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Religious Poems 1
All poems are ©copyrighted and may not be used without written permission from the author. Inner Storm Once upon a night to ponder, my thoughts within began to wander, the lightning came streaking down. Thus I said quiet awed with fright, as I was deafened by thunder and fear of the night. I could envision with horror and wonder, my home struck and bursting asunder, Thus I set quite still. The wind renewed it’s ominous wailing, I could see the sea with dark ships sailing. My heart within was failing. My intuition told me that I was destined to die. I couldn’t yet for my life had been such a lie. I was involved in fearful thinking when I shed a tear, my eyes blurred and blinking, I looked in disbelief at the mirror on the wall. It mirrored me for all the world to see, my soul was barred The storm by now is growing fiercer, the elements were in a rage, I had the emotion that I was trapped within a cage. A definite chapter in my life Winds were howling as the thunder crashed and lightning flashed across my room. Trees were falling meeting sudden doom. I set up in my bed in stark horror, feeling some unearthly terror. Was the Satanic bearer was there to fetch and punish me? I pulled my blankets around me tightly, just as my custom nightly, thus I could hide from dreams that proved unrightly. Being a menace to my soul. I close my eyes and prayed to the Lord. Remove, oh Remove the power of this sword, that is working to cut into my very soul, binding me from my heavenly goal. I plead the blood of Jesus on my mortal being, and He knew without seeing that chief of sinners was indeed me, thus I made my frantic plea. I did by this admission, made my true confession that of this life I’d made a shame and in humility I am. As I prayed the winds were stilled and I became calm losing the chilled feeling that had engulfed me. The Lamb of God removed my sin and it is no longer alive, within the Holy Ghost makes His home in my being, there it lies my calm, my God I’m seeing. I rest in peace no longer a storm without, or an inner storm. © B Brodhagen Ziakin 1996 There Will Be Peace War’s and rumors of war’s was foretold by the ancients of old. When a terrorist bombs explode and our planes fall from the sky. Men ask themselves WHY? Calmly be assured THERE WILL BE PEACE IN THIS WORLD. Undermining forces and hearts of pure deceit are creating an area of fear, security is geared up, loved ones are lost at such a tremendous cost. Men stand and awe. Calmly be assured THERE WILL BE PEACE IN THIS WORLD. One day when men realize his place in this world, that he is here only as the guest of God, our Great King. He will understand how to live as God commands, then with the Angels he will sing and calmly he will have, PEACE NOW AND FOREVER. © B Brodhagen Ziakin 1996 Forever If I ’d never been forgiven, life would not be worth liven. I ’d be a captive of the Devil and of hell. God sent His son Jesus for my redemption, now without exemption I belong to God. © B Brodhagen Ziakin 1996 Quiet Time I’ve spent a quiet time with my Lord, I awakened to His Majestic voice, calling me in the night, awaken you must now write, so people may hear of my world, my love and great might. I sometimes reply, oh God I am so tired may I write another day and He will say, No child now you are to be inspired. I arise and write what he says to me... I am a recorder for my God you see. Words of cheer and verse of sorrow. Words of hope for a new tomorrow. He tells me of the now and the hereafter, shows me visions of joy, bliss and of laughter. Most of all God tells of heaven and bliss, the wonderful stories of Jesus people must not miss. I ’ve had such a wonderful visit, I am so inspired to say, I’ll write for ever either night or day, whatever my, Great God wants me to say. I am a recorder for my God. © B Brodhagen Ziakin 1996 I’ve I have so often passionate sensation brought on God ’s wrath and condemnation. With all the awful plagues of Satan that I do it knowingly, that I would not do but for my sinful nature. Thank you, God, for Jesus my redemption, for without Him I would be lost forever, seeing the face of my Savior never. © B Brodhagen Ziakin 1996 Upon Awaking The sky is so bright, a new day is here, I pray to my God whom I love so dear. Thinking Him for giving me life, keeping me safe from the Devil and strife. For the birds that sing with their hearts so glad, there will be naught this day to make me sad. This is a joyful day indeed, thanks dear Lord for feeling our every need. © B Brodhagen Ziakin 1996 Suffering A friend lies dying in the night. Suffering can be an plight. For one with the Angels by his side, peace and comfort. will abide. Tho the suffering now is so very great the Devil is not allowed to choose his fate, he goes to be with the Lord. The heavenly ship he waits to board. a friend dies in the night, he has conquered his earthly flight. © B Brodhagen Ziakin 1996 Ecstatic I am ecstatic with expectation for I shall be leaving for another nation. I am going to see my King, even now I can hear the bells ring. There the streets are all paved with gold, so say the ancient man, of old. I’m going there to see my King, even now I can hear the bells ring. Night will pass and then will come the day that lasts forever, more I pray. There before my great God I will stand, and the kingdom He has planned. I’m going there to see my King, even now I can hear the bells ring. I worshiped and adored. NOW I AM TRULY WITH MY HEAVENLY KING, EVEN NOW I HEAR THE ETERNAL BELLS RING. © B Brodhagen Ziakin 1996 Gentle Breezes As the gentle breezes blow in my heart, I know you are there for me. Every hour of my day be it work or be at play, you are there for me. Disasters and trials will abound, the earth will roar. The elements will explode and the demon soar, know through all you are there for me. Politicians speak with forked tongue that lie, friends will deny and pass me by. Through all of this, you are there for me. O take my hand and humbly I’ll stand as I pass on through this land. Flowing always, you are there for me. Raise you Great God. © B Brodhagen Ziakin 1996 Focus Once upon a time to ponder, causing my thoughts not to wonder. I focused upon the love of my God and Lord. Back to our most ancient mortal beginning, we engaged ourselves and sinning... way back from Adams time. We most certainly denied our God. Thus, our whole being begat so space a meaning, our focus had now blurred. Into the heavens, I directly gazed, being no longer in a haze, I saw the greatness of his might. The clouds that float with grace...The majestic silence of vast space, I continue to focus. © B Brodhagen Ziakin 1996 |