I've left my past for I've come
face-to-face with my Lord.
I refuse to leave this world without
resolve and I refuse to carry the burden
of not saying sorry...
I'm asking for forgiveness
from innocent bystanders
caught in the cross fire
between my angels and my demons.
For my battles of war were
those of selfishness, idol worship,
vulgar talk, bad drink, promiscuity...
I saw the plagues of death
but escaped them
Thank God I'm still alive!
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.
Friday
Thursday
Your Spirit
I'm taken under way, way
down deep by your spell
beneath my heart.
I sing praise God!
A man of supreme love.
You are a savior to a soul
that was at one time ready
to travel a bitter trail.
You took away the lightening
and the thunder from tired lips,
spoiled fruit from a wounded body,
and daggers from vindictive eyes.
Thank you.
For you gave of yourself freely.
I foresee a prosperous future
trimmed in shimmering gold,
protected by heavenly spirits
together we walk side by side
toward the light.
Touched by His hand and embraced
by His power. His spell and your spell
I'm taken under.
down deep by your spell
beneath my heart.
I sing praise God!
A man of supreme love.
You are a savior to a soul
that was at one time ready
to travel a bitter trail.
You took away the lightening
and the thunder from tired lips,
spoiled fruit from a wounded body,
and daggers from vindictive eyes.
Thank you.
For you gave of yourself freely.
I foresee a prosperous future
trimmed in shimmering gold,
protected by heavenly spirits
together we walk side by side
toward the light.
Touched by His hand and embraced
by His power. His spell and your spell
I'm taken under.
God is Love
There is nothing in this world better
than seeing a man who has fallen in love with God.
His sins have been long carried by Jesus
his voice sings of the Holy Spirit.
He glows, smiles, laughs, cries.
My husband, Your Son, Our Father.
Thank you.
Touched he is by God's powerful hand
held is he by the Lord's wonderful embrace
problems become foundations of strength
to think twice about what you say and
how you say it is evidence of new found respect
for God is written on his face.
Jesus is his guide and the Holy Spirit is his angel.
Life will never be the same.
Salvation is the only way.
Prayers of strength to keep fellowship with God.
Life will never be the same for he will continue to grow,
humbled, relieved, understood, wise.
He is my husband, your Son, Our Father, Thank you!
Soon
The Spirit Lives
Some would be amazed if they took the time
to watch, listen and smell around them
And what they would see is trees that move alone,
rain that falls, snow that melts
and what they would hear is a roar of thunder,
the rat, tat, tat of hail, the whispers of wind
and they would smell all that grows green, moves,
sings, screams and they would be amazed.
For there is no scientific expression
that would relieve wondering senses.
For we know deep within who is responsible
and we shiver at the thought of something
bigger and stronger than ourselves and we
can't understand.
Going on our little merry ways and just living
without really taking notice.
to watch, listen and smell around them
And what they would see is trees that move alone,
rain that falls, snow that melts
and what they would hear is a roar of thunder,
the rat, tat, tat of hail, the whispers of wind
and they would smell all that grows green, moves,
sings, screams and they would be amazed.
For there is no scientific expression
that would relieve wondering senses.
For we know deep within who is responsible
and we shiver at the thought of something
bigger and stronger than ourselves and we
can't understand.
Going on our little merry ways and just living
without really taking notice.
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