Poems About: FAITH
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349.Hymn 35 part 1
Faith the way to salvation.
Rom. 1:16; Eph. 2:8,9. read more »Isaac Watts
i've been quitting
the charade of my life
i've been forgetting
the point of living read more »Laura Dunne
351.Salt For Your Wounds
There's a tear in my heart where the blood ran out.
There's a tear in my heart where the love ran out. I thought
we worked, pushed toward the same ends,
I'll never be so quick to trust again. read more »Dani Warren
Walking with God is not easy.
Like a horse, impatiently we rush forward
Or like a stubborn mule pull back.
We lack read more »Tom Prato
Forgive me, faith, I know not what I say,
For I scorn thee when all you do is try;
I'd forgive, faith, should you lead me astray,
And sit still as the stars fall from the sky. read more »G. Silver
354.Heart Filled With Faith
One innermost part of individual
fulfilment of the whole personality,
moral and spiritual value.
The principles standard of the mind, read more »Jocelyn Dunbar
My Faith is not unshakeable,
As some of you believe,
But with all my problems in Life,
I must have Faith indeed. read more »Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
I just started church last summer at Antioch and I decided to write a little poem about me being so faitful with just getting back in after five years.
God shows faith in you and me.
Who has faith with you and me? read more »Jessica Smith
speak softly my dear, my love,
say no more, not one word, more,
I can read your inner feelings my love
I can feel your inner core..... read more »Arti Chopra
Within this eclipse of darkness, we overcome.
Our minds clouded in in a circumference of ideas.
Below us is the fiery temptation we all scantily avoid.
Our seas of life seem to be in a fury that we dispose. read more »cecil hickman
Walking through the doors fill like a sin,
Hundreds of years of faith instilled in these walls.
His house is cheapened by lights that are charged by the dollar,
Take a postcard, read more »Joseph Tanner
360.Golden Dusts from the Gleams of Love
when the golden dusts yet etching by the faith of trust
from somewhere within yet spilling into the milieu
as I feel yet fateful in deep ecstasy of nights
and I love the images of love when being refluxed read more »Dr subhendu kar