Poems 4 God

[thefightinglamb]

Just wanted to share a prayer I was given a while back....and was wondering if anyone else would as well...

God please make us;
mold us; shape us--
to be more like you
because daily, we're failing
and this is all I can do...

Grant us courage
lend us the bridge
to cross into uncertainty
out of the map of the trapped
where we can play with you and dream...

Of being what we are;
stop analyzing ourselves into art;
before dreaming turns to grieving
that I didn't act
or change my ways...

And I pray you destroy* (create) me this night
destroy my thoughts into visions; and my visions into sight:
to become more like YOU;
stop pretending I'm the sun neverending
and begin to investigate myself to find the truth...

The truth is...

(I sometimes us this as a starter for prayer, but I'm strange as everyone knows...)

God bless
And may the Lord fill us all with light and love
tony

* I sometimes fill it is both the work of God creating in us, or destroying the darkness in us...so its kind of both, at least for me...

 

[thefightinglamb]

I was inspired for this one by some girl I know named Holy Holly...

I cut the threads:
the chords are broken;
My mind is dumb:
but my heart's still hoping...
my heart's still hoping.

I gotta get here;
Lord, how do I get away from here?

The sun rises:
inside of here eyes;
the darkness lifts:
whime* I still disguised? (whime= why am)
I am still disguised.

I gotta get away from here;
Lord, how do I get away from here?

Let's burn the past:
with the lighter's flash;
forgiveness to replenish:
the holes so deep they hurt us;
because hurt no longer holds us...

I gotta get away from here;
Lord, how do I get away from here?

O my God, you'll brighten the morrow:
when the sun illumines our sorrow;
Christ to make us holy,
even if we fall now
We cannot fall now....

We gotta get away from here,
Lord, take us away from here.

 

[thefightinglamb]

This is a poem about MY life...
for some reason instead of seeking some love story,
I remember even in middle school having a t-shirt with a picture of Medusa's head on it; and for some reason that made an impression on me...but no, I was not really hardcore, I was just lost...
But it also is kind of about how you can watch as people you love/care about leave and fall into the decay of sin...
I hope this lightens someone's day...
God bless, now and always
antony of the wounded Lord

my princess is dressed in black, pt1
How did Cinderella
turn into Medusa?
when you were younger,
you were so beautiful...

Nothing really ever seems right...
until you lean on Christ.

"I watched the floods engulf you,
and I wanted to tell you
that there--my heart broke too,
just call and I'll come to your rescue."

Nothing really ever seems right,
until you lean on Christ.

"I'll beat back the thousands,
mending your loose ends;
I'll wear myself thin,
to wash away your sin...

I'll wash away your sin."

 

[BrokenAndBeautiful]

I really like the poetry you've posted on here. I love writing poems & songs but I never thought I was ne good. Heres a poem I wrote a few days ago...I call it: HIS STORY .................... SEEMS LIKE I CANT STOP STUMBLING AROUND, WHEN ALL HOPE IS LOST AND NO JOY CAN BE FOUND.... I REACH 2 GOD, 2 HIM MY SOUL IS BOUND... AND I KNOW I'LL BE MORE THAN OKAY... WITH HIM, I KNOW I'LL ALWAYS HAVE A WAY, TO GOD BE THE GLORY, NOTHING COMPARES 2 THE STORY THAT WAS WRITTEN WITH HIS BLOOD... NOTHING COMPARES 2 HIS LOVE... EVEN WHEN IM DROWNING IN LIFES FLOOD... HE REACHES OUT HIS SCARRED HAND AND PULLS ME UP...SOMETIMES I DONT WANT 2 LIVE ANYMORE... WHEN ALL HOPE IS LOST, AND REDEMPTION IS A CLOSED DOOR... I REACH 2 GOD, IN HIM I CAN BE SURE... I KNOW THAT I'LL BE MORE THAN ALRIGHT... IM LOST, IM BLIND, BUT HE RESTORES MY SIGHT... TO GOD BE THE GLORY... NOTHING COMPARES 2 THE STORY THAT WAS WRITTEN BY HIS BLOOD... NOTHING COMPARES 2 HIS LOVE... EVEN WHEN WE'RE DROWNING IN LIFES FLOOD... HE REACHES OUT AND LIFTS US UP... NOTHING COMPARES TO HIS LOVE.

 

[thefightinglamb]

Kind of ashamed toadmit it...but on my fixed lawn mower, mowing the yard, I started recalling songs by the 2 SKinny J's....like Pluto is a planet...than I remembered "We're all champions" and I thought I would tweek that one...so here's one to all the homies out there...

a champion pt1
The LORD's a champion...
He's a champion...
The LOrd's a champion...
He's a champion...

I was on my knees,
watching all my dreams bleed:
not knowing that God
sees the darkest side of me...

When you wake up,
and there's no makeup;
and all you're hopes are breaked up
and you don't know what's real and fake yeah...

Know:

The Lord's a champion
He's a champion
The Lord's a champion
He's a champion

In nightmares so deep
it seems you can't even scream
without the demons
destroying everything...

And you call out
in the darkest cloud
sight beyond sight wanting
because the blurs get you doubting...

Know
The Lord's a champion
He's a champion
The Lord's a champion
He's a champion

The Lord's a champion
The Lord's a champion
The Lord's a champion
The Lord's a champion
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Thats all 4 now
God bless
tony

ps. BrokenandBeautiful...I liked that poem...

 

[thefightinglamb]

praying for her

I looked into her empty eyes
and I wanted to remind her of sunshine;
of sunshine.
I bowed down and cried,
because she's going to die...
she's going to die,
lost in sex and lies.
unless she turns
and finds Jesus Christ--
find Jesus Christ
and you will find life.

The darkness glooms
like a tempest destoying
the visions so murky
we move our fingers through the hope
of a pond so shallow,
we can move right through....
but we stay on the surface,
downcast and lugubrious,
who can save this?
who can save us?

And, so I stood there--an owl alone,
crying out to God through the night,
for mercy on you
for mercy on me
because I can barely see
the fog so thick
its confounding everything,
will you still fight?
Will my prayers change anything?
Because I need you, Lord,
to change EVERYTHING...
to change EVERYTHING.

When my heart was grieved
my spirit inbittered,
I was senseless and arrogant...
senseless and arrogant.
A brute beast before you,*
caollously, rashly
stomping through the day
breaking and destroying
everything holy
because I didn't see anything.
I saw nothing at all,
but this faultering faith that I have clinged to
amidst it all.

The beauty of my eyes
has gone to the whore house,
will you reach down and save her?
will you reach down and change her?

She glows like a blinded light,
that collapses at midnight,
not seeing the future,
not dreaming forever
just tripping on,
from commercial to commercial...

How can I remind you what's real?
What's beautiful and holy?
If I could pry open your closed eyes,
I would stand there and hold them,
because the light's worth the conquest
and true love can mend the unrest
and save that golden sunrise
weeping may remain for the night--
but his joy comes in the morning...
JOY will come in the morning.*

*taken from parts of psalms...

 

[MysticRain]

Earlier tonight I met someone on CC that was just the most amazing person. If I was a singer I'd have written a song, if I was a color, I'd have projected a hue, but I am a poet and this one's for you:

All the corners and their edges,
All the tears and the hurt.
All the points and their jags, they can stab you…cut you
I will protect you from their formulas and equations.
They see you as a problem…to be solved.
I see you as life…life to be lived.
Lines rising into heaven….never ending….never ending.
I look up to see them…understand them. But they are beyond me.
At least for now…at least for now. But I am the greatest climber,
A mathmatician without peer…do not underestimate me. I will learn the sum of your angles.
Complexity…complexity. All beauty is complexity…simple is so boring.
Predictable is boring….but I love your 90, 90, 90.
You always keep me guessing.
Triangles are so much more interesting than spheres…

 

[Mysti]

Very beautiful
A wonderful poem. Gives me inspiration!

 

[FindingSerenity]

Mystic, How I wish I am a poet myself, but I may not be. Yet, I cannot help but appreciate how beautiful the poem is. You know what, I can really feel you. I feel the genuineness of your heart. May you continue to write and inspire others. Keep on writing! I can feel the sincerity and depth. Be a light Mystic! All smiles for you!

 

[Rasha]

Very niceeee