Christian Poems and Poetry about Christianity
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Christian poems, religious poetry written by those in the Christian faith. Also poems about Christianity, offering different perspectives on the religion. Poetry incorporating symbolism, ideas, practices and beliefs from the Christian faith.
LIFE4ME
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:53am
Yesterday 1:53am
Stand
who I am to stand
before the LORD Almighty
I am not worthy
fear overtakes me
my trembling knees give way
my eyes face downward
tears begin falling
at the pierced feet of Jesus
his presence comforts
he calls out to me
my child you are forgiven
remember the cross
I rise from my knees
his love for me is enough
to stand before him
before the LORD Almighty
I am not worthy
fear overtakes me
my trembling knees give way
my eyes face downward
tears begin falling
at the pierced feet of Jesus
his presence comforts
he calls out to me
my child you are forgiven
remember the cross
I rise from my knees
his love for me is enough
to stand before him
#love
#Christian
#spiritual
#haiku
#senryu
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Tensei
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 3:29pm
18th Jul 2019 3:29pm
The Whóred Flayer (The Lord's Prayer)
Our Step-father
who art a felon
hollowed is Thy name.
Thy Kingdom's done,
Thy will is gone,
on Earth as it is in Hell.
Take us this day our daily head
and punish our desires,
as we punish those who desire ahead us.
Let us rot in condemnation
as we quiver of the weevil.
For blind is the wisdom,
that flowers from your story,
for ever and ever.
Again.
who art a felon
hollowed is Thy name.
Thy Kingdom's done,
Thy will is gone,
on Earth as it is in Hell.
Take us this day our daily head
and punish our desires,
as we punish those who desire ahead us.
Let us rot in condemnation
as we quiver of the weevil.
For blind is the wisdom,
that flowers from your story,
for ever and ever.
Again.
#religion
#God
#Christian
#faith
#spiritual
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LIFE4ME
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 1:55pm
18th Jul 2019 1:55pm
Endure
you can't be tempted
beyond your ability
look to escape
faithfulness of God
provides the way of escape
endure temptations
beyond your ability
look to escape
faithfulness of God
provides the way of escape
endure temptations
#Christian
#spiritual
#haiku
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TIG
Poem Published
8th Jul 2019 11:03pm
8th Jul 2019 11:03pm
Generations
the splendour of the earth
For the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the LORD
as the waters cover the sea. Habakkuk 2:14 (NIV)
by the sweat of its brow,
the river bleeds upon the thirsty land
in its sojourn to find the ocean floor.
its perpetual flow
is more than i will ever understand,
just like the love of Him Whom i adore.
life beneath ocean depths
flourishes in the mystery of Your care,
each with its own uniqueness and its worth.
Your children You have kept:
creatures...
For the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the LORD
as the waters cover the sea. Habakkuk 2:14 (NIV)
by the sweat of its brow,
the river bleeds upon the thirsty land
in its sojourn to find the ocean floor.
its perpetual flow
is more than i will ever understand,
just like the love of Him Whom i adore.
life beneath ocean depths
flourishes in the mystery of Your care,
each with its own uniqueness and its worth.
Your children You have kept:
creatures...
#God
#Christian
#faith
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The_Silly_Sibyl
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2019 7:38pm
3rd Jul 2019 7:38pm
Visiting Emmanuel
Gathered in the lobby.
Ticketed and scanned.
A ritual. A recitation
of barcodes - once deplored
by Christ’s army and now
in their churches.
We’re taken to the lecture hall.
Cast out devils. Heal the sick.
Voice of Heaven
circling the dome.
Contrasting shades of oak
enshrine these passages
and bring the scent of Anglican domain.
In such a place we seem
like sinners in the melting pot.
Ticketed and scanned.
A ritual. A recitation
of barcodes - once deplored
by Christ’s army and now
in their churches.
We’re taken to the lecture hall.
Cast out devils. Heal the sick.
Voice of Heaven
circling the dome.
Contrasting shades of oak
enshrine these passages
and bring the scent of Anglican domain.
In such a place we seem
like sinners in the melting pot.
#religion
#Christian
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Joshuaberry
Ancestor
Ancestor
Poem Published
28th Jun 2019 00:21am
28th Jun 2019 00:21am
The Little You can Know
Without form and void,
The world gave a lunatic gaze.
Lack of luminous light love bought,
Darkness did give her a chase.
Open to no one was her,
Water beneath and air above.
Open to someone was the stars,
Lodging in authority's abode.
'Let there be light',
I saw the darkness did flee.
Off they vanished out of sight,
Coupled with unpleasant stuffs I couldn't see.
Her mood changed,
As soon as the light emerged.
With bright and lovely range,
They both adhered to his command.
Trees and seas,...
The world gave a lunatic gaze.
Lack of luminous light love bought,
Darkness did give her a chase.
Open to no one was her,
Water beneath and air above.
Open to someone was the stars,
Lodging in authority's abode.
'Let there be light',
I saw the darkness did flee.
Off they vanished out of sight,
Coupled with unpleasant stuffs I couldn't see.
Her mood changed,
As soon as the light emerged.
With bright and lovely range,
They both adhered to his command.
Trees and seas,...
#dark
#Christian
#devil
#spiritual
#vanity
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Aptsky
Poem Published
27th Jun 2019 7:06am
27th Jun 2019 7:06am
Outside my comfort zone
Getting lost in these happy go lucky
Churches
Where everyone is supposed to have
Plastered on smiles
I'm directed to greet every passerby
Ordered to be friendly way too fast.
I feel a sudden surge of hands grasping mine,
Everyone desperate to make eye contact
I just want to look the opposite way
Everyone desperate to say a positive word
When I have nothing to say, I stand frozen
It all sends my head spinning,
my body in shock
I'm not made to know everybody in the moment
I want to cry.
I'm trying to grasp hands and...
Churches
Where everyone is supposed to have
Plastered on smiles
I'm directed to greet every passerby
Ordered to be friendly way too fast.
I feel a sudden surge of hands grasping mine,
Everyone desperate to make eye contact
I just want to look the opposite way
Everyone desperate to say a positive word
When I have nothing to say, I stand frozen
It all sends my head spinning,
my body in shock
I'm not made to know everybody in the moment
I want to cry.
I'm trying to grasp hands and...
#anxiety
#Christian
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KeithEdwardBaucum
Poem Published
24th Jun 2019 6:05pm
24th Jun 2019 6:05pm
GOD
They say you're just a figment of man's imagination a way to explain the unknown. They say science is the one True God that there's an explanation for everything. That they can solve any problem with a mathematical equation. Is it true what they say? That you're just a figment of man's imagination and that science is the one true God. No of course not.
Written by: Keith Edward Baucum
Written by: Keith Edward Baucum
#religion
#God
#Christian
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SPIRIT
Poem Published
16th Jun 2019 11:03pm
16th Jun 2019 11:03pm
UNHoly (pt II and III of IV)
PROEM
Still, to this day, there's no substantial role women play in the church's hierarchy.
The Bible is a white male-creation, white male-centered, white male-guided, white male written and taught text, handed down for centuries, which is long on fantasy--short on history.
Will explore that and the moral paralysis the Christian Conscience places on sex and sexuality in Parts II & III of IV of UNHoly.
Part II "UNForgiving"
Free Fall
In philosophy there is a term “all possible worlds”-that means essentially, to take...
Still, to this day, there's no substantial role women play in the church's hierarchy.
The Bible is a white male-creation, white male-centered, white male-guided, white male written and taught text, handed down for centuries, which is long on fantasy--short on history.
Will explore that and the moral paralysis the Christian Conscience places on sex and sexuality in Parts II & III of IV of UNHoly.
Part II "UNForgiving"
Free Fall
In philosophy there is a term “all possible worlds”-that means essentially, to take...
#religion
#Christian
#spiritual
#philosophical
#morality
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Aptsky
Poem Published
13th Jun 2019 7:19pm
13th Jun 2019 7:19pm
The preacher's church
He owns most of it
His big eyes there staring, them wide open, innocently lost
Wondering where a good man's gone...
Him doing God's work
With all these vacant pews
And vacant lots
In God's holy house
He stands there yelling again, a fool alone on a stage
Yelling about sin, all kinds that plague
Condemning us here, condemning us there
Especially pointing his finger out to the single ones
Stuck in the single life, you know the ones unmarried without children, under God
He's so quick to condemn, so quick to condemn
But...
His big eyes there staring, them wide open, innocently lost
Wondering where a good man's gone...
Him doing God's work
With all these vacant pews
And vacant lots
In God's holy house
He stands there yelling again, a fool alone on a stage
Yelling about sin, all kinds that plague
Condemning us here, condemning us there
Especially pointing his finger out to the single ones
Stuck in the single life, you know the ones unmarried without children, under God
He's so quick to condemn, so quick to condemn
But...
#Christian
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2019 3:36pm
2nd Jun 2019 3:36pm
Proverbially, As One's Proverbial Process Precede's Itself
Blind alley. Trust fund.
Eyes on the alley.
Who's got it?
Premonition from the post-partem
world, (Where'd that kid
go anyway?)
Oh'oh....the ol'bastard's gonna
start cryin again' (Where's
the damn toilet paper?)
Where's them eyes that blind the alley,
Wimpering trickles of dirty
water? As life
Goes Down the Proverbial Drain.
No comfort to be touched.
Just wet and dirty stone.
...
Eyes on the alley.
Who's got it?
Premonition from the post-partem
world, (Where'd that kid
go anyway?)
Oh'oh....the ol'bastard's gonna
start cryin again' (Where's
the damn toilet paper?)
Where's them eyes that blind the alley,
Wimpering trickles of dirty
water? As life
Goes Down the Proverbial Drain.
No comfort to be touched.
Just wet and dirty stone.
...
#religion
#God
#Christian
#Buddhist
#pagan
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Kingvirky
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2019 1:18pm
2nd Jun 2019 1:18pm
They Eat Flesh and Drink Blood
Round the table are Nobles,
With a feast of blood and meat.
Not the regular animal treat,
But food fit for a king,
Prepared by the King of Kings.
Round the table are the Initiated,
Circumcised by the spirit,
Eyes stained,
Hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience.
They eat and drink at the LORD's table.
Round the table are Priests,
In their midst is the High Priest,
His flesh they eat and blood they drink,
They are no longer ordinary,
Not after this!
Round the table are Men,
Of different classes...
With a feast of blood and meat.
Not the regular animal treat,
But food fit for a king,
Prepared by the King of Kings.
Round the table are the Initiated,
Circumcised by the spirit,
Eyes stained,
Hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience.
They eat and drink at the LORD's table.
Round the table are Priests,
In their midst is the High Priest,
His flesh they eat and blood they drink,
They are no longer ordinary,
Not after this!
Round the table are Men,
Of different classes...
#Christian
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