Religious Poems

Religious Poems

Footprints in the Sand

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Footprints in the Sand

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
Other times there were one set of footprints.

This bothered me because I noticed
That during the low periods of my life,
When I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.

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23rd psalm the Lord Is My Shepherd

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The Lord’s my shepherd, I’ll not want;
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; he leadeth me
The quiet waters by.

My soul he doth restore again,
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness,
E’en for his own name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale,
Yet will I fear no ill:
For thou art with me, and thy rod
And staff me comfort still.

My table thou hast furnished
In prsence of my foes;
My head thou dost with oil anoint
And my cup overflows.

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Jesus

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JESUS

“Mummy….we’ve been learning about Jesus,
And he lives up in the sky;
He hasn’t got a pair of wings,
So I guess he can not fly”.

“How does he stay upon the clouds ?
Why doesn’t he fall through ?
How come he sees everything ?
That we decide to do.”

“Teacher said that God’s his father,
who looks after everyone on Earth.
But I thought that Mary and Joseph,
Were there for the virgin birth.

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Have Faith (Easter Poem)

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HAVE FAITH

A crown of thorns placed on his head,
Blood running down his face;
Nails penetrating hands and feet,
For the sake of the Human Race.

His crucifiction was a symbol,
That his faith in God was strong;
Despite facing all his enemies,
His followers knew he’d done no wrong.

He was stoned, and spat on, by chanting crowds,
Until he’d breathed his last breath;
His body taken from that wooden cross,
Now that he’d met his death.

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God's Creation

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GOD’S CREATION

One day, God was feeling bored
so, he gave his mates his word,
He said,”With you I’ll make a little bet.
I’ll design, if I can,
what will be known as Man,
It’ll be the best design that I’ve done yet”

“Man will need a heart that beats,
a stomach and mouth so he can eat,
I think I’ll call him Adam, from this day.
He’ll have legs so he can walk,
and a tongue so he can talk,
And a mind to make him choose which part he’ll play”

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Christmas Joy

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Christmas Joy

Christmas bells and Christmas jingle,
Christmas joy and Christmas tingle.
Christmas trees and presents too,
Toys for me and toys for you.

Santa’s on his flying sleigh,
Santa’s on his way today.
Santa’s coming with a gift,
Giving everyone a lift.

Christmas trees are growing strong,
Christmas trees are growing long,
Christmas trees with lights so bright,
Twinkling in the darkest light.

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Joshua

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Many people know the story of Joshua and the battle of Jericho. Here's the real version!

I'm Joshua ... I'm popular.
I captured all of Jericho.
But how the heck it happened
I guess I'll never know.

God gave his daft instructions,
And he told me what to do.
I obeyed them to the letter.
I obeyed him. Wouldn't you?

At the front were soldiers
All marching in a line.
Then seven priests
With seven horns,
All looking rather fine.

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Thank You Pastor

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Thank you, caring pastor,
For tending to your flock;
You keep us all from weakening;
Like Jesus, you’re our rock.

Thank you special pastor;
Your sheep you’re always feeding;
Through example, guidance and stirring talks,
You give us what we’re needing.

Thank you, Pastor, for teaching
About Jesus, our Lord and Master;
For all you say and are and do,
Thank you, thank you, pastor!

By Joanna Fuchs

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Desiderata

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Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.

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