"overcomers" poems
God is building up his people
A holy nation, a royal priesthood
A people chosen by God
To do his mighty will on earth
Jesus is interceding
for his precious little flock
He's loving us, and leading us
On the path that we should take
The holy spirit is drawing us
Before the throne of grace
To feel Gods love and mercy
To strengthen us for the fight
We are a mighty army
with the trinity by our side
We are called victorious
By the testimony of our mouths
We are the overcomers
No longer living in fear
We will stand against the foe
And our faith will be our shield
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
Christ has transform us into living Miracles.
All of the things that we have gone through.
To come out stronger, not being destroyed.
For many people have been destroyed by less.
Destroying themselves instead of persevering.
Which is what Christ has called us to do trust him.
Not give up on this life become overcomers here.
To not allow the evil one to deceive you into destruction.
But to stand firm and fast, to become overcomers in life.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
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truth, pa-tien, wait, watch, see
free-be, from your fiture.
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This is that,
which to poets of old claimed ours
by right of use known
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degrees of separation twixt
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during less patient proper
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property, something to lean on,
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they rod, the me-asurer and
they staff, i lean on for ward
setting the vector of now from now on
easy as that,
lean good, in any way, next
is never as predicted.
This is that.
This is how words live in readers of this book of
This life. and that,
more abundant.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 2:28 PM UTC
I will continue to compose every day,
and let the inner man say whatever.
I will let the darkroom of my mind
shine and showcase my products.
I will continue to inspire and captivate
the young, old and eager minds alike.
Deep down within me is a voice crying,
and craving for a space in the minds
of those with faded dreams and broken hearts.
I will continue to give wings to words
and fly them beyond their hopes and dreams.
See how I flip words and juggle thoughts,
I am the gladiator, see how I swing my pen,
I was commissioned to resurrect dead words
and I'll continue on this creative journey
until the lord of words takes away my last breath.
I will share whenever I can, however I can,
and whatever I want and share my thoughts.
I will continue to let my poetic ink leak
on different colors of papers or in digital form.
Call me the dark Vader of ghetto poetry,
Some think I'm the last link between
the overcomers of poverty and victims of politics.
I will let the poet in me let out decibels of screams,
I will mold minds and rekindle faded dreams
via the richness and depths of my poetry.
I wish to write poetry that is enchantingly lovely
and spit spoken words sharper than a Samurai's sword.
I will continue to head the renaissance of poetry.
I have the compulsion to write and share
all that I've received from the universe in my verses,
just look at my lines, see the iambic meters.
Too Many great minds once walked this earth,
too many dead legends died without a chance
to showcase their God-given talents and gifts
All because they had no access to FB
or other platforms on which to share their thoughts.
The graveyard is the richest place on earth.
They say it has too many unrefined talents,
too many unrealized dreams, unspoken words,
too many unexplored visions and unwritten lines,
too many unheard voices and unexpressed thoughts.
.....I will
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6.11.2019
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 9:33 AM UTC
Suffering builds character while Love heals your mind.
Something that with Age that I realize that right now.
That when you are struggling, life seems harder then.
Each trial or struggle seems to be getting worst then the last.
But in the very end of the schemes of Life right here now.
The hardships only make each of us a stronger person here.
Thus helping us to become Overcomers through Christ.
So when you do seem overwhelm here go a head and cry.
Then pray for his Strength within you to help build you up.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
Oft times, your ways are hard Lord,
but they are just and fair;
you help in times of troubles,
to show us that you care.
Some only see the sorrow,
some only see the pain;
but those that know your truth,
have everything to gain.
We sometimes do not understand,
the way you show your plan;
but a sunrise and a sunset,
is one creation...Grand!
We suffer in your name Lord,
from human persecutions;
from skeptics and from fools,
under false delusions.
We must be overcomers,
to run the race and win;
tethered to your word,
we overcome our sin.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 11:57 PM UTC
Today, the church celebrates the feast of St. Joseph, Jesus' foster father and the spouse of the Blessed ****** Mary. Precious little is known or mentioned about Joseph in the Bible. He was a carpenter, and he was a good man: righteous and honorable. He doesn't say a single word, has a few angelic visits in his sleep with instructions and promptly obeys, and dies quietly sometime between finding Jesus in the temple and when Jesus begins his public ministry. There are a number of times throughout the Bible where God speaks to people in or through dreams.
For The Dreamers
For all the dreamers and the ones who dare to dream
For all the times reality is more than what it seems
For all who listen patiently for the call to something more
Those who take the chance and walk through the open door
To find a piece of paradise where dreams become realized
A Heaven where our lives and selves are idealized
To those who want a better world and find a lasting peace
To those who quest for answers and those, for truth, that seek
For all the ones that doubted said "No. It can't be won!"
For the ones who still believed there was work yet to be done
For all who triumphed. The overcomers and the unsung heroes
For all the refugees who are more than ones and zeroes
From the Martin Luther Kings to the kid on the streets
The homeless and the hungry with no shoes on their feets
They too, have dreams, they have futures and a hope
The one who sings the one who paints so they can cope
Could be just the inspiration that someone so desperately needs
To dream, to grow, to rise up and do great deeds
Sometimes we wake up with a vision
An image or thought clear as day
Something inspired and amazing
Finding answers and solutions to things that previously vexed
The clarity when pieces fall into context
If you hear his quiet voice while you sleep
Answer: "Your servant is listening. Lord, please speak"
Trust that he will lead you and you will not go astray
Have faith in the Lord, take heart, listen and obey
Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 8:26 PM UTC