Jesus Poems
Mercy, Is the Cry of My Heart
by Christen Kuikoua
I am evil.
I am evil.
And still, in my evil, don’t leave me, Lord.
If You walk away, I will fall.
My flesh will devour me.
I’ve tried to please You
with everything in me,
but I can’t.
I can’t.
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Thorn Crowns and Iron Nails
by Christine Kuruvilla
Oh! Woe the day—
The day history stained its page red,
With the blood of an innocent Lamb,
Who bore the weight of His children’s sins.
Judas—he betrayed his Lord,
Who shared with him His body and blood,
For a bag of silver,
And that night unfurled disaster.
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When the Master Comes
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The stars will twinkle so brightly,
When our loving Master comes,
So hold onto blissful faith tightly,
Through myriad tangerine suns!
Jade hills will ring with laughter,
In plum diamond sunshine glitter,
As the dim past ceases to matter,
And never again is anyone bitter.
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The Weary Lone Traveller
by Carl Rex
Along a dry and weary road
There stood a Traveller once
He was quite bent with a heavy load
Of sins so many tons
He stood there looking all confused
Under the daylight sun
He knew not then which way to choose
The broad or narrow one
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Sunday Holiday
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Lanes are still;
and church music drifts.
Brilliant noon.
Fragrant rose,
Cat and purple butterfly,
Hearts are filled with love.
Mercy, Is the Cry of My Heart
by Christen Kuikoua
I am evil.
I am evil.
And still, in my evil, don’t leave me, Lord.
If You walk away, I will fall.
My flesh will devour me.
I’ve tried to please You
with everything in me,
but I can’t.
I can’t.
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Magdalene: Jewel of Jesus
by Ghairo Daniels
MAGDALENE : JEWEL OF JESUS
She was the Chosen
a beckoned one
to ignite His speeches
smooth it with her own
illustrious strength
‘Courage against Odds’
marked her inner Jewel
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33. Devil's Guest
by Kea Campbell
The enemy delights on my temple, and when I feast on the world, he is the Host.
He cut off my nose in hopes that my anger would grow.
His hand clenches my liver and the other guides my tongue.
With every breath of his sweet air that I take, I deny the gift of life from my lungs.
And when I'm dead, will he be at the gates to represent me in the Lord's court in attempt to allegate?
With every step I take into the light, he fills my heels with lead.
But the Lord will make mine like Hinds' feet and rebuke the Devil's tread.
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Flower of Christmas
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
mint green Christmas and
star shaped poinsettias point
at the golden hour
red plant revelry
and hoot owl's quiet in snow
mauve sun is setting
pretty centerpiece
where loved ones gather laughing
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Christmas Poems by Michael R. Burch
by Michael R. Burch
These are Christmas poems by Michael R. Burch. Some are darker Christmas poems and heretical Christmas poems.
The First Christmas
by Michael R. Burch
’Twas in a land so long ago . . .
the lambs lay blanketed in snow
and little children everywhere
sat and watched warm embers glow
and dreamed (of what, we do not know).
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