Suppose Man Could Live ForeverSuppose man could live forever.Suppose Man Could Live Forever2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What would he do with all his time?
Would he work for his own gain?
Or dwell in meaningless rhyme?
Would he sing out from his heart?
Give all he has to those he meets?
Ring a bell and call in the masses?
Or do good to the ones he greets?
Would he devote his life to God and country?
Join the fight for honor and virtue?
Spend all hours searching for another?
Or scramble for hope to run to?
Suppose man could live forever.
Would he hide from his fears?
Or be like our Savior?
And be of good cheer?
More than BelievingFaith is more than believing,More than Believing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like trusting your dearest friend to always be there,
To some it may be the hardest thing to do,
But it's one the most rewarding things.
Have faith in Christ,
even when it rains,
even when it's sunny,
even when life is crashing down,
even when life couldn't get any better.
When it feels like no one understands,
Like no one listens,
Like no one cares,
Like no one's there
He's the one, who truly understands,
He will listen,
He does care,
He is always there.
Mistake after mistake,
it seems like I cannot win.
Hurtful words caused by anger,
like I can't do anything right.
He will give another chance.
Have faith and hold on,
He will guide you home.
I do not just believe,
I have faith.
The GardensHidden in a garden placeThe Gardens2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A miracle occurred.
As a God fell on His face
His three friends did not stir.
Untold agony of all
Was placed upon this Man.
He heeded His Father's call
As it was in the plan.
Think of His hands, clenched in pain
As He bore all our griefs.
His precious blood fell as rain
As He felt no relief.
For hours He suffered this
But it had just begun.
After, the traitorous kiss,
But still it was not done.
Led to a courts mockery,
They tried to pass judgment.
No wrong found, but still not free,
To Pilate next He went.
By him He was questioned, tried,
And still no fault was found.
Pilate knew the courts had lied,
But still he held Him bound.
The Passover Feast was then,
A prisoner would go.
The Highest of High would win
Or lowest of the low.
A robber known of the land
Or Him, the perfect One.
Evil gained the upper hand
But still it was not done.
"I find no fault in this man."
But the judgment was thus-
They said, as he washed his hands
"His blood be upon us!"
When he asked
Torch of RibbonsTorch of Ribbons2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fingers curl 'round the stick
Blazing colors fly above
Hold the emblem, all to see
Share God's light, His truth and love
Blinding white, my faith is strong
Blazing blue, I am divine
Fiery red, my worth is great
Brilliant green, knowledge is mine
Glowing orange, make a choice
Dancing yellow, work for good
Flaming purple, integr'ty
Shining gold, as virtue should
Beauty bright, our ensign true
Gifts from God for you and me
As Young Women we are strong
Standard-bearers for all to see