A collection of poems that reflect beliefs and faith in God. May you be inspired and uplifted by these poems. And may they strengthen your faith in God!
In every whisper of the breeze, I hear,
A sacred echo that dispels all fear.
Through the gentle touch of morning's light,
I see His grace, forever shining bright.
In every bloom that adorns the earth's embrace,
I witness His artistry, sublime and chaste.
My faith unwavering, in God I trust,
For His presence surrounds me, just and just.
"Come ye little children unto me.
For of such is the kingdom of Heaven;"
Such were the words of our Divine Lord,
Such dear ones the command he has given.
Dear little soldiers of Christ you'll be,
With wreaths and breast-knots of virginal white,
When ye kneel at the altar God's glory
Will surround ye, in a halo of light.
Be brave, little ones, and be pure of heart,
For God loveth innocence, such as thine;
Daily ask Him your past sins to forgive,
"Yes," He will say, "ye are children of mine"
In faith, I find solace in God's embrace,
Trusting in His promises when shadows encase.
His love, a balm, soothes wounds deep within,
A guiding light amid the trials life tends to spin.
In His grace, I seek refuge and strength anew,
For His word illuminates paths that are true.
Serene whispers lead me through darkness' plight,
With unwavering trust in God's eternal light.
Lord our God, who rules above,
Accept our earthly works of love
And fill our souls with faith to prove Thy Majesty.
Let the Gospel's seed take root and bloom,
And flowers of faith expel the gloom,
For Christ has risen from the tomb In Majesty.
Let ev'ry tongue Thy praise proclaim,
Let ev'ry knee bow at Thy name,
For Jesus Thou art still the same In Majesty.
The heavens with Thy name shall ring,
And countless angels endless sing.
We'll live with Thee, our Lord and King, In Majesty.
While my task seems hard to bear;
Hard to know that on this earth
I'll never see thee more, ne'er
See thy smile at my return,
Nor hear thy fresh young voice in
Accents fraught with filial love.
But we will meet again, meet To part no more, in the world
Of heavenly rest, of promise Of eternal joy. The Vine, The living Branch, whose tendrils
Take root in the heart alone. Knew that our love was earthly,
That our hearts clung to our child.
And now we, with humble trust
In God's goodness, in his word, "Come to me all ye that are
Laden, and I will refresh ye," We will join in the anthem, "Abide with me."
Give me the eyes of Faith to see.
Behind the clouds of sorrow,
My Father's hand still guiding me
On to the bright tomorrow;
And onward still, through good and ill,
His eye shall safely guide me;
All dangers past, safe home at last,
With Jesus close beside me!
Three Words Of Strength
Poet: Friedrich Von Schiller
There are three lessons I would write, -
Three words, as with a burning pen,
In tracings of eternal light.
Upon the hearts of men.
Have Hope. Though clouds environ round.
And gladness hides her face in scorn.
Put off the shadow from thy brow, -
No night but hath its mom.
Have Faith. Whene'er thy bark is driven,
The calm's disport, the tempest's mirth.
Know this: God rules the hosts of heaven.
The inhabitants of earth.
Have Love. Not love alone for one,
But man, as man, thy brother call;
And scatter, like the circling sun.
Thy charities on alL
Thus grave these lessons on thy soul,
Hope, Faith, and Love, - and thou shalt find
Strength when life's surges rudest roll.
Light when thou else wert blind.