One believes there might be.
While another won't see me.
They believe in choice,
but don't give Christians a voice.
The enemy supports their views.
And before long, they end up in the news.
And some of you even respect them.
Looking at a weed and calling it a gem!
You encourage the growth,
by taking an oath.
The unbeliever believes in what he wants
he uses slick phrases and even taunts.
The ignorant, lost and confused
are typically judged and then abused.
Why debate with an ingrate?
Why lose sleep over their peep?
You know the difference between truth and lie,
what do you think will happen when you die?
A flash of a light and it will all be over
while some will be resurrecting a new Rover.
So why bother with the archenemy
whose only out to destroy your anatomy?
The fool says there is no God. Psalm 14:1
This blog is for those readers who enjoy inspirational poems and other creative fictional writings that glorify God, challenge one to reflect on his or her walk with God, expose errors in religion, and encourage those who feel like God just isn't listening sometimes. Enjoy spiritual poems by Nicholl.
Wednesday
It Was Something About Him
I couldn't put my finger on it,
something about him I didn't like.
These were the days that I was
in love with Mike.
He was nice.
He was respectful--
kind and polite.
He was educated,
unique, but not my type.
I wasn't crazy,
I was just young,
still a baby.
Didn't know the difference
between what was good and what was shady?
He was a beautiful man
who loved God--
used the Bible as his
fishing rod.
My blind eyes couldn't see,
he knew he had often annoyed me.
"Come to our bible study,"
but I wasn't ready, my life
wasn't clean, it was still muddy.
God took his hand off the spiritual man
and left me alone--there was no more Dan.
No more invites and no more slights.
I thought I was doing "okay, alright."
But now that I look back on my life,
God was trying to save me from stress and strife.
something about him I didn't like.
These were the days that I was
in love with Mike.
He was nice.
He was respectful--
kind and polite.
He was educated,
unique, but not my type.
I wasn't crazy,
I was just young,
still a baby.
Didn't know the difference
between what was good and what was shady?
He was a beautiful man
who loved God--
used the Bible as his
fishing rod.
My blind eyes couldn't see,
he knew he had often annoyed me.
"Come to our bible study,"
but I wasn't ready, my life
wasn't clean, it was still muddy.
God took his hand off the spiritual man
and left me alone--there was no more Dan.
No more invites and no more slights.
I thought I was doing "okay, alright."
But now that I look back on my life,
God was trying to save me from stress and strife.
Thursday
It's a New Day
No worries, no pain from yesterday
got a feeling that today is my day!
Going to pick the old me up off this bed--
no longer crying and seeing red!
I'm not in the mood to lend a listening ear
to gloom.
Don't have the energy to share my space
with doom!
Not today.
Taking time for my Lord!
Sharpening my sword.
Got a plan in my hand
won't let it sink in sand
(At least not this time
spending my last dime!)
Walking on a pathway of peace
while praying for foolishness to cease,
I held my hand up
and the Lord took my cup--
said I wouldn't be needing this
something I thought I'd miss--
it was yesterday's troubles
sitting in bubbles.
Today is my day!
So I will sit and pray,
whatever the Lord wills
come what may!
got a feeling that today is my day!
Going to pick the old me up off this bed--
no longer crying and seeing red!
I'm not in the mood to lend a listening ear
to gloom.
Don't have the energy to share my space
with doom!
Not today.
Taking time for my Lord!
Sharpening my sword.
Got a plan in my hand
won't let it sink in sand
(At least not this time
spending my last dime!)
Walking on a pathway of peace
while praying for foolishness to cease,
I held my hand up
and the Lord took my cup--
said I wouldn't be needing this
something I thought I'd miss--
it was yesterday's troubles
sitting in bubbles.
Today is my day!
So I will sit and pray,
whatever the Lord wills
come what may!
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