Lord, Please Hear Me Dedicated To God's Grace And Mercy Lord, please hear me when I pray... Although I love You, I've lost my way! How I let this happen, I...
God Is Beautiful Dedicated To His Majesty My eyes have never seen Him even once His beauty is not for the sight but for the soul A wonderful thought deep...
What Would Jesus Do? People ask 'What would Jesus do' in our situations? Well, let me be His witness to all the people and nations. I don't know, in our...
I Found A Friend Dedicated To My Savior, Jesus! Another dark day and gloomy night they make my heart long for the light So much pain and death I see this world...
Greetings Christian brothers and siters, I have a question and I wonder if you could help me understand. Over the past few months there has been a lot of talk...
Hello everyone! I'm TJ and I'm new to the group. This is my first poetry post to the group. Enjoy. TJ ... Tell me you love me By Theresa Harvard Johnson Ignite...
THEY DIVIDED HER LOTS AMONGST THEM they divided Joseph's coat amongst the brothers they divided Jesus' clothes amognst the soldiers they fought over Bessie's ...
Is it hard to find the time to pick-up your Bible? Would you like to read a little more of the Bible than you currently read? Do you need something to uplift...
small and large pieces broken once joined call to each other cacophanous birds and carion at once my groans to an audience of two You and me I move like...
so . . . . hardened caseous crumbling bone and nerve that whines and screams grinding always one against some other makes my dreams offer some more reasons for...
after the slice and grind impalement and so on a clear stream cool almost refreshing bathes my mind if only I could take advantage of the relative peace to...
from bone to bone meal cushion taken shredded is replaced a grift from hip to spine then metal make an awkward brace then stand and sit and careful be no twist...
uneasily I look about the physical a road now clutter-free and little-trafficked quiet peaceful bode the cells that signal shorted out float dormant I don't...
feeling touching peeling away the cloth layers I wonder if I will find what I hope to see soft and firm skin glad at my touch am I glad Your fruit the taste of...
he sits in the sand looking about wondering both whether and when ( he used to know) standing awkwardly on rubble of steel concrete clay and rot weapons on her...
tired as clay at the start of the day so much to make with this flesh move it to care for it wearing joints work themselves bone made meal as wheat is threshed...
a touch of skin of eye to eye familiar and forget a sense of who complete a circuit painted features flat a photograph may show or not but only if the soul is...
fatigued hurt of muscle tendon bone not the constant soreness and burn but the end-of-the-day uuuuuuugh and at the same time night medication will I feel calm...
falling off a precipice and landing there again plummeting down endlessly but crash and smash and then somehow hang and fearfully look down and up at once dirt...
I reach out forward sleep beckons though it may also mock this that I must do first this and that though my mind sees a woman shimmering curls a dark thunder...
turning to drugs for refuge swallow this and that hoping and knowing it won't work best I'll end up is flat feeling the fire in nightmares truly the bleed of...
will I lift weights today or walk or both or neither an icky day when everything hurts tired bored and boring another packet wrapped with a ribbon of...
flayed and mangled flesh blood pulp hash of muscle scraped from bone powdered by the mallet's blows on and on the hammer goes tissue yields and anger grows ...
as (my) life shreds no plans to make no control (even less than usual) and thinking of the struggle against mere iron that I win bar gripped in pointless fists...
do I have (this disease or that) here are my symptoms I probably have everything why ask when my chest hurts more after my back is treated my wiring may be...
violent pounding a lash and a scream tired and so they take turns flesh curls away from the voices and whips sweat and blood mix each cell burns standing and...
Why Is The Resurrection Significant? By Stanley T. Crawford Luke 24:1 – 12 describes the first Easter. It wasn't called Easter by the men and women of that...
when pain pills take effect at night my brain a sieve my thoughts a fright my words so silly next I blush aplogies come in a rush a flood so irresponsible as...
letting go and pressing on the flesh and mind combat strength of will both Yours and mine trim muscle from the fat grease the pan to fire without burning what...
Feeling lead to post this tonight, especially because of the way the Church is moving into Apostasy so fast and the Passion for the Christ movie is destroying...
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