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cleann98 Jul 2019
fashion your altar
from the tongue
in my mouth
i shall never
cease to sing
your highest praise

use my bones
make them yours
as a temple
wherewith you grace
with your blessings

and with all
the living skin
of my flesh
carve your image
that no one
shall ever forget

as i whisper
of your name
then every knee
shall simply surrender
and every tongue
soon shall confess...

that the sweetest
most sacred sacrilege
is the sin
to savor you
nothing ever better
nor would you
give any less
used to be a fragment of a poem i wrote before, but kinda reimagined.

*explicit but worth it*
still thank you for reading^^
Nath Jun 2016
As the pieces fall down
The withered leaves
The burnt feathers
I looked the world tearing apart

As the final note play
The last song to sing
The ending lyric
I heard a loud crashing thunder

As the final wind blows
My skin trembled
My heart stopped
I felt my soul danced with none,

As I believe in the Almighty
My life renewed
My heart revived
I felt Love greater than none.
John 11:25
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die
Jennifer Weiss Aug 2015
To the girl denying her heart,
I can hear you dying.
I can hear the terror inside your bones.
When you cry because he isn't calling.
Because you know inside yourself,
he is not going to love you like you deserve,
but you'll give yourself to him regardless.

To the girl who didn't wait,
but desires to things the right way this time.
I am you.
I feel your heart.
I hear your insecurities and your hesitations.
I hear your trepidation,
"Could I really be deserving of a love like that?"
And the answer is yes.
My dear, you deserve God's best.
And you can have it when you tell the Lord,
"Yes!"
to all His plans.

To the girl reading this with half of a heart.
I know you too, I once sat where you are.
I was once dead, and you might not be yet.
But the more you deny yourself and conform
to what they tell you to be,
the more you will have to regret.
God loves each and every one of us. So much so that if you were the only person born in this world, he still would have left heaven and came to Earth as Jesus to die on the cross just for you.
Jennifer Weiss Jul 2015
I always, sort of,
knew I'd be here.
In the midst of
a divine calling
upon my life.
I never knew
I could be
so at peace
and so scared,
at the same time.
But that's just
the human in me
and that's completely fine.
I have never been headed
in any direction
that has felt so
right.
I cannot wait to see where He is taking me, but I can all at the same time! :)
Dallas May 2014
Amazing Grace: your gift for all. So amazing your grace that you would die for us sinners on a cross in shame and agony though sinless yourself.

How Sweet the Sound: to hear "your sins are absolved"

That Saved a Wretch Like Me: Compared to your perfection and glory we are truly wretched. All blackened by sin, but because of your death on a cross not by water or blood, but by water and blood we are saved and washed clean and white. The only chance we have of getting into heaven is by your gift of Amazing Grace.

I Once Was Lost: like a sheep who strays from the flock and wanders off

But Now Am Found: I am safe and sound in your arms once again. You rescue me from danger and bring me back safe and sound.

Was Blind: because of sin and my faults, wrapped up in a blanket of hurting and lies.

But Now I See: the magnitude of this gift you give and because of your death, the pure spotless lamb, and the cleansing blood you shed for me and for many that sins might be forgiven.

'Twas Grace That Taught My Heart To Fear: fear you in a deep respect for your power, fear of not having you always there and fear of satan and the cost of sin.

And Grace My Fears Relieved: I used to fear what would happen if I sinned and I still fear as I should always, but I take comfort in the knowledge that when I sincerely repent, do my best to sin no more, and to avoid the things that lead me to sin I will be forgiven.

How Precious Did That Grace Appear: It is by Grace and Grace alone that we are saved and indeed how precious, how special Grace was as it appeared to me

The Hour I First Believed: The hour I came to believe in you Jesus my Savior who shed your blood, died and rose again that I might live!

— The End —