Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
30th Jun 2023 7:13pm
30th Jun 2023 7:13pm
A HUMBLE PRAYER
A HUMBLE PRAYER
Forgive me, O Lord, for those hidden sins
I do not know I’ve made.
Those sins that hinder me from my victory-win
Teach me what they are
That I may not repeat the offense to You.
When people call me names I don’t approve or like
I tend to wonder if they are right
Perhaps I do not see myself as they do
Yet, the possibility exists they may well be jealous of me.
In my heart, I don’t feel I am boastful or proud
I don’t feel I do wrong nor do for others to see
Yet, my enemies have me for a show-off ...
Forgive me, O Lord, for those hidden sins
I do not know I’ve made.
Those sins that hinder me from my victory-win
Teach me what they are
That I may not repeat the offense to You.
When people call me names I don’t approve or like
I tend to wonder if they are right
Perhaps I do not see myself as they do
Yet, the possibility exists they may well be jealous of me.
In my heart, I don’t feel I am boastful or proud
I don’t feel I do wrong nor do for others to see
Yet, my enemies have me for a show-off ...
#Christian
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
16th Dec 2022 9:41pm
16th Dec 2022 9:41pm
AMOR ETERNO
Te amo, O Dios, con todo mi corazon
Con todo mi mente y mi ser.
Con todo lo que tengo en mi interior
Deseas verdad en lo mas intimo de nosotros
Te amo hasta que la luna no de su luz
Ni el sol su calor.
Hasta que Tu verdad deje de existir
No por ley del hombre
Sino por el fin de la eternidad
Te amare y te alabare porque eres lo mas amoroso que hay en la vida
Aunqu seamos infieles, Tu sigues siendo fiel
Pues, no te nace ni te niegas a Ti mismo
Es Tu verdad por todas las generaciones.
Apesar de todas las cosas, te...
Con todo mi mente y mi ser.
Con todo lo que tengo en mi interior
Deseas verdad en lo mas intimo de nosotros
Te amo hasta que la luna no de su luz
Ni el sol su calor.
Hasta que Tu verdad deje de existir
No por ley del hombre
Sino por el fin de la eternidad
Te amare y te alabare porque eres lo mas amoroso que hay en la vida
Aunqu seamos infieles, Tu sigues siendo fiel
Pues, no te nace ni te niegas a Ti mismo
Es Tu verdad por todas las generaciones.
Apesar de todas las cosas, te...
#religion
#Christian
#faith #spiritual
#faith #spiritual
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
16th Dec 2022 9:30pm
16th Dec 2022 9:30pm
MISSING EACH OTHER
How long idid You reach out to me with an outstretched arm
And I made not myself available?
How long did I not waltz my way through life longing for You
To reach You, to find You?
Yet, when you stopped, I reached for You and now it is You
Who make Yourself not available.
As I enter, You exit.
When You called, I did not answer.
Now, I call and You do not answer.
How many years did You not stand in the hollow
Of my empty void of my soul awaiting for me?
How blind I was with the blindfolds of my own selfishness and ignorance.
...
And I made not myself available?
How long did I not waltz my way through life longing for You
To reach You, to find You?
Yet, when you stopped, I reached for You and now it is You
Who make Yourself not available.
As I enter, You exit.
When You called, I did not answer.
Now, I call and You do not answer.
How many years did You not stand in the hollow
Of my empty void of my soul awaiting for me?
How blind I was with the blindfolds of my own selfishness and ignorance.
...
#Christian
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
17th Dec 2022 7:35pm
17th Dec 2022 7:35pm
MISCONCEPTION
Misconception is worst than a lie and worst than deception.
A lie stays within the bosom of the one who utters a lie
And deception is discovered and discerned sooner or later.
Misconception, however, spreads like wildfire
It's adopted, creating chaos and a world of confusion.
Misconception can become man-made traditional tales,
Adopted as truth, damaging the mind of those who do not believe
In corection once misconception is discerned.
It is by miconception that Jesus Christ
Told the Pharisees, "You teach the doctrines of Mankind ...
A lie stays within the bosom of the one who utters a lie
And deception is discovered and discerned sooner or later.
Misconception, however, spreads like wildfire
It's adopted, creating chaos and a world of confusion.
Misconception can become man-made traditional tales,
Adopted as truth, damaging the mind of those who do not believe
In corection once misconception is discerned.
It is by miconception that Jesus Christ
Told the Pharisees, "You teach the doctrines of Mankind ...
#religion
#Christian
#TruthOfLife #tradition
#TruthOfLife #tradition
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
10th Aug 2020 1:33am
10th Aug 2020 1:33am
GOD OF WONDERS
God of power, love, and endless wonders
Whose throne is in heaven above lightning and thunder
If You and I were to walk hand-in-hand
Across the miles of city land
Would You be ten or a million feet tall?
Standing by You,, would make me grasshopper small!
Would You have to bend Your neck a little
Or bend more like halfway down the middle
Not to bury Your head on the sun, the moon, or the stars?
And how do they stay up there so far?
Would You walk right through the hot summer sun
Or the lit-filled moon when the day is done
Because You,...
Whose throne is in heaven above lightning and thunder
If You and I were to walk hand-in-hand
Across the miles of city land
Would You be ten or a million feet tall?
Standing by You,, would make me grasshopper small!
Would You have to bend Your neck a little
Or bend more like halfway down the middle
Not to bury Your head on the sun, the moon, or the stars?
And how do they stay up there so far?
Would You walk right through the hot summer sun
Or the lit-filled moon when the day is done
Because You,...
#Christian
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oskar
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 9:35am
9th Apr 2024 9:35am
Valhalla
Valhalla
rest day
Sunday is the day of rest for most people
except for cooks, servers, and housewives
They have Mondays
that day hasn't got many customers
they can warm up, Sunday's leftovers
it is said ennui is the day when the brain rest
that is why the slamming of car doors
is frowned upon.
I know of a man when building a home, used
gravestones as building material
He stayed in the house one night
could not stand
the whispering voice let me out of here
it was all a mistake
Moved into the barn shared...
rest day
Sunday is the day of rest for most people
except for cooks, servers, and housewives
They have Mondays
that day hasn't got many customers
they can warm up, Sunday's leftovers
it is said ennui is the day when the brain rest
that is why the slamming of car doors
is frowned upon.
I know of a man when building a home, used
gravestones as building material
He stayed in the house one night
could not stand
the whispering voice let me out of here
it was all a mistake
Moved into the barn shared...
#religion
#Christian
#prayer
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
19th Dec 2017 9:52pm
19th Dec 2017 9:52pm
HOPELESS
Imagine if there was NO heaven
And no one ever held a Lucky Seven.
Imagine if the fate of all of Mankind
Whether cruel or kind,
Whether good or bad
Whether Happy or sad
All eternally damned into a lake of fire
Without the Savior as a Sire.
No Savior with His Saving Grace
No God with a comforting embrace.
Will you still sing Sunday praises and do your charitable deeds?
Will you have any motive, strong grounds or any guiding lead
To live and lead the Righteous life
Free of malice, anger, and contentious strife? ...
And no one ever held a Lucky Seven.
Imagine if the fate of all of Mankind
Whether cruel or kind,
Whether good or bad
Whether Happy or sad
All eternally damned into a lake of fire
Without the Savior as a Sire.
No Savior with His Saving Grace
No God with a comforting embrace.
Will you still sing Sunday praises and do your charitable deeds?
Will you have any motive, strong grounds or any guiding lead
To live and lead the Righteous life
Free of malice, anger, and contentious strife? ...
#hope
#religion
#God
#Christian
#SelfReflection
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ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:33am
Yesterday 5:33am
Unseen
Trek onward to overcome the fear
When it grates my flesh but feeds my spirit all the things I yearn to hear
Truths of grace breaking through
Undeserving yet still I hope in the invisible You
Debts cry to control
Lay claims to the will to reposes by default, my soul
With interests built up, the entitlement of the betrayed
Taken apart, dissect the heart, when my actions are filleted
You’ve every right to reject but still you love when I am unlovely
Fear cast out of perfect affections lavished upon
Beauty from the ashes when...
When it grates my flesh but feeds my spirit all the things I yearn to hear
Truths of grace breaking through
Undeserving yet still I hope in the invisible You
Debts cry to control
Lay claims to the will to reposes by default, my soul
With interests built up, the entitlement of the betrayed
Taken apart, dissect the heart, when my actions are filleted
You’ve every right to reject but still you love when I am unlovely
Fear cast out of perfect affections lavished upon
Beauty from the ashes when...
#Christian
#faith
#WritingPoetry
#fear
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Rew
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2024 4:47pm
23rd Mar 2024 4:47pm
The Fear Stings
I passed away long years ago
and death gave me all that I posses,
a comfy berth free of rent and tax, though,
being incomeless that could induce some stress.
I have a box to keep my bones within
a roof composed of good old English turf,
and here I lie and the dead long day sing
of the second coming and my rebirth.
I have sang all the old songs, composed anew,
and still I lie and still I sing,
although the notes are now lower and few,
as my bones return to dust, the fear stings.
and death gave me all that I posses,
a comfy berth free of rent and tax, though,
being incomeless that could induce some stress.
I have a box to keep my bones within
a roof composed of good old English turf,
and here I lie and the dead long day sing
of the second coming and my rebirth.
I have sang all the old songs, composed anew,
and still I lie and still I sing,
although the notes are now lower and few,
as my bones return to dust, the fear stings.
#death
#religion
#Christian
#rebirth
#rhyming
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
12th Mar 2024 12:05pm
12th Mar 2024 12:05pm
A Deadly Town
In a place called Oak Ridge, Woodlands, Texas is the sacred temple...
The sacred place of peace and destruction.
Alia joins the masonic lodge despite what Christians think. Driving a sword.
Non people pleasing serum.
Armageddon has arrived. Stampede from Lion King 1 will happen.
And we all will die
The sacred place of peace and destruction.
Alia joins the masonic lodge despite what Christians think. Driving a sword.
Non people pleasing serum.
Armageddon has arrived. Stampede from Lion King 1 will happen.
And we all will die
#religion
#Christian
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Beyondbroken88
Poem Published
7th May 2019 11:47am
7th May 2019 11:47am
Floating in Holy Water
I fall back into the water like a baby into her mother’s arms
I’ve looked forward to this moment
For a long time
Lift me up so I can meet God with a smile
I want to feel him watching me
Showering me with blessings and love
All I hear is my heart beat and the sound of water
God, can I just stay here for forever and talk to you?
Can I just float here and listen to my heart?
I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time
Watching the birds above me against the bluest sky, is one of my favorite moments of my life
Thank you God for all...
I’ve looked forward to this moment
For a long time
Lift me up so I can meet God with a smile
I want to feel him watching me
Showering me with blessings and love
All I hear is my heart beat and the sound of water
God, can I just stay here for forever and talk to you?
Can I just float here and listen to my heart?
I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time
Watching the birds above me against the bluest sky, is one of my favorite moments of my life
Thank you God for all...
#God
#Christian
#gratitude
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ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
4th Mar 2024 4:16am
4th Mar 2024 4:16am
6 poems read from my new book…
Homemaker’s Guide To Navigating The Apocalypse
#LifeStruggles
#Christian
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
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