WAR CLOTHES
WAR CLOTHES A Collaboration by Lion Eagle Mahatma Poetry and King Lion MaNGOD Mahatma Poetry~ Against all odds or play for keeps……….. He said he could beat this as if it was the right thing to say to a circumstance which now
Category Archives: Religious
Poetry that is religion based
THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE
THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE floetry by MaNGOD My ashes would be pleased to rest in The Garden of Gethsemane where the Virgin Mary’s buried At the foot of the Mount of Olives, My assumption My GOD is in Me, My dormition would
OPOSTOSY
OPOSTOSY floetry by MaNGOD Hinduism, Christian, Islamic religion, I divorce Myself of all of them and renew My acquaintance with the temple of the kingdom of heaven within Tithes and offerings of fruits and
Miracles
Miracles Written by Elle McLin For the world who believes only in visuals…let it go! For the world who believes in miracles…let it show! I’ve experienced great pain, and illness to my demise, Drought my eyes, with day long, and midnight cries
The Forgotten Cotton
I have No Field of Lilies Only Cotton Flowers that Bloom When I dance Nurtured and watered by By Bloody Fingers that drip from being pricked Twirl Spin and Fly High Gravity is my Sky For I am unable to be
BE PATIENT WITH ME
GO AHEAD & JUDGE ME THEN CONTINUE TO PRAY FOR MY BONDAGE FREE RECOVERY I’m GOING THROUGH SPIRITUAL CHANGES CAN’T YOU SEE? OR ARE YOU LOOKING FOR THE DEAD GIRL I USE TO BE? WHEN SATAN USE TO STRUT ALONG SIDE ME
BY GOD”S GRACE
“By God’s Grace” I’m here today only by God grace I will continue to live out my purpose. Still, there are things I don’t understand I know that I must place my burdens turned to the brightest blessings firmly in his hands
Finding Faith
People need a little more faith today The world is becoming so dismal, So many have lost their way New age sensei says believe in me Accept the truth and it will see set you free Middle East is getting more war-torn
“Beyond the Pulpit”
“Beyond the Pulpit” I stand still waiting for my Lord Jesus to show up on time, please excuse the late comers to Christ I’m here on this earth I’ve journeyed some long roads to do his will be done beyond the pulpit.
Bless This Mess!
Bless This Mess ELLE: I have opened many doors just to have them slammed in my face Bathe in light just to wash away disgrace Dreamed of many smiles just to share with another Black and bruised from misuse And lost my
The Star of Bethlehem
The star shown brightly A light never seen before A guide for the 3 wise men To a babe lying in a manger Where is the king that was born? The king of the jews, they asked Herod He pointed them to
TOUCH ME OH LORD
Oh Lord, Please touch all over the hem with those your almighty hands hold me in the bosoms of your tender loving care Hush all is quiet in this my room my confined space I got something heavy laying heavy on my
“TODAY IS NOT FOREVER”
TODAY IS NOT FOREVER AS I SIT HERE IN THE CONFINES OF MY QUIET SPACE I REALIZE SOME THINGS ABOUT MY LIFE … MY MISTAKES I LEARNED THROUGH TRAIL AND ERROR I CANT ERASE MY PAST I’M REMINDED OF WHAT THE BIBLE
“THE THINGS I ASKED GOD FOR”
The things I’ve God For” I’ve prayed and asked God for so many things through the years, I bowed my head in humble submission knowing that God is up there, We have never kept any secrets between us so I am obliged
“JUDGEMENT DAY’
“Judgement Day’ Judgement day is coming y’all , In God we should all Trust and Obey his holy word but how many living right For real so many of us on this here planted earth refuse to admit that We the People