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Lord Jesus Christ,
let me feel
thy precious, holy spirit
from head to heel.
Lead me through the paths
of which I may go.
Please, Lord, you lead the way
so that I may follow.

Lord Jesus Christ,
send blessings from above,
and send peace through my household
by sending the holy dove.
Guide me through this world
and keep sin from me away,
so I may better serve you
through each and everyday.

Lord Jesus Christ,
I ask you once again
to forgive me for my sins
ans deliver me from pain.
I love you,God, my father,
and still can’t understand why
that you took the place of THIS sinner
and bore the cross to die.

Lord Jesus Christ,
help me to understand
that I am here for a reason
and that’s why you made me who I am.
Chastise me, Oh loving God,
when you feel the time is right,
and when I’ve lost my way back home
shine me a heavenly light.

Lord Jesus Christ,
I pray unto thee
to search my heart thoroughly
as I give you the key.
I end this prayer with love
and tears streaming down my face.
Lord, thank you for the cross,
and your sweet Amazing Grace.

Amen.

Written by: Miranda Patterson (A.K.A Heart 4 Poetry)
December 30,2009.

Author Notes: These are my true feelings about my Lord God and Saviour, and if you have not met him yet, now is the right time. Call upon his name and he shall surley answer thee. Although I am in my teenage years, I know that what I feel is real and you can feel it too if you just Call upon his name.
God Bless you!

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at My Personal Prayer Poem.

All the minor faults of Christians, while I miss the love of God.

I defend my rights to swindle you, as long as I can pick

One cathedral in a hundred, where the dead have caught the quick.

So I shun the men, who promulgate and serve communion bread,

As I justify the heartless things I’ve done with life instead.

I’ll attack the credibility of all religious creeds,

To procrastinate the chances of the pastor sewing seeds.

I’ll ignore the fact that Jesus came to die upon the cross

To redeem the sins that brought my soul near such a tragic loss;

As I focus on the things that drag the Lord’s name through the mud,

Never mindful of the way He offered up his precious blood.

I’ll enjoy the jokes that paint the Bible’s narrative with smut,

While I overdose on drugs to dull the anguish in my gut.

I’ve no time for church on Sunday, since I’ll spend the day in bed,

With a hangover of damage to my liver, lungs and head.

But this doesn’t really matter, once my high tech microscope

Helps me spot the spec in your eye; so that I won’t need to cope

With the knowledge that my vision’s been distorted by a plank.

When I’m barred from Heaven later, I’ll just have myself to thank.

I will question those afflictions that a God of love permits,

While I bless the world with dodgy deals, to prove the slipper fits;

So that God becomes a scapegoat for discomforts men have made,

Like depletion of the ozone; though God’s trees have yielded shade.

I blame God for child abuse by men who infiltrated deep

Into youth groups; as it won’t occur to me that God will weep

So much harder than the rest of us, when children bear a scar

Put there by someone without the gospel in his repertoire.

I can take the wide and easy road, with words to please the crowd,

Who will never know the secrets I’m afraid to voice aloud,

Of my private insecurities, which God would love to heal,

If my sour grapes gave way to humble pie for my next meal.

I’ll forever point the finger at the preachers on TV

Taking tithes, because I’ve missed the point that my salvation’s free;

If I’d make a true repentance and accept God’s greatest gift

Of the sacrifice He made to fix a most expansive rift.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at My Oculist was a Carpenter.

And took one off to rest.

He blessed it with some solar rays,

To warm the first bird’s nest.

God chose to give the world He made

To man, made from the grounds;

With just one rule: Don’t eat that fruit

From one tree out of bounds.

The man and woman broke the rules,

And poisoned paradise;

And had to work the land with tools,

Which made life not as nice.

Through centuries, the populations

Would break God’s every law,

And then complain of tribulations;

Blaming God, what’s more.

God could have left us to our fates,

Cut off from His good will.

Instead, adopting human traits,

He took a bitter pill.

Born in the world as Jesus Christ,

He lived without a flaw;

Then died, with pain, to pay the price

For all past sins and more.

This leaves us with a choice to make;

But we need to respond.

Do we accept God’s gift, and take

His ticket to beyond?

God’s help on earth, and heaven too

Are all part of the prize

We’ll win, if we let God come through,

To open all our eyes.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at All this and Heaven too.

Since it’s a star you can’t define,
It makes it stunning and unique,
I can not help but imagine,
Maybe it’s the one God visits.

Please, forever be by my side,
Here’s my one and only wish,
Without you I can not survive,
Do not let me fail and perish.

You constantly read on my mind,
I do not need to speak out loud,
You trully taugh me to be kind,
Are you watching me from a cloud?

You are the one I want to serve,
With obedience and affection,
There is nothing you don’t deserve,
Object of my adoration.

Each time I step into a church,
I feel you starring in my soul,
It’s like my heart is gonna burst,
My whole mind becomes your tool.

So can we unite forever?
To heaven gate i will arrive,
We’re all admiring your power,
And for your glory I will strive.

When my life is turning tragic,
I count on you to cheer me up,
You always bring me some magic,
Implying to never give up.

Why would one be an atheist?
You have proved me your existence,
It is a fact that you exist,
I have no doubt of your presence.

Always carrying you in my heart,
Regardless of where I will land,
Thank you for keeping me unhurt,
It is your cause that I defend.

Daddy I love you evermore,
You will always be my father,
You are the one that I adore,
Thou art my lord and my savior.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Ode to God.

So, who is this babe?
This iconic beauty?
He’s a video-game prince,
Sonic Hedgehog by name.

He leads a heavenly life,
Desired and lusted by millions,
You would have guessed it,
Since he is perfection.

Is it Sonic’s fault he makes humans look like pigs?
Or his fault he’s sexy and hot?
So love and respect him for who he is,
Don’t bash him for the things he’s got!

Is it Sonic’s fault his pixel consistency keeps him forever alive?
Or his fault in a couple of years all your organs will die?
His beauty will never fade when you’ll be old and ugly,
3D models never degrade, such is the big mistery.

If you see him at Station Square,
hold him a crown, buy him jewels,
Let’s not be afraid of the words,
He is a king, it’ll suit him well.

Saving the world, running so fast,
Defeating Eggman too,
starring in games, causing orgasm,
Is there something Sonic can’t do?

He is this gem that blessed earth,
Beautiful, perfect, divine,
Somewhat flawless even from birth,
As prototype from Sega line.

Sonic’s legend started in the past,
god’s beauty poured into a dreamcast,
could his charm be so wild and pure,
as the day you saw him in Sonic adventure?

His emerald eyes shine so bright,
He dazzles you, don’t deny it,
And his smile lights up the night,
try to survive the fainting fit.

Always looking wonderful,
He’s the prettiest thing you’ll ever see,
Just look into his eyes, there’s nothing more beautiful.
and he’s the greatest character there will ever be.

Plus, there’s so much more to him than being an idol,
He’s grand, strong and smart,
Just admire all of him as a whole,
His allure is a true work of art.

I proposed him,
even two times,
then he said yes,
now he is mine.

This is something you can’t withstand,
evidently, I understand,
You are gnawed by jealousy,
Just because he is my husband.

Oh Sonic, I love you with all of my heart!
I adore and worship you!
I’m proud to be your humble, devoted wife,
And I’ll always be loyal and true.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Immortal Beauty.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Sail On.

AND, RUN THE BOYS IN BLUE!

He used to follow the race tracks-
You would always see him there-
An he had one good Pal, and true,
THEY CALLED HER THE DENTON MARE!

They were a SET OF COWBOYS!
Had WHISKEY on the brain-
On there way back to TEXAS they robbed
THE UNION PACIFIC TRAIN!

On their way back from Texas-
They……ROBBED THE U.P. TRAIN!

A couple PALS go shot that night-
(Just so the fight was fair)
But……Sam rode into DENTON,
A GALLOPING HIS MARE!

At last the brave sam met his end-
And…that was the end of HIM-
He was shot down to pay a debt
BY A CROOKED MAN NAMED “JIM”!

This is true Jim hd borrowed a lot of GOLD from Sam and took this mean way of paying it back, by shooting sam!

Some think he’s gone to Heaven…..
Theres none of us can say-
But if he’s gone to the OTHER PLACE
I’ll meet him there some day!

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Cowby Poem Sam Bass.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at My Heart.

WHEN I WAS YOUNG-
I watched the brightest stars-
And saw them move, as this world
Turned around-
I had a blanket to keep the bugs away-
And mosquitoes too…
And slept upon the ground!
Slept on the cold hard ground!

One morning something woke me up-
Woke me up; I looked
And it was Pa-
He said “YOU LAID RIGHT IN DE ROAD, LIKE A “TEESTEL” covered with dew!”
If a fellow came driveing by-
Would a drove right over you!

Those far off golden days-
When I was young-
There was a HEAVEN, far away,
In the blue sky, out of sight!
Sometimes, I am a boy again-
I looked at the stars
Last Night!

When I was young-
I used to watch the stars
the “DIPPER” turning like
Ezekiels wheel-
Goes round forever-
In the northern sky-
Nor marks the changing seasons-
going by.

When I was young-
I knew a million suns!
And ours the smallest-
Just a tiny star!
We drift for ages-
Toward the “Milkie Way”-
And only GOD knows
WHERE HIS PEOPLE ARE!

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at THE STARS.