#blessings poems on Hello Poetry

preservationman Jun 2014

Helps me get my work complete
His awards are daily blessings as a treat
I don’t have to worry about a days paid
It is praise all the way
I can have all the overtime I want
My responsibility of salvation, glory and holiness
My experience is my witness
I don’t have to worry about being fired
It’s Jesus that helps me to stay inspired
If I do something that isn’t right
God doesn’t get all up tight
It’s divine understanding in plain sight
No money needed to satisfy
It’s guidance from God in every try
I can pray all hours of the day
It’s a permanent job here to stay
A new day is a new experience
Energy applied with plenty of endurance
I never forget to get my glorified work done
Jesus is Lord and is number one
When the job seems tough
God understands when it is enough
A Boss every one should know
The Lamb’s voice being the show
My hours never have to be complete
It’s God’s blessings keeping me from deceit
A Boss I am proud to work for
His teachings are what I want to explore
His praise and Mercy are what I applaud.

#heaven #blessings #wisdom

Mrs Ashley Somebody Jun 2014

10 People Who Have It Worse Than Me

(And Reasons Why I Have It Pretty Good)*

2. Starving people in Africa who have nothing that even resembles a stable govermnent to keep them safe and fed and alive.

3. Couples going through divorce or recovering from divorce, and their poor children. =\

4. Drug addicts living on the streets without a family or a hope.

5. Women and children caught up in human trafficking and slavery who have no one to save them.

6. Would-be-mothers who cannot have children. This is heartbreaking for many women.

7. Children abused by their own parents who then have to go through foster care and withstand the constant reminder that they do not have parents that love and care for them.

8. People who have no hope and who believe a bottle of pills is the only way to take away their pain. Life is never a curse, and it is not one's responsibility to take when it becomes unbearable.

9. Fathers who can't find a job in our economy and who feel like a failure because they can't support their family's needs.

10. People who sit in a church and believe they are being good enough to go to heaven, when they've never heard the true gospel spoken to them before.

1. And most importantly...the great number of individuals who have not heard and those who have rejected the Good News of Jesus Christ. It's nothing that I have done that makes me any different than them, but only the grace of God that I took hold of. I won't stand by while my fellow man lives on less than I do every day. I am blessed with food, a better government than many in this world, and parents who love each other and the Lord. I have a life of hope that sustains me better than drugs, a life worth living, and the financial support that only God could supply. And I have a church that preaches the gospel each Sunday and reminds me of how much I need Him.

Lord, never let me forget Your many blessings. Self-pity, worry, and depression keep me from my true potential as Your daughter and servant. Show me how to share my blessings with others, so that I can spread Your Word to everyone I meet.
Amen.

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LN May 2014

Blessing

What a blessing it is
to find the right words
to describe you
because for far too often
I find you
hanging at the corner of my lips
and settling on my numb fingertips
unable to be released
into the realm of art.

#love #thoughts #you #writing #blessings

Martin Narrod Apr 2014

Mew

as soon as these blue speckled
socks go, that's it. A new bright black death.A solemn weir on a stark horizon.Give me a reason to wear color. My hueless affidavit
runs me into the Earth, where I sprout up
a pallid keb- brain orf'd, you could drag my etiolated ebon
body through the ovine fold or take me to the theater. When I was just a minor teg, I sheared my mim kip, I fuckinggave it to you outright. In this little
cote my wan mien nigrifying; my calamitous black, quaffed full of congou in demitasse, of souchong & saucers. My atrous wethered body albicantly degenerating in the atrous sun. I'm crusting over with wanness and you, you're fortifying in the cwm where I used to yaff and stray. Your ovivorous hunger,something I never knew, when first you came for my jecoral flesh, just another bot digging through my soft toison. Like Dall's Prometheus being sheared from the flock-you cut me away. In this drab and achromic world, you put the wanness in my flesh, the gid in my heart. Still.
Just these blue socks are left.

Written Sitting against an Oak tree outside of a family friend's farm in Fond du Lac, Wisconsin

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Martin Narrod Apr 2014

Phone Calls

My body steeps in this hot sarcophagus,
Coated in fake butter topping.

I watch trollops quaffing hoppy-scotch,
Flipping wristwatches for moves to jump rope two-and-two.

Like when I was 10, and I saw this ***** white trash can of a man,
Fly out of a grocery store with a 40oz like he was Peter Pan.

But I knew deep down, in my swashbuckling soul of souls,
That Peter Pan got Wendy by being a gentleman.

So this fever, that has my mobile phone not shaking in my pocket,
I keep staring at every five seconds for you to call.

Is just another moment in my life to cherish, because if we should be married, And I want to talk. I'll just need to walk down the hall.

— The End —