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Poetry in Christ

These are but a few beautiful inspirational words from the Bible and many talented Christians.

The Gateway of Life

 By Janice Hingley

Copyright 8/1/2002.

Who gladly gives permission to share the poem but reserves the right to be known as the author.

 

Would you come through the gateway with me, the gateway to life, I mean.
It is a narrow road that leads to it, and by the world can hardly been seen.
I love you dearly, and it breaks my heart to think,
That you wont find eternal life that you teeter on the brink.
You are not bad, I know full well as you live life day to day.
But still your heart needs Jesus Christ, He is The Only Way.

 

Matthew 7:14 ~ But the gateway to life is small, and the road is narrow, and only a few find it. (TLB)

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I DO GIVE THANKS ...

For every hill I've had to climb,
For every stone that bruised my feet,
For all the blood and sweat and grime,
For blinding storms and burning heat
My heart sings but a grateful song --
These were the things that made me strong!

For all the heartaches and the tears,
For all the anguish and the pain,
For gloomy days and fruitless years,
And for the hopes that lived in vain,
I do give thanks, for now I know
These were the things that helped me grow!

'Tis not the softer things of life
Which stimulate one's will to strive;
But bleak adversity and strife
Do most to keep one's will alive,
O'er rose-strewn paths the weaklings creep,
But brave hearts dare to climb the steep.

~ Author Unknown ~

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A FRIEND WHO'S ABLE

I've found a friend who's able
He's always by my side
He cared enough to give His life
In Him I can confide.
He helps me when I'm feeling down
He wants to help you too
Through Him, your life will be transformed
Your mind, He'll mould anew.
So many people fail to find
This friend I know so well
But He is here for all who seek
So listen as I tell.

Of His undying love for you
Your broken heart He'll mend
Just simply ask Him to come in
A helping hand He'll lend.
But who is this I talk about?
I hear you ask aloud
The man who made a difference
Who stood out from the crowd.
This man is known by many names
I love to call Him friend
His Father named Him Jesus
And His Kingdom will not end.

Steven Hanna, 2001

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THERE IS A GOD

There IS a God in heaven
But there are you who doubt
No further proof is needed
You just need to look about.

Only He can paint the sunset
And the beauty of the rising sun
No human hand can match it
Though millions of paintings are done.

If you've ever seen the rolling hills
And the little babbling brooks
The beauty of flowers blooming
It's splendor, just take a look.

If you've ever been to the seashore
And gazed across the ocean
And heard the breaking of the waves
It's like poetry in motion.

If you've ever walked through forests
Amid all the plants and trees
And caught a glimpse of small creatures
He too created these.

If you've sat outside on a starry night
And gazed at the beauty above
Or seen the moon begin its rise
It's His way of sharing His love.

The majesty of the mountains
The green valleys in between
The deserts and the rolling plains
It's almost like a dream.

When summer turns to autumn
And leaves begin to change
Such beauty you can't imagine
But God has it all arranged.

Then autumn turns to winter
As the weather begins to turn cold
See the beauty of snowflakes falling
Like a blanket of white to unfold.

My friend, if you are one who doubts
Whether God does really exist
Just look at the marvels around you
No human could have given you this.

To feel, to touch, to smell, to hear
God gave these senses to you
Along with the sight to see all that He made
Look in a mirror, He created you too.

~ Emily McAdams
Copyright Nov. 2001

 

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INSPIRATION

When I am tired, the Bible is my bed;
Or in the dark, the Bible is my light;
When I am hungry, it is vital bread;
Or fearful, it is armour for the fight;
When I am sick, 'tis healing medicine;
Or lonely, thronging friends I find therein.

If I would work, the Bible is my tool;
Or play, it is a harp of happy sound.
If I am ignorant, it is my school;
If I am sinking, it is solid ground.
If I am cold, the Bible is my fire;
And wings, if boldly I aspire.

Should I be lost, the Bible is my guide;
Or naked, it is raiment, rich and warm.
Am I imprisoned, it is ranges wide;
Or tempest-tossed, a shelter from the storm.
Would I adventure, 'tis a gallant sea;
Or would I rest, it is a flowery lea.

~Dr. Amos R. Wells