New to poetry and trying to develope my ability to communicate and express myself through its medium.
Poems on the 'Names of Christ' are kept under the name of Roy Allen
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- It was a dry and barren place -new-
- Sing, my soul, sing -new-
- My precious -new-
- When darkness robs my Spirit -new-
- My Lord and my God -new-
- Though the fig tree will not blossom -new-
- My dear, do not leave me now and do not ... -new-
- Life's not about this body -new-
- My Daddy saved me! -new-
- My caring wife -new-
- Multiple Choices That Saved Me -new-
- Moving Home -new-
- Moulded or transfigured? -new-
- Mother's day - You will always be -new-
Royston Allen Poems
Freedom to give Freedom to live Freedom to question why
Jesus, You're the focus of my soul, of my love Jesus
If only I could touch the hem of His gar...
For many years I have sought to be healed. Paid doctors' fees and to the priests appealed But alas all my efforts were in vain And I don't think I will get well again
A life of poetry
I attended my funeral today.
I attended my funeral today. My soul left my body and soared away. because I had breathed out my final breath and walked with Jesus through the Vale of Death.
“Thank You Lord, ” I said
His body was broken And His blood was shed Words of love spoken When He bowed His head
Walking the road to Emmaus
Their eyes were downcast and the pace was slow. Why these things had happened they did not know. On their shoulders they bore grief's heavy load as they walked that long Emmaus Road.
Behold I stand at the door and knock
The door was closed firm, and the way was blocked. It would not open, even though I'd knocked. So I stood outside, unnoticed by you. My arms opened wide. I love you, I do.
Communion with Jesus
I broke the bread with Jesus Christ today and I was at a loss at what to say. For He had carried all of my disgrace; when He hung upon the cross in my place.
Conflicting Views On Who We Are
Who am I? Science A fortuitous concord of atoms are we Appearing by chance and now you happen to be
Because of Jesus
Because of Jesus I go free Because He suffered there for me Because He stayed and did not run Because He said 'Your will be done'
The candle of hope
Hope for the hopeless and hope for the lost. No matter the price, whatever the cost. Jesus had come and was willing to pay being born as a babe that first Christmas day.
You are my love so sweet
You are my love so sweet in You I stand complete A love so fair, none can compare You are my love so sweet.
The storms of Life
Sometimes sad things happen in our life they flare up suddenly and cause us strife. The barriers that we put up against the flow break down in floods of tears and sorrow.
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Freedom to give
Freedom to live
Freedom to question why
Freedom to walk
Freedom to talk
Freedom to live or to die
Freedom to sing
Freedom to swing
Freedom to just walk on by
Freedom to speak
Freedom to seek
Freedom to laugh or to cry
Freedom to work
Freedom to shirk
Freedom to spend or to buy
Freedom to please
Freedom to tease
Freedom to smile or to sigh
Freedom to be
Freedom to see
Freedom to aspire so high
Freedom to touch
Freedom to clutch
Freedom to grant or deny
Freedom that’s ...