Christian Poetry
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Christian Poetry
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As I bow before the Throne Room
in Honor to the King.
I hear the Angels singing,
and their Hallelujahs ring
The sound of Thanks,
the sound of Praise,
begins to fill to air
I bow in reverence, I bow in awe,
as I begin to stare
I gaze into his Holiness,
this wonderful Lamb of God
Who bore my sins, and took the grief,
the one whose face was marred.
They laughed at Him,
they spat on Him,
they pierced Him in His side.
He hung right there,
without a word, for you and me he died.

But I see Him NOW, in His Majesty,
as He sits upon the Throne Clothed in Jasper,
adorned with Onxy, there's every precious stone.
The splendor of His presence, begins to fill the room
His Glory begins to permeate,
unlike the sun or moon.
For the Brightness of His Glory,
is all the light we need.
Just listen as he talks to God
your ease he ALWAYS pleads

My friend I love to worship Him,
to bow before His Throne
You don't have to come with me,
I'll go myself alone
For he's WORTHY of the GLORY,
and all the HONOR too.

WORTHY is The Lamb of God,
my Lord Who shed his blood
He raises up a standard, when satan comes like a flood

WORTHY is the Lamb of God,
the King above all kings
Worthy is the Lord of lords,
that's what my spirit sings
WORTHY, WORTHY, Lamb of God,
the lifter of my head
WORTHY, WORTHY, Lamb of God,
for me You died instead
WORTHY is the Lamb of God, that's what the Angels shout
of this there is no doubt!!!

Hallelujah . . . .
Worthy . . . . Worthy . . . . Worthy . . . . Worthy . . . .

He is worthy to be praised!!!

Author unknown


When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.

For it isn't your Father or Mother or wife
Whose judgement upon you must pass.
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.

Some people may call you a straight shooting chum
And call you a wonderful guy,
but the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.

He's the fellow to please, never mind all the rest
For he's with you clear to the end,
And you have passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend.

You may face the whole world down the pathway of life
And get pats on the back when you pass,
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.

written by Harry Holland Upchurch
Sent In by Kaye T


Lord, I threw a fit, today.
You see, I didn't get my way.
I expected too much of others.
I didn't take time to pray.

I tried to do things my way,
Instead of doing them for you.
I ranted and raved and carried on.
I threw a pity party or two.

Lord, I threw a fit, today.
My frustration took first place.
I carried on, with an attitude.
I was ahead, running the rat race.

Then, you smiled and touched my heart,
And I saw the footprints in the sand.
I suddenly felt so ashamed,
As I reached over and took your hand.

I slowed my pace, beside you,
And I felt the glory of your way.
Lord, can you ever forgive me
For the fit I threw, today?

by Claytia Doran


Jesus Died On The Cross For You,
On That Old Rugged Cross He Died For Me Too.

He Gave His Life For Us, You See,
So We Could LIve Ours, Thus Eternity.

God Gave His Only Son,
To Bear The Cross For Everyone.

No One Else Could Ever Do,
What He Has Done For Me And You.

The Price He Paid Was Way Too High,
But, Yet, For Us, He Gave His Son To Die.

Jesus Was Nailed To That Cross,
So We Wouldn't Suffer Salvation Loss.
But He Suffered And Bled And Died In Agony,
So We Wouldn't Have Too, He Set Us Free.

Jesus's Mother, Mary, Cried,
For It Was Her Son Too, The One Who Died.

She Held Him In Her Arms, Close To Her Heart,
Til Joseph, His Disciple, Did Take Him And Depart.

The Body Of Jesus Was Laid In The Grave,
The Life Of Jesus, His Heavenly Father Gave,
The Ultimate Sacrifice He Made, So Sinners Like Us He Could Save.

He Was Burried In A Borrowed Grave,
Then Three Days Later His Body Was Raised.

Jesus Christ Is Risen, They Said,
Our Lord And Savior Is No Longer Dead!

For A While, On Earth, He Reigned Again,
Until To Heaven He Did Ascend.

On Earth Againg, One Day He'll Appear,
And Non-Believers Will Tremble In Fear.

He May Come Like A THief, In The Middle Of Night,
And Those Who Don't Know Hime Will Shake With Fright.

So Just Open Your Heart And Let Him Come In,
And He Will Save You From All Of Your Sin.

All That You Are Required To Do,
Is Accept The Gift He Has Given To You.

Just Open Your Heart To That Heavenly Door,
And Salvation Is Yours Forever More.
Whoever Believes In His Heavenly Word,
From Our Father Above, Your Prayer Will Be Heard.

Poem By Donna Madden

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