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We sorted through the poems and listed what we felt were the better ones here.

My Sweet Sorrow
I was inspired to write this after reading 2 Corinthians 12:10. I think it is a good way to view things during these troubled times.
by
Jeff Bidiman

Arms Still Open Wide
In this world of greed and hate, where sin and love collide;God reveals man's pestilence with arms still open wide.
by
louis gander

Wheel Barrel Christianplaced in poetry contest
I pulled you hard from deep within,from a trash heap dead in sin.From your true and certain peril -I lifted you - a wheel barrel
by
louis gander

Two Types of Christians
The Lord says: ?These people come near to me with their mouth and honor me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me. Their worship of me is made up only of rules taught by men.~ Isaiah 29:13-14 ~
by
Alyssa Panck

Blood Bought
For you know that it was not with perishable things such as silver or gold that you were redeemed from the empty way of life handed down to you from your forefathers, but with the precious blood of Christ, a lamb without blemish or defect.~ 1 Peter 1:1
by
Alyssa Panck

Sunsetplaced in poetry contest
I came up with this during a long drive one evening, that took me through the beginning and end of a beautiful sunset.
by
Jeff Bidiman

Prone to Errorplaced in poetry contest
A Christian poem of faith.
by
Joseph James Breunig 3rd

THE HOUSE IS EMPTY
This was written shortly after Michael went home to be with the Lord. He was special needs and could do nothing for himself. He also could not talk or make sound without the speech valve on his trach.
by
Jeannine McMullen

TEARS FROM HEAVEN
I wrote this poem the day we buried our precious son, he had special needs, but now he runs free in heaven.
by
Jeannine McMullen

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