"restoreth" poems
The Lord is my Shepherd
PERFECT PROTECTION
I shall not want
PERFECT SATISFACTION
He maketh me to lie down
PERFECT REST
In green pastures
PERFECT NOURISHMENT
He leadeth me
PERFECT GUIDANCE
Beside the still waters
PERFECT PEACE
He restoreth my soul
PERFECT RESTORATION
He leadeth me in the paths of
righteousness, for His name's sake PERFECT WALK
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the
shadow of death, I will fear no evil,
PERFECT CONFIDENCE
For Thou art with me
PERFECT COMPANIONSHIP
Thy rod
PERFECT DISCIPLINE
And Thy staff
PERFECT SUPPORT
They comfort me
PERFECT CONSOLATION
Thou preparest a table before me
PERFECT FELLOWSHIP
In the presence of mine enemies
PERFECT TRIUMPH
Thou anointest my head with oil
PERFECT STRENGTH
My cup runneth over
PERFECT JOY
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life
PERFECT LOVE
And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
PERFECT HABITATION
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 12:21 PM UTC
Today and for a few days now
I just had to look at your photos
different ones two of them
In one you wore a tie and one other from a while back and I
felt like a billionaire everywhere.
I felt a different kind of wealth
A peacefulness about it,
in places too mystical to share.
A rush of lightening quickened
my breath and happiness never
felt so real as in looking,
at your photo more for it's inner worth though your outercore
is mostly holy for me.
I love you to tears in every look
and best that midnight criptic
shadowy one I cried all night long
with this one, and in love the most.
A verse asleep in memory chip, awakened me, you love me.
your love apeace my entrails.
Beloved of God divine.
~~~
You maketh me to lie down in green pastures:you leadeth me beside the still waters.
You restoreth my soul: You leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for your name's sake.
Alhough I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear NO evil: for thou art with me;
thy ROD and thy STAFF
they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over precioso.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in
the house of you my Lord
my beloved for ever.
~~~~
By: Karijinbba
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 12:52 AM UTC
I went out this morning
to clear the cobwebs
off the walking path
though truth be told
it was too cold for spiders.
The plants and trees
were more or less
hospitable.
That one **** spit
seeds at me --
will have to remember
to learn his name later.
The pawpaw trees
are looking well.
I greeted all the ones
on my level.
The violets winked.
A woodpecker drummed.
There were no still waters--
but I swear,
He restoreth my soul.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC
The Lord
is
my
Shepard
I
shall not
want
He maketh me
to
lie
down
in green
pastures
He leadeth me beside still waters
He restoreth my soul
He leadeth me
in
the
paths
of
righteousness
for his name's sake
Yea
though I walk
through the valley
of
the
shadow
of
death
I
will
fear
no
evil
for thou
art with me
thy rod
and
thy
staff
they
comfort me
thou preparest
a table
before me
in
the
presence
of
mine
enemies
thou anointest
my head
with
oil
my cup
runneth over
surely goodness
and
mercy
shall
follow me
all
the
days
of
my
life
and
i
will
dwell
in
the
house
of
the
Lord
for ever
?
...
..
.
...
..
.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
drowned
drained
unconscious...
unhealthful thoughts
weaken of flesh
tired and alone....
darkness inside
unbalance time
broken wings...
solemnity absorbed
tears inside
Thy Words, reminds.
forgiveness
of unbecoming, to you
be restoreth in time....
be renwed now
my heart and mind
knees on, THY ground.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 12:27 PM UTC
**In watchfulness and praise,
His holy mount is reached,
He cometh sure to take His Bride,
As the sanctified have preached .
The Christ of the saints will return to the earth,
Rejoice, singing all day,
How good the Lord how great His work,
Rejoice singing all day.
There's harmony and peace
When holiness our aim,
No doubting then when truth we Know,
And all righteousness shun fame.
It's only through His grace,
Redemption we attain,
No dark'ning clouds can mar our sight,
When the kingdom is obtained.
Christ satisfies our hearts,
In trails He gives strength,
With inward might we brave the storms,
And His gentleness our wealth.
Restoreth He the sick,
His scourgings heal our pains,
All Satan's might He crushed for e'er.
Lo! His faithfulness remains.**
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 7:10 AM UTC
The Lord is our shepherd, We shall not want.
He maketh us to lie down in green pastures, He leadeth us beside the still waters. He restoreth our soul, He leadeth us in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake. Yea, though We walk through the valley of the shadow of death, We shall fear no evil, for Thou art with us, Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort us. Thou preparest a table before us in the presence of mine enemies, Thou anointest our head with oil, our cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow us all the days of my life, and We shall dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC
Like King David in the bible, as I grow older, bones grow colder, seeking added warmth where, how, ever, mechanical, humanoid
Start my day, with a Canadian mug, illustrated with Vincent Van Gogh's Almond Blossoms, brim 19 .oz filled of Caribbean islands blended beans an elixir biblical that soul restoreth, and yet fresh from the *** yet requires 1:30 seconds of maximum additional heating
and I drink it down in minutes few
and go back for another
I know I'm droning on, many of you have escaped looking for pithy
abbreviated angsty desperation that
tumbles out of troubled chests
well you have to just keep on wailing
what no mas?
nope
but u can always hope
sorry this poem joke is in you...
but feel free to microwave me
back
Jun 7, 2025
Jun 7, 2025 at 9:09 AM UTC
The day of Pentecost had fully come, as they met in one accord
A sudden sound, a mighty wind, a token of the Lord
Cloven flames, tongues of fire, as thy sprit thus descent
Prepareth the soul for gentle gales, yet convicted to repent
A miracle yet of the mind, upon prophets of old
To preach to nations intelligibly, effects to thus unfold
Perplexed and thus bewildered, as languages be spake
Other tongues of utterance, the faith of Christ awake
A solemn feast brought to a halt, a mighty great concourse
To hear the good news of the Lord, observed with some remorse
To meaneth truth and yet be mocked, to claim they’re full of wine
God chose the weak to confound the wise, as branches of the vine
The day hereby thus prophesied, by Joel of centuries past
The miracles, signs and wonders, fulfillment brought to last
Peter’s message communicated restoreth divine favour
The fruit of Christ resurrection, he ascended our great saviour
Fully clothed with power, his rising yet not disproved
The supernatural phenomena, his word shall not be moved
The same Jesus who was crucified is both our Christ and Lord
As still proclaimed amongst the earth, which we could not afford
Allegiance owed to he who reigns, who sat on David’s throne
The highest honour in heaven, our hope in Christ alone
A sense of awe, an awesome joy, others joined to listen
As the multitudes were saved and to see the Lord’s love glisten
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
the scent of rain
nourished
the earth
restoreth us
thus
cleanse
the
world of
her pain
that
to bring
new life
to us
again
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC