9 Heaven Poems
Heaven is not a fantasy tale. Heaven is real. Reflect on these
heavenly poems as you think about that glorious place. A
place where there is no more pain, no more tears.
you can't enter into heaven with unforgiven sin and without
true faith in Jesus Christ. One of our these poems reflects this truism.
These inspirational Christian poems are worth reflection.
The following Christian poems speaks directly about overcoming
sin in your life, and in this world, in order to reach heaven, it is clear that
sin must be eradicated and this only occurs
when one is made righteous through belief in Jesus Christ.
Preparing For Heaven
Poet: Greta Zwaan © 2008
The knob on the door to heaven extends to one side alone,
It's a place of great exaltation with God seated on the throne.
No need for a knob on the inside, it's a home where all long to go,
Where great joys are never ending and praises ring to and fro.
The key that lets one enter cannot be bought with gold,
No funds or jewels or empires; this key will not be sold.
No power, prestige or position, not tittles or honour or fame,
It's the wonderful gift of salvation, purchased with love in Christ's name.
It's the sacrifice humans can't offer, no commitment we make can atone;
For sin has tainted our image, it's Jesus whose holy, alone.
And through God's great act of mercy, forgiving our failures and sin,
Can we pass through that door of salvation, through Christ we're allowed to come in.
Be assured there's no other entrance, though many have tried on their own,
The efforts of man are all futile, as Scripture so clearly has shown.
The call to the lost is, "Come hither, earthly belongings are vain,"
Rise to the plea that's extended, it may not be offered again.
Many are those who will falter, leaving their fate to the last,
Forgetting that time's of the essence, the dye to their future is cast.
Show God that you are responding, cast aside all your earthly cares,
Prepare for your journey to heaven where all of Christ's blessings you'll share.
Poet: Greta Zwaan © 2010
I want to be a tool in the hands of the Master,
I want to serve where e'er He desires.
I want to be pliable, ready for action,
Draw others to Him as the Spirit inspires.
I receive blessings, more than abundant,
I have so much to be thankful for;
I want to repay some of God's goodness,
My great Creator whom I adore.
What can I offer? How can I please Him?
What can I bring that will cause Him delight?
He is the owner of all my possessions,
He is the ruler o'er the day and the night.
He has no need of whatever I bring Him,
All of my possessions He already claims.
It's my submission in line with His guidance,
Walking the walk as He constantly trains.
Daily preparing my journey to heaven,
Closely observing the road I must take,
Vigilant, wary, always responding,
Cautiously searching, alert for my sake.
All He desires is my perseverance,
Total submission to what He requests,
Fully subjected to His complete guidance,
My faith will grow strong, I'll be richly blessed.
Oh! If My Weary Soul
by Mary C. Ryan
Oh ! if my weary soul this night,
Should quit its mortal frame.
And from this dreary world take flight,
On the fleet wings of time;
To dust my body would return,
They'd say, She sleeps in death;
But ah ! where would my soul he borne
So silently from earth?
Oh! would my soul find rest and peace,
In realms of endless day;
Where all life's woes and storms would cease
Midst joys that ne'er decay?
Or would it sink to that dark shore.
Of pain and misery,
Where hope, bright star, would gleam no more
Through all eternity ?
O God! help me to choose the right,
And ever ready be;
So when I see life's darksome night,
'Twill bring no fears for me.
And when my soul is poised to fly
Over the sea of death;
Oh! send bright angels from on high
To bear me from the earth.
Heaven Holds All To Me
Poet: Tillitt S. Teddlie
Earth holds no treasures but perish with using,
However precious they be;
Yet there's a country to which I am going,
Heaven holds all to me.
Out on the hill of that wonderful country,
Happy, contented and free,
Loved ones are waiting and watching my coming,
Heaven holds all to me.
Why should I long for the world and its sorrows,
When in that home o'er the sea,
Millions are singing the wonderful story,
Heaven holds all to me.
by Poet: George Eliot
May I reach
That purest heaven, be to other souls
The cup of strength in some great agony,
Enkindle generous ardour, feed pure love,
Be the sweet presence of a good diffused,
And in diffusion ever more intense!
So shall I join the choir invisible
Whose music is the gladness of the world.
An Appeal To The Blind
Poet: Maria J Dodge
Come, all ye afflicted, and listen to me:
With the eyes of faith every one can see;
To the voice of your conscience your ear shall attend,
And the praise of your heart unto Heaven ascend.
Then keep yourselves gentle, pleasant, and neat,
With a smile on your faces, both cheerful and sweet;
The seeds of His Kingdom are in your hearts sown;
Your eyes shall be opened before His Throne.
Ah, then you shall see His glorious face.
When you stand before the throne of grace;
Your lips shall sing praises, sweet and clear,
And your ears the music of Heaven shall hear.
Poet: James Montgomery
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be found!
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