Christian Poems

A Time to Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?

No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
Robert Frost

God’s Restoration

Just bring God all your bitterness
And the hurts of the past
For He has nailed it to the cross
And will cleanse your troubled heart

He will not turn you away
When you come and confess your sins
He will forgive and set you free
And come and live within

For He will heal what hurts inside
The pain that floods your mind
As you press on through with God
No longer will it bind

He will restore what Satan took
With so much more besides
No longer shall the enemy
Control or reign in your life

Jesus came and set you free
From what you were before
A transformation He can give
When He forgives, heals and restores

M.S. Lowndes

Knowing God
To know the love of God
Is what we truly long for
Deep in the inmost heart
We long to know the Lord

We should never want to settle
For only an acquaintance
Without any real depth
Or knowing His holy presence

For God longs to be much more
Than just a familiar face
But rather someone more intimate
Full of infinite grace

To know God more intimately
We need to give ourselves
And open our hearts to His love
Making Him saviour as well

For we could never know the Lord
Without letting Him inside
Becoming truly one with Him
As we put our trust in Christ

MS Loundes

The Psalm of Life

What the heart of the young man said to the psalmist
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!–
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,–act in the living present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

What is it we’re looking for

So often we try to fill the void
With what the world provides
In hope that we will find contentment
For our dreary, empty lives
But listen my friend it’s only temporary
And is like chasing the wind
The things of the world simply won’t fulfil
The unhappiness we have within

We mustn’t look for our fulfilment
In pleasures that won’t satisfy
For we can never fulfil what’s lacking
Unless Christ comes inside
For God has created us to need Him
And fills us with His love
So we won’t need more worldly things
Nor crave for ungodly stuff

We need to stop and ask ourselves
What is it we’re looking for?
And can we truly be fulfilled
If we don’t allow the Lord
To come inside and bring the change
That’s needed in our lives
So we will find that true happiness
Is only found in Christ

MS Lowndes

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