voice echoing beyond any mountain and enriching in valley’s look
A new beginning with a renewed tomorrow
You are simply drowning in your own sorrow
The hills make you strong
God’s solid foundation is where you belong
The faith of one’s belief
Having God’s mercy oh what a relief
God shall call again
The Heavenly voice for your salvation to begin
But because of your doubting questions you have no idea of when
God’s voice speaking directly at your heart
Praying sincerely is a place to start
This is an open invitation to make your mark
Heaven awaits and remember your fate
Don’t be loss in darkness before it is too late
The Heavenly room is coming soon
We all will be meeting our superior groom.
 Sep 2014
Ann M Johnson
I sometimes have many thoughts running through my head.
The ideas are overflowing the words seem to be flowing off my pen.
Other days I dread, my mind is quiet I am out of ideas.
The add a poem button seems to taunt me.
The writers block it haunts me.
In the silence of my mind I find no comfort.
I want to be brimming with ideas.
I would rather feel some intense emotion, love or devotion.
I can write about Love or loss.
It is tough to feel uninspired.
I don't feel comfortable with the silence of my mind.
 Sep 2014
Shannon Jeffery
Like a kiss upon my cheek
Infusing a tender glow
Graciously revealing which we seek
Harboring the world of
T**ommorrow
 Sep 2014
Jenny
Who is more creative than our creator ?

Mysterious
All knowing
Merciful
Forgiver
Redeemer
Father
Friend
Giver
Soul healer
Maker
Love and Joy
Peace and patience
Pen and paintbrush
Oh Mr. Cole,
I do not mean to rush,
These words spring forth from a dam,
But the creator of creation
He says "I Am".
For Mr. Coles creativity challenge
 Sep 2014
Echo
I love you- these three word have my life in them.
Do you have any idea how fast my heart races when you post?
Grow old with me. I will give you the best. God, I love you.
I hope this 1minute poetry conveys my 1lifetime of love.
For him. Andy, there's no other person I want to be with. No other place I've got to be than in your arms.
 Sep 2014
Ann M Johnson
One day there was a bright glowing canvas, a pure sparkling white
It was beautiful, but not complete
Then someone came along and drew lines on it to form flowers and mountains and streams, it was more beautiful and it made the natural white look more distinct
Then one day someone else added color and the canvas radiated and became more and more complete, it seemed whole and functional
Suddenly, one day someone came along and slew the canvas, destroying its color till it showed black, and an ugly black
The canvas seems so drab so empty without its color, so lifeless
People refused to help the canvas, refused to anything about the canvas slayer refused to listen to the canvas’ plea
Instead the canvas slayer’s free to roam free to hurt and damage other canvas
Who will restore the canvas?
Who will bring justice?
Why is the canvas slayer free to roam while the canvas feels imprisoned, crushed, victimized?
Why is the canvas treated like a criminal?
When will the canvas feel free, joyful and peaceful?

THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO VICTIM'S OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND OTHER FORMS OF ABUSE.
I went through domestic abuse in the past and that is why I had wrote the above poem.
 Sep 2014
Michael K Thompson
I wandered this world
Of dark despair
Wounded and broken
Beyond repair

Until the day
I heard Him call
“Come unto Me
For I heal all”

I fell on my knees
There at the cross
So full of sin
And oh so lost

Drops of blood
They fell like rain
Upon my sorrow
Upon my pain

Salvation and grace
For me was won
For that He died
God’s only Son

Mkt
 Sep 2014
SøułSurvivør
This scripture was taken from the chapter
of the Bible where Jesus was dealing with
the greatest hypocrites to ever walk the
earth. This is from Matthew Chapter 23.

Thou blind Pharisee, cleanse first that
which is within the cup and platter,
that the outside of them may be clean also.
Matthew 23:26 KJV


I was an alcoholic.
I drank 'till I was blue.
I liked the feeling of *******,
I was an addict, too.

I was raised an atheist
Disallowed from church
So my spirituality
Was really in the lurch.

I knew there was an answer
that wasn't in the buzz
I just really didn't know
what that answer WAS.

I tried to do TM.
I went overboard, you see.
I even tried the SRF
and Scientology.

I went to many programs
Treatments and AA.
Rehabs by the score
the pain did not go away.

Finally I found one day
a precious little book.
Someone left it on a bike stand
I went to have a look.

It was a LITTLE BIBLE!
Just the book of John
I went to read the scripture
of the page that it was on.

Someone opened it on purpose
to what I read right then,
how Jesus took some deckhands
to be fishers of men.

I had a funny feeling
like someone touched my arms
I broke out in goose flesh
though the day was warm!

I decided to try Jesus.
Church two times a week.
I guess it was just a prelim
for what I was to seek.

I never did find Jesus
in the sanctuary there.
Some had base hypocrisy -
I was in despair!!!

But I did recieve
something of great worth
I learned to read the Bible
the greatest book on earth.

So one day I was writing
a poem... imagine that!
I found what I'd been missing
right there as I sat!

In this poem I spoke about
how an addict came apart
cried out to our Savior
and
ASKED HIM IN HER HEART!

That time there weren't just goose bumps
I knew I wasn't saved!
It was like an elephant
had walked across my grave!

I went outside to smoke.
I was 3 months clean.
But I still smoked cigarettes
If you know what I mean.

A nagging voice buzzed in my ear
you're just a stupid joke.
You still drink your filthy beer
and on top of that you smoke!


Well. I was sure considering that
and other things as well.
I figured if I used again
I could end the hell.

I would go there anyway!
Wasn't that a cinch?
But another voice came to me
it's power made me flinch!

It said, yes, you smoke your cigarettes
and that isn't good,
but the ******* makes you do evil
is that understood?

So break those filthy cigarettes
I'll show you. You'll break free.
Flush them down the toilet
then come talk to me.

Well, I didn't argue.
I did just as He said.
Then I asked Him

in     my
HEART
and
v

prepared myself for bed.

But as I did lie there
I felt like, I don't know,
like things were hanging onto me
and did not want to go!


But I fell deeply asleep.
Because go they did
they were things demonic.
Inside me they had hid.

When I rose the next morning
I felt so rested... GOOD!
I wanted just to sing!
Wake the neighborhood!

I went outside to see
if I had not thrown away
all of the long cigarette butts
for a puff or two that day.

I found out something else.
It was really wierd!
All cravings for those cigarettes
HAD JUST DISAPPEARED!!!

And there were a lot of things
quite different about me.
I had been delivered.

JESUS SET ME FREE!!!


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 18, 2014
I was delivered from all my
addictions that night.

But, more importantly,
Jesus Christ was in my heart.
And I have never been the same.

I cried for fifteen minuets
after I realized what had happened.

TEARS OF PURE JOY!!!
 Sep 2014
Perhaps
"APYHP IRDABTYH!"

Letters are lost
Confused with my thoughts
Can't utter anything
'Cause you almost have everything

It is your 20th year
And I wish to be somewhere near
For I want to whisper  in your ear
The very wish only you could hear..

"I'll light a candle and let you blow
Hug you tight; love will surely flow
Will wait for your smile with glow
Then hug you again, 'till my breath is low."


But, in my mind I can only whisper
To you, a Happiest Birthday Ever
I'll throw to you these silent words
Singing with silent chords..

"I wish you to keep rising highest
against winds! Fight battles
To discover new great places
With your heart, mind and desires"


With those unspoken words
Be awesome in your chosen world
I'll just stay here and will never be lost
I'll be with you forever- in my thoughts.
 Sep 2014
SøułSurvivør
On a bleak and stormy day, we looked up at the sky.
The plains seemed deadly quiet. Not a bird flew by.
           Then all of a sudden
     we noticed something
new... The heavens...
strangely auburn...
          ghastly sort of hue!
                    Oh, dear, we thought
                             in horror! The tornados
                                are around! Then saw
                             the horrid funnel
                   cloud as it twisted
o'r the ground!
Honey, grab the
camera! So          
boldly
   said I...

And then awoke in heaven... for I was the first to die.


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 18, 2014
I hope you're enjoying these
Sort of writes... they are
A BEAR TO CREATE!
L. O. L.!!!

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