Top Picks Poems
We sorted through the poems and listed here what we felt were the better ones.
God
So many THINK they can imagine God. The bible consists of just under a million words. Some think that's enough to KNOW Him. You could take every word in every language, and multiply that sum by a trillion, and it still wouldn't be enough to know Him.
So many THINK they can imagine God. The bible consists of just under a million words. Some think that's enough to KNOW Him. You could take every word in every language, and multiply that sum by a trillion, and it still wouldn't be enough to know Him.
by Mark Spencer
My Choice
In the end times, Satan's children will take control, using War, Famine, and Pestilence. They'll mandate a mark that none will be able to live normally without! Fear will motivate the taking of that mark, and the forcing of that mark on others!
In the end times, Satan's children will take control, using War, Famine, and Pestilence. They'll mandate a mark that none will be able to live normally without! Fear will motivate the taking of that mark, and the forcing of that mark on others!
by Mark Spencer
I Thank Thee Lord
The last Christmas will be a grim one, but the first Christmas under a new heaven, and on a new earth, will be glorious!
The last Christmas will be a grim one, but the first Christmas under a new heaven, and on a new earth, will be glorious!
by Mark Spencer
Thanksgiving, then and now
Are our troubles worse than the Pilgrims had? Are we as thankful as the Pilgrims were?
Are our troubles worse than the Pilgrims had? Are we as thankful as the Pilgrims were?
by louis gander
Psalm 88
O LORD, the God of my salvation, day and night I cry out before You. May my prayer come before You; incline Your ear to my cry. For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol. I am counted among those descending to the Pit. Ps 88:1-4
O LORD, the God of my salvation, day and night I cry out before You. May my prayer come before You; incline Your ear to my cry. For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol. I am counted among those descending to the Pit. Ps 88:1-4