Who is jesus poems

Where darkness cannot enter, and tears are wiped away, And burdens are all lifted, and sin has no more sway. I long to be promoted, to reach my journey's end; To walk the streets of glory with Jesus, my best friend.

Give praise! Give thanks! Rejoice always. When we first got acquainted my life was turned around, Being in His presence, I tread on holy ground. I marvel at His patience, His constant care for me, He understands my weakness, my vulnerability. He bears me no resentment when I neglect His voice, For He is not demanding, He lets me make my choice. I want so much to please Him, yet fail so frequently, I know I'm not consistent like Jesus is for me.

Yet I'm always welcome, whether by day or by night, There's no one else so faithful, my Lord, my guiding Light.

How would they solve this problem? Such damage had been done. God's wonderful creation where love and joy should reign, Now lay 'neath sin's destruction, where Satan held his gain. God said, "We need a Saviour to bring back fallen man, But who on earth is worthy this evil to with stand?

They're all contaminated - there's not one soul that's pure. We need someone who's holy, who's faithful, strong and sure. Yes, Jesus knew His mission, the road that He must take, The year journey because of man's mistake. Oh, how He must have anguished to leave His Father's side, To leave the joys of heaven, all privileges denied. He came from total glory where angels sang His praise, Where harmony and honour their constant voices raise.

He came, a tiny baby, not honoured as a king, Just as a helpless infant, our God of everything. His bed, a smelly stable, a stall where cattle sleep; This Holy King of heaven, no love was e'er so deep. No king to bring Him honour, no royal robe of blue; But swaddling clothes to dress Him, this tiny, dark-haired Jew.

He nursed, like any baby, amazing! Christ the King! Our God! The great Creator! Could not do anything. Born in Gloucester in , he served in the War from until ; he would spend most of his final years in the City of London Mental Hospital, dying in Gurney, who is now recognised to have had bipolar disorder, offers an impassioned and desperate plea to God to help him escape from his depression:.

Why have you made life so intolerable And set me between four walls, where I am able Not to escape meals without prayer, for that is possible Only by annoying an attendant …. Fenton b. The speaker of the poem is cheesed off about God, but God responds by speaking back…. The author of this article, Dr Oliver Tearle, is a literary critic and lecturer in English at Loughborough University.

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Clever job Like 7. Sorry, this post can only be viewed by registered users: Overcoming Death - John - Tony Macelli. Thankfully Blessed Again. Absolutely blessed, Christ delivers everything, fervent gratefulness, habitually induced, joyous knowledgeable love, magenta nebulous omnipresence, prayer, quietude, reflection, sacred Thanksgiving, undying veneration, with xenismos yearly zest!

Like 2 2 Clever write Thanks Keep going! Like 2. Announcing our Android App! Open in App x. He loved even those who brought him down. Taught those who wanted to know more, Healed those who were sick, and most of all, changed the life of many. He had supper with the Chosen ones, prayed for them in the garden, suffered under Pontius Pilate, and carried a heavy cross up to a mountain. All those he did to save us from our sins, to be able to live a great life, because of the love he had for us.

For all that he has done for us, He is our greatest gift. Love is a word all of us know and hear. But no one has shown the greatest love but Jesus. His love is the greatest for many things. He came down on Earth to live with us. He sacrificed His life to save us from our sins. And he came back as he has promised. This kind of love is great for he has done big things for us.

Only the Lord Most High can make them happen. God sent us the greatest gift of all, the only person who knows true love. Jesus is this person who nourishes us, mind body and soul.

No matter what we do, where we are, who we are with, it is Jesus who is really with us. Skip to content. Balulalow O my dear heart, young Jesus sweet, Prepare thy cradle in my spirit And I shall rock thee in my heart And never more be parted from thee. The Revival Henry Vaughan Unfold! The joys which with His day-star rise He deals to all but drowsy eyes; And, what the men of this world miss Some drops and dews of future bliss.

And with warm whispers call thee out; The frosts are past, the storms are gone, And backward life at last comes on. The lofty groves in express joys Reply unto the turtles voice; And here in dust and dirt, O here The lilies of His love appear! A humble beginning for anyone It doesnt seem fitting For Gods only Son.