Crosspoetry
Crosspoetry poems of the Cross poems of the Man Crosspoetry about the Man who died on the Cross hangin' with two thieves Crosspoetry poems of the most important event in history poems about the event that reshaped all creation Crosspoetry the Man lives on He will return Crosspoetry word to pay tribute word of praise and gratitude Crosspoetry
the day God became man
the day heaven met earth no one noticed except three men from the east the day God became man only sheperds visited the day God was born He was placed in a manger the day God met envy an earthly king tried to kill Him the day heaven met earth the Saviour was born
i wait at the edge of the world
i walked to the edge of the world and contemplated falling off the thought meandered in my brain then a cold sweat came across me bringing me back to the reality smacking me in the face and throwing me into an ocean of thoughts and theories a pool of morals, creeds, and evil seeds trying to get planted in my brain they grow like roses smelling sweet but below they have thorns they are glorifed weeds and so i must pluck them out i must acknowledge the works of evil man taking the good and throwing the bad i walked to the edge of the world and studied its evil boarders its ancient cultures and midnight horrors i walked to the edge of the world and pleaded for jacob's ladder or any passage-way to You i walked to the edge of the world and i wait there for you
prasies of ink
a man in the crowd looking at the man on the cross he's looking at the Son of God dying a man in the crowd looking at his Redeemer and he spits in His face a mother in the crowd looking at her only Son hanging naked with pain a brother in the crowd weeping for his Best Friend and Saviour the Father looking at His Son with a heavy heart the angels looking on with sorrow a poet with a pen writes about that days events and praises the Saviour with ink
trapped
I'm trapped in this sea of sin… floating these waves of guilt trying to tread the waters that crash down on me. I'm trapped in this watery realm… I call for help, but my pleas are not heard. I tread on, my body weak from battling these waves… temptations haunt me, I try to tread on, but I'm weak and I start to sink… I call out for help one last time… And then I see your Face… You comfort me in my tribulations and I know that I will be alright… You stretch out your hand… You take me and put me on you back… I rest as You walk across these waves… You give the hope I need… and I tread on with You at my side.
in His own land
the blue ocean waves hit the shores touch of grace in this green land the Son of God... in His own land. the sons of cain hunting cool water drink for the lady at the well brown wooden cross for the Son of Man... in His own land. the wind that blows the faith that grows the dying one the rebirth of another one the fire that burns the heart that yearns. in His own land... He must hang the sun rises the Son sets... for three you rescue me a taste of liberty the heart of the free beat on... infinity a drink of eternity in Your land i follow thee
the poet is back
the poet is back with no lack of lyrical rhyme this time sitting down he foun' himself with God tonight and now he's alright he is made whole on a lyrical roll proclaiming and claiming a holy gift words he will lift on high thanking the Son that did die for he is the center and the mentor of the poet and his words show it he composes and exposes that the poet is back
will you
if I love you will you love Me? if I invite you will you come with Me? if I die for you will you accept Me? if I show you the path will you follow Me? if I love you will you love Me?
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