Jesus

The Morning Watchmen

Submitted by Elizabeth on Tue, 05/19/2009 - 03:42

Leaves dangle
Light lingers little
Birds are hushing
Sky blushes pale

Darkness falls
Stars gleam
Moon rises
Tree frogs sing

The night whispers
With early spring choir
The path is strewn
With fallen flower

Weary, worn, the world lays
Lonely, forlorn, the people pray
Steadfast, sturdy, the Father listens
Gentle, caring, the Father beckons

Fears are assured, rest falls
Upon the sheep gathered in fold
The Shepherd watches
The Shepherd stands
Along side the flock

The Nonsense Poet, 1-5

Submitted by Anna on Mon, 05/18/2009 - 20:09

1.
You make a valentine of galaxies
The universe is your love letter
Though we’re stained and torn
You laid down your life for us, so insignificant
So we could be your bride—
Whiter than snow.

2.
And I’ll ride away on my Heart Air Balloon
Fly off to the sky
Away from the HeartbreakLands where now I dwell
And I will be the Queen of Hearts.
But I will miss the seashells,
And there are things I cannot forget…

Thy Saving Mercy

Submitted by Elizabeth on Tue, 04/28/2009 - 14:46

Tears trickling down mine face
Staining mine cheeks with red
I seek imploringly for Thy grace
Thy saving hands, Thy steadfast hold
Were stained with the same pain
Thy hand reaches and takes my soul

Pain piercing mine heart
With sharp agony and dread
I plead for Thy mercy to impart
Thy saving side, Thy cleansing blood
Were pierced with the same grief
Thy Mercy over me floods

Gaby's Christmas

Submitted by Sarah B. on Sat, 04/11/2009 - 19:04

Yes, I know it's not Christmas! Too bad! :) I wrote this short Christmas play last year, and completely forgot about it! Let me know what you think!

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Gaby’s Christmas

CAST:
ANGEL CHOIR (with CHOIR LEADER)
GABY
SHEPHERDS (with SHEPHERD 1)
WISE MEN
MARY
JOSEPH

SCENE ONE
(ANGEL CHOIR enters. They are whispering excitedly amongst themselves. The CHOIR LEADER moves to the front and motions for quiet.)

CHOIR LEADER: All right, everyone, let’s practice for tonight.

I Thirst

Submitted by Clare Marie on Fri, 04/10/2009 - 14:43

I hang stretched upon a naked tree
Pierced hands, pierced feet
Bleeding wounds -oh so many
A crown of thorns upon my head

About me stand my enemies
Laughing and deriding
Mocking me -but how I still love them
I created them each individually

Where is my God?
I am forsaken
Oh! How great are the sins on my soul!

Sins of which I am not guilty
A burden I took out of love

My children! I love thee!
My own! Come back to me!
Ah, how I thirst for souls!

Baby Jesus

Submitted by Elizabeth on Tue, 12/09/2008 - 22:31

Twinkling
Sparkling
Jingling
Ringing
Singing
Christmas joy

Christ is here
Born to cast out all fear
The reason for our joy
Jesus, the little baby boy

Songs are sung
The bells are rung
Smiles are bright
The stars, alight

Dancing
Weaving
Bouncing
Smiling
Laughing
Christmas happiness

The joy that the Infant Jesus
Has given us this Christmas
Fills our hearts with praise
For the small, holy, baby

Worth While

Submitted by Bernadette on Tue, 10/28/2008 - 00:05

Can’t take away a tear
But can prepare a wound
So bitter can it be
To see the sea rise
Like a mourning wave
Inside a fearful eye
Can’t take one more breath
Captive in an angry look
To see another step
So take a look around you
To see if you can find
The resting you need
For those weary little feet
Don’t go beyond your home
For no one will see you cry
Don’t gaze around this room
To see someone appear
For He is right there
Like a rain in the desert

Jesus

Submitted by Brianna on Mon, 09/01/2008 - 03:24

Jesus in the sun that rises
bright and glorious, pink horizons
Jesus in the birds that fly
soaring, floating, passing by
Jesus in the crashing waves
white and foaming, ocean spray
Jesus in the open fields
touching heaven, green and real
Jesus in the summer night
cool and damp in pale moonlight
Jesus in the trees that blow
whispering softly all they know
Jesus in the great blue sky
passing clouds, and wondering why
Jesus in the mother's sorrow
waiting, hoping for tomorrow

Bring Us Home

Submitted by Anna on Sat, 06/28/2008 - 14:08

We’re born into sin
Everyone's wicked
But we think nothing’s wrong
We don’t know we’re
Dying
without growing old

We may feel that we’re
In a meaningless life
But we push it away
We don’t let ourselves know we’re
Empty
without having been filled

The emptiness grows
And we try to avoid it
We fill ourselves up with all the wrong things
And we find ourselves
Bound
without being chained

Christmas Time

Submitted by Anonymous on Wed, 12/12/2007 - 12:44

I love Christmas time! Where on Christmas eve you ride to Grammy’s house in a Christmas dress or sweater and when you get there you see all of your family sitting on couches, and you cousins laying on the floor or running around playing and screaming and their parents tell them to be quiet!