A Poem

I got the thoughts for this poem after I found out that a very, very close friend of mine that is 17 years old moved out of his parents house. We have known him and his family since he was just 4 or 5. It was really shocking and heart breaking to hear about it. I am hearing a lot about teens that are moving out of their parents home because they want to do their own thing. It is just really sad.

This poem is also written from some testimonies that I have heard from people after they got back home and straightened their lives out. This is really a warning to all teenagers and young people out there to stay right with God and make the right decisions.

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One by one they leave the nest
But not by the parents are they blest
They choose to leave and live their life
Without the rules and "parental strife".

"All of it's grand" they will say
But down the road they'll dearly pay
Doing their thing and having their way
But judgments coming any day.

They begin to notice the trouble their in
They cry out to God "You win, you win"
They come back home and get things right
Now relieved from fighting the fight.

Many years later they'll tell you the story
Of leaving home and expecting all glory
Only finding out what an end sin brings
Having the fun and doing those things.

But one thing they always say
A life of sin never does pay
So stay in the home and in the Bible stay strong
That's the way that never goes wrong.

Written 01-06-2008
By: Kristina ________
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I do not have a title for this poem, so any suggestions for a title would be a blessing!!!!

"Do they see Jesus?"

"Christ in you, the hope of glory." (Col. 1:27)
"Beholding....the steadfastness of your faith in Christ." (Col. 2:5)

Has someone seen Christ in you today?
Christian, look to your heart, I pray;
The little things that you've done or said,
Did they accord with the way you prayed?
Have your thoughts been pure, your words been kind;
Have you sought to have the Saviour's mind?
The world with a criticizing view,
Has watched, but did it see Christ in you?

Has someone seen Christ in you today?
Oh, Christian, be careful, watch and pray.
Look up to Jesus in faith, and then,
Lift up unto Him your fellow-men;
Upon your own strength you cannot rely;
There's a fount of grace and strength on high,
Go to that fount and your strength renew,
And the life of Christ will shine through you.

~C. B. Hopkins.

I loved this poem when I read it. It was a great reminder of how we are to act and speak so that others will see Christ in us.

"Make me like You"

She asked to be made like her Saviour,
And He took her at her word,
And sent her a heart-crushing burden,
Till the depths of her souls were stirred.
She asked for a faith strong, yet simple.
He permitted the dark clouds to come;
She staggered by faith through the darkness,
As the storms did her soul overwhelm.

She prayed to be filled with a passion,
Of love for lost souls and for God,
And again, in response to her longing,
She sank 'neath the chastening rod.
She wanted a place in His vineyard;
He took her away from her home,
And placed her among hardened sinners
Where she humanly stood alone.

She gave up all worldly ambitions,
Those "castles in air" of years,
And she knelt in deep consecration,
And whispered, "Amen" through her tears.
She wanted a meek, lowly spirit,
The work he gave answered that cry;
And those who had been her companions,
With pitying smile passed her by.

She asked to lean hard on her Saviour;
He took human props quite away,
Till no earthly friend could help her,
And she could do nothing but pray.
I saw her go out to the vineyard,
To harvest the golden grain;
Her eyes were still moistened with weeping,
Her heart was still throbbing with pain.

But many a heart that was broken,
Any many a wrecked, blighted life,
Was made to thank God for her coming,
And rejoiced in the midst of the strife.
She had prayed to be made like her Saviour,
And the burden He gave her to bear,
Had been but the great Sculptor's training:
Thus answering her earnest prayer.

~Author Unknown

Awesome Poem!

I got this in a email and I thought it was really good. I hope you enjoy this awesome poem.

The following is a poem written by Judge Roy Moore from Alabama . Judge Moore was sued by the ACLU for displaying the Ten Commandments in his courtroom foyer. He has been stripped of his judgeship and now they are trying to strip his right to practice law in Alabama ! The judge's poem sums it up quite well.



America the beautiful,
or so you used to be.
Land of the Pilgrims' pride;
I'm glad they'll never see.


Babies piled in dumpsters,
Abortion on demand,
Oh, sweet land of liberty;
your house is on the sand.

Our children wander aimlessly
poisoned by cocaine
choosing to indulge their lusts,
when God has said abstain

From sea to shining sea,
our Nation turns away
From the teaching of God's love
and a need to always pray.

We've kept God in our temples,
how callous we have grown.
When earth is but His footstool,
and Heaven is His throne.

We've voted in a government
that's rotting at the core,
Appointing Godless Judges;
who throw reason out the door,

Too soft to place a killer
in a well deserved tomb,
But brave enough to kill a baby
before he leaves the womb.

You think that God's not angry,
that our land's a moral slum?
How much longer will He wait
before His judgment comes?

How are we to face our God,
from Whom we cannot hide?
What then is left for us to do,
but stem this evil tide?

If we who are His children,
will humbly turn and pray;
Seek His holy face
and mend our evil way:

Then God will hear from Heaven;
and forgive us of our sins,
He'll heal our sickly land
and those who live within.

But, America the Beautiful,
If you don't - then you will see,
A sad but Holy God
withdraw His hand from Thee.

~~Judge Roy Moore~~

A poem with no name.

I wrote this poem the other night and I have no title for it, so I need some suggestions. Any help at all would be great!

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When I was really little,
About the age of three or four,
I would get really scared,
When I'd hear a slamming door.

Mom and Dad would yell a lot,
Us kids never understood,
We knew that there were problems,
And we'd have fixed them if we could.

They never got along you see,
It's God's love that they did lack,
So when they did split up,
Dad said I won't be back.

My mom worked with a Christian,
Who asked her to come to church,
My mom said I'll try it,
Since nothing else has worked.

When my mom went that day,
And she fully realized,
That she was a rotten sinner,
She let that old man die.

Now that she was saved,
She began to really pray,
That God would bring her husband home,
For good and there to stay.

One day when my Daddy called,
About a few weeks later,
He said that he was on his way,
To file a divorcement paper.

Mom then went into her room,
To pray to God in Heaven,
About what Daddy said,
And about the situation.

The next thing that we knew,
Dad was walking through the door,
He said that he was home,
They needed to talk some more.

He said I don't love you,
I'm just here for the kids,
We'll put a month on trial,
We'll try this out again.

She'd pray to God every day,
That He would let this work,
Please God save my husband,
And let him get in church.

After weeks of asking,
Daddy finally agreed,
He said that he would go,
So his wife would no more plead.

Daddy had gone in the garage,
To get alone and think,
He'd knew he'd been convicted,
His soul was tired and weak.

So there that day my dad got saved,
His life forever changed,
Then he told his wife,
My life is rearranged.

It's been twelve years since all this happend,
All of us kids are saved,
My parents are still married,
And dad preaches the Word today.

So next time you say it's impossible,
I've got a different story,
God put our family back together,
I give Him the praise and glory.
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This poem is the story of how my mom and dad got saved and how God restored their marriage. I am so glad for what God did!!! Isn't He just awesome!!

"A Poem"

I was in bed the other night studying and God gave me this poem. It has no title, so if anyone has any suggestions as to what to title it, feel free to give me some ideas. Hope you enjoy it!!!!



It ran from his head down to his feet
His blood was shed from the places they beat
His head, his back, his hands and his legs
Oh what a terrible, horrible day.

The people that watched him wondered and asked
How long will his agony last?
Till morning or night when will he die?
Others there shouted He is not God, He is a lie.

Our Savior hung, bled and died
He shed his blood for those that lied
He loved them and wanted all of them to see
Heaven is really as true as can be.

He shed his blood for all to be freed
To accept his offer of eternity
I accepted his offer with joy and glee
And now can I say I'm free, I'm free.

~Kristina~

A Teenagers Prayer

Each day brings new beginnings
Decisions I must make
I am the only one to choose
The road I will take

I can choose to take the road of life
That leads to great success
Or travel down the darkend road
That leads to great distress

Please open my eyes dear Lord
That I might clearly see
Help me stand for what is right
Bring out the best in me

Help me Lord to just say "no"
When temptation comes my way
That I might keep my body clean
And fit for life each day

When my teenage years are over
I know that I will see
That life is lived it's very best
With you walking next to me
Written By:
J. Morse