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BSeuss Sep 2017
the light of the Creator is tattooed into my soul; as it looks at its reflection, through the window I call my eye.
As we woke up each and every morning
His love and beauty comes shining,
His greatness and power is pouring,
And He gave us all His blessings…

I know that I have always been a sinner
But He is always there as a healer,
All the sacrifices of our God, our Father,
He only wanted to make us better.

We only remember Him if we need something,
and there are times we turn our back on Him,
How selfish we are to do such thing
While our Lord God gave us everything…

We only realize our faults when its too late,
But remember, our Lord God can always wait,
Confess all your hatred and your mistakes,
Believe in God and don’t lose faith.

Today all my worries are lessen,
Even my burdens have lighten,
Because God our Father in heaven,
Is always with me 24/7!

©2014 John Vincent Obiena. All rights reserved.
Do you believe that God is always there to lighten up your burdens and Love you because he is our Father in Heaven. This poem is will make you realize that He is always there for you.
Star BG Jul 2017
I jump start my day with a smile that rolls off face to another.

I jump start my day with a breath aligning me with source energy.

I jump start my day to dance in the powers of the affirmations I echo.

Affirmations that I am the I am, creator, avatar of compassion and love.

Affirmations that fuels my day.
Inspired as I chatted with Paul Butters, Thanks
Colm Jun 2017
When I'm like this
I can paint on the wind with a feather brush
And mix the colors fervently

Though I do not stain

I can hold the canvas however I please
And hang it on a lively tree
Just for you to see

*The way which these creations have made me
Because a creator creates....happily.
Timothy hill Mar 2017
You conduct, around a god not too know if real!

So what in life, is too his appeal taking all your desires and reels.

Not me I live, with only one thang creating betterment of all.

So fade, from his shades and resume with fake sins.

Creators of God, begone from my reality I will decode your reasons
No god fakeality, for line's to become place.
Ace Sargent Jan 2017
Cross our heart and hope to die,
we will stick these needles in our eyes.
Create an earth with threads and pin,
visions dance through blood and pain.
Design this world my darling boy,
cut the cloth and make these toys.
Little humans and tiny bones,
malleable limbs and shiny thrones.
Make them selfish, make them cruel,
but none shall lie, not under your rule.
So as your blood makes rivers flow,
I suggest you learn to tightly sew.
For faulty words and drifter’s thoughts,
are something not all humans fought.
Colm Jan 2017
Be not mistaken
I'm here as a creator
Your words hold no sway
Over my designer's eyes
So keep them in your own lines
There are two kinds of people in this world.... (;
Angela G Jan 2017
please don't tell me,
that i should be my first priority,
when i am but one out of many,
and many are far more burdened than i.

please don't tell me,
that my comfort is of utmost importance,
when there are things far better than "comfortable,"
that lie far outside of my comfort zone.

and please don't tell me,
that no one could love me more than me,
and do not tell me,
that i can fix all my problems by myself,
that i am the solution to all my mistakes,
and that i am my own savior.

if all i have is me,
then i am hopeless,
and i am limited to failure.
don't lie to me.

on the contrary,
i have a Creator,
whose name has been shunned,
because no one wants to give credit where credit is due.

do not lie to me,
you only fool yourselves.
while you selfishly keep the glory,
He provides for you;
giving you all that you thought you had given yourself.

do not lie to me.
i know better.
and, for your own sake,
do not lie to yourself either.
Alyssa Underwood Dec 2016
O morning sky of endless blue
Tinged with purply-pinky hue
You tell me of His mercies new
Whose heart pursues my own

O geese in wingèd winter's flight
Your honking cries arouse delight
And lift my gaze to seek thy sight
As wooing from His hand

O softest breeze which skims my face
And stirs with such mysterious grace
My soul to reach for Love’s embrace
You brush me with His kiss

O snowflakes falling to the ground
You pierce my heart without a sound
To crave a purity only found
Beneath a bloodied cross

O setting sun in half-light glowing
Waning day’s last glorious blush showing
You paint with fire my spirit’s own knowing—
This life is fading fast

O stars of midnight’s blackest sky
Paraded forth, you pull my eye
Toward One Who speaks this ceaseless cry:
“I’m coming back for you.”

O creeping fog to dawn’s light clinging
You whisper, Love’s veiled message bringing,
With haunting echoes faintly singing,
“Lose all of you in Him.”
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"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world."  ~ Psalm 19:1-4a

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