Well, here you are at the the Poetry Corner for issue number 4! I hope you enjoy the selected poems...and please, if you have poetry that you've written, I'd love to feature it in next month's issue. Just send me your poem(s)! Thanks :)
Oh yeah, please remember everyone, that these poems belong to their authors and are copyrighted, so be sure to give them credit if you print them out for anything or send them to anyone. Thanks!
Now, without further delay, here's the featured poems...
Through The Night
Through the night I see Your beauty.
Through the heaven's I see Your face.
Lord You're graciouse to give Your love to us.
You gave Your life on Calvary.
You shed your blood,
Your pure, pure blood,
For my sin's O Lord.
You gave me hope when I had none.
You are a friend who I can cry on,
But most of all You are my Lord
And I thank Thee.
You gave me love for eternity.
You gave me streangth to run the race.
You gave me hope, but most of all;
You gave me love
Which only you can give to me.
-By Justin Rehklau
Love
Love is patient, love is kind
Love sustains all of the time
Love is long suffering, love does not envy
Love will never turn into an enemy
Love does not behave rudely, love does not seek it's own
Love can not be hid like a dog with a bone
Love does not rejoice in iniquity, love rejoices in truth
Love is easily taught in one's youth
Love bears all things, believes all things
Love hopes all things, and endures all things
-BH-
Gift Exchange
Yesterday the sun shone bright
Upon my face, and at the sight
I found myself alone to be
Encompassed by a misery
A feeling here, a feeling gone.
With borders sure as right and wrong
I lay my frozen heart aside
To live the life my mind hath lied.
Today the sun shines not upon
This face that bears that which is gone,
Yet light from that which calms the soul
Shall warm my hart and make it whole.
I take these hands that dig my grave
And lift my mind, the blinded slave.
I leave it at a throne of grace;
A withered heart to take its place.
Tomorrow, though be yet to come,
Stories love can tell us from.
Be them dreams, or lifeless tales,
To God, my life, my life that fails.
A man within, a man without.
A man with all that he can doubt.
'Tis I, no less than he alone,
The man that falleth short the throne.
Written by: Vertigo
Marionette
Pulled by a string,
There's no thoughts there.
Actions determined,
By the holder's care.
Choices to make,
But it's not your choice.
Silenced beyond,
By an unseen voice.
Marionette,
Just a tool.
Not your own will,
Not your own rule.
Leading a life,
That's led by a string.
Fate is to act out,
Your master's dream.
Bound for so long,
Do you question why?
Is it just a routine,
That you must abide?
Have you lied to yourself,
For way too long?
Convinced there's no choices,
That truth is wrong.
There's more to life,
Than meets the eye.
Freedom forever,
But you must decide.
So, what is your master?
Whom do you serve?
What makes the choices,
Determines your worth?
Who has the power?
Who can decide?
Is it you,
Is it God,
Or the little voice inside?
Or are you bound?
Controlled by your sin?
Imprisoned,
Restrained,
By the condition you live in?
See, life's full of choices.
Ones you must make.
You must decide,
Which road to take.
If you choose to trust God,
He'll gladly be your guide.
But you must have faith,
And ask him inside.
Do you want to be free,
From the heartache sin brings?
Or would you rather continue,
Holding on to your strings??
-HK-
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