Religious poetry

ck_quarterman80

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I don't know the future
But I know who holds it.
Safe in His Arms at last.
Through many trails and
Burdens to bear,
Safe am I at last.
Through tempest boil
And thunders blast,
I am safe in His Grasp.
Voices may blast and
Temptation may last,
But forgiven am I at last.
Forgotten we are not,
We are having a blast.

Out of confusion and despair
A great light hath shone
To calm the tempest blown.
For surely I am the Lord
No greater God to be known.
There is none beside me for
I am alone. Only I can atone.
As far as the heavens are above the earth
I have made my word known.
No longer am I unknown but shown
For I have been sent to atone.
I am known from the groan
Of the fridge zone to Sierra Leone.
For I am the builders stone to
Break the bone that you might
Pass the stone and be fully-grown.
For this time is a passing zone
Not to be fully shown but unknown.
Be of good cheer and make known
How you are shown and you shall not be alone.
I shall be by your side and I shall not disown.

Can The Lord redeem?
A Life as lost as mine.
Oh, that Love was mine,
But the future is Thine.
To hold and to be held,
Everything in its time.
To see the future is to
Behold what is Thine,
For surely this is Divine.
For we are told we are
The fruit of the Vine and
Our fruit the proof of the Divine.

 
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jhnbrbr

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Let holy charity
Mine outward vesture be
And lowliness become mine inner clothing
True lowliness of heart
Which takes the humbler part
And o'er its own shortcomings weeps with loathing.
(Charles Wesley)

I offer the above as an example of good religious poetry in the fervent hope that it will discourage you from writing any more of your own.
 

wljmrbill

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Not one of Wesly's better poems for sure.... I did not find ck_ quarterman 80 poem to be that offensive at all. appears more shakesperian( forgot the proper name for style) than the regular ryme and rthym we are used to reading.
 
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jhnbrbr

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On reflection I should have taken Wesley's advice and been more charitable. (Well, it was late, and I was tired). Even so, ck_quarterman80, I'm afraid I don't find your poem any more appealing in the cold light of day, not because it doesn't rhyme (it does!), but because it doesn't convey a coherent message and doesn't engage with my emotions in any way. But it's only my personal opinion, of course. "Each to his own" as Bill would say.

PS I stand by my opinion that Wesley's verse (from "Come down O love divine") quoted above is exceptionally good poetry - skillfull use of language, very original imagery and a powerful message.
 
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marval

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This is the one I like, I had to learn it at school, many years ago.

The Lamb

by: William Blake (1757-1827)



Little Lamb, who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?




Little Lamb, I'll tell thee;
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee:
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb
He is meek, and He is mild,
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!


 

Pista Gyerek

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Poems are made by fools like me,
But only god can make a tree;

And only god who makes the tree
Also makes the fools like me.

But only fools like me, you see,
Can make a god who makes a tree.

-Yip Harburg
 

Buttercup89

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[FONT=Courier,sans-serif]Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack'd anything.

"A guest," I answer'd, "worthy to be here";
Love said, "You shall be he."
"I, the unkind, the ungrateful? ah my dear,
I cannot look on thee."
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
"Who made the eyes but I?"

"Truth, Lord, but I have marr'd them; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve."
"And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?"
"My dear, then I will serve."
"You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."
So I did sit and eat.

-- George Herbert

Possibly my favorite poem... A fitting description of God, which makes me wish I was still Christian.
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Chi_townPhilly

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Sr. Regulator
I've seen it stated that the four canonical Gospels are similar enough in general to be clearly representative of the same events, but different enough in specifics to dismiss the possibility of prior collusion.

For an alternate versified view of Jesus, there's The Ballad of the Goodly Fere by Ezra Pound. Excerpts follow:

Simon Zealotes speak... somewhile after the crucification

Ha' we lost the goodliest fere o' all
For the priests and the gallows tree?
Aye lover he was of brawny men
O' ships and the open sea

When they came wi' a host to take Our Man
His smile was good to see
"First let these go!" quo' our Goodly Fere
"Or I'll see ye damned," says he

I ha' seen him drive a hundred men
Wi' a bundle of cords swung free,
That they took the high and holy house
For their pawn and treasury

If they think they ha' snared our Goodly Fere
They are fools to the last degree
"I'll go to the feast," quo' our Goodly Fere
"Though I go to the gallows tree"

A master of men was the Goodly Fere
A mate of the wind and sea
If they think they ha' slain our Goodly Fere
They are fools eternally

I ha' seen him eat o' the honey-comb
Sin' they nailed him to the tree.
 

methodistgirl

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I'm surprised that I didn't know any of that poem from Charles Wesley
since I'm a methodist myself. Us Methodist are well known for singing
a Charles Wesley song. Love Divine is the one I like.
judy tooley
 
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