Original Poems about God from Our Church to Yours

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O that Devil, that black winged beast,

Upon my soul, he roosts, he feasts;

The flick of the pen, my sins stack high,

Laughter unstemmed, my soul’s siren cry;

Natural inclination, again pulled toward temptation,

As unseen beings make their habitation;

I cry out, Lord, save me from this mire!

I cannot alone save my soul from hellfire!

My body is weak, my willpower frail,

But You grant strength in the midst of his gale.

O my Lord, my white winged Savior,

Oh! Love so sweet! Oh! Love to savor!

Please save my lost soul, please pull me up,

I strayed from the path; I have filled up my cup.

But You humbled Yourself and died for my sin,

To offer everlasting peace, open a doorway to heaven.

I raise my voice in joyful praise!

I sing thanks to the Son of the Ancient of Days:

You broke me down, and now build me up,

And make me more Christ-like, with You I will daily sup.

The gift of life, a fragile concept,

No guarantees, a brutal contest,

A life may end, day be unknown,

A normal routine, then sudden gravestone.

Life and death, a demonic contract,

Bound to man from a serpent’s first contact.

This sin brought death, an act of free will,

For God will not force His children the pill.

This fleeting life, all time precious,

Often mishandled, blown by the reckless,

Is profitable in diligent God-fearing labor,

By faith the character is prepared by the Maker.

Only one life, no second chance,

Preparation for heaven occurs on Earth’s grant.

The fruits of the soul must be assessed,

All selfish desire must be suppressed.

Christ’s Second Coming, upon Earth’s doorstep,

Probation will close before that reconnect.

God now tests individual fidelity,

As each decide their eternal destiny.

One simple match seems harmless at first,

An exciting, short game in which the mind is immersed.

Friends play along; joyous time well spent,

Then comes the next large gaming event.

The question is asked, obligations abound,

Then to the game you are found rebound.

Minutes, hours, days, weeks,

Mind pining for the next dopamine peak.

Suddenly awoken from the steady slumber,

Seeing a life unfulfilled, fully encumbered.

Take a single step, break the slothful miasma,

For it burns life’s joy, like trees to rolling magma.

Brain whispers: “Abstaining is hellish, I am averse

To caging this raging insatiable thirst.”

Take up the sword, fight the invasion,

Daily march down the path to liberation.

Depression, anger, sadness, defeat,

All will melt before your feet.

 Beams of dawn break black night,

Rise from the bed and prepare for the fight!

Holdfast the weapon that pierces the soul,

And plunge to your knees, you know not where you go.

Another day; replenish again,

Ask for more strength than ten thousand men,

Christ now arms you for battle ahead,

Combat the one who wishes you dead.

Take up your cross: that internal struggle,

Daily the Devil has sins he might smuggle.

So, take shelter within the fortress called Christ,

He helps determine commodities of vice.

While keeping forces of corruption at bay,

The life is allowed to flourish, obey:

Christ brings you up to His level;

Creating a character no longer disheveled.

Resistance comes at your own peril,

A resistant mind is one become sterile,

For as God’s truth is unlearned again

Satan lures the mind back down worldly dens.

Repeated indifference, a stagnant waste,

Of which Christ cannot propitiate.

The second time becomes much harder

To fight the sins of habits bartered;

Stifled convictions result from this mill

Churning the long-cherished habits of hell.

The harvest is sown, the harvest is reaped,

Willing blindness will not excuse one’s defeat.

Comforting thoughts of immediate conversion

After years of rejection, continued aversion,

Are not the fruits which will come to bear

Prayer will give way in the great time of despair,

A prayer at first, then comes a swear,

Christ will strip all wickedness bare.