christian friendship poems

Perseverance - christian friendship poem

Lord, my spirit is willing,
But my flesh is so weak;
God, every day I cry out to you,
Yet I don’t hear you speak.

I’ve been beaten so many times.
You know what I’ve been through;
I can’t overcome this giant.
Yet it’s the only thing I must do.

I fought this trial too many times.
I used all the strength in me;
Yet I lost in every battle,
And once again I’m not free.

Lord, I’m tempted to just call it quits,
And lay here on the ground;
I will let the giant win again.
I have fought too many rounds.

As I am now at my lowest,
Tears flow down my cheeks;
I cry out to God again,
“Jesus, I am just too weak!”

Suddenly I felt my body
Being lifted up by my Lord;
He helped me back on my feet,
And said, “Lets do this once more.”

I stood up to that giant,
And fought as hard as I could;
He used old tactics to make me give up.
Yet he only thought I would.

I was determined to not back down.
I had been here long enough;
It’s not the number of times I get hit.
It’s the number of times I get up.

It’s Not The End - christian friendship poem

I received the terrible news today
Of a disease within my bones;
God, I really need you now.
I can’t fight this on my own.

This cancer wants to kill me,
And bring my life to an end;
Jesus, why did this happen?
Is it because of my sins?

Lord, I’ve only lived to twenty.
There are things I still want to do;
So many places I want to see,
And dreams I wished to come true.

Therefore, I will meditate on thy scriptures,
And focus on the One who heals my disease;
I read about His stripes that said I am healed.
I believe in His promise to restore health unto me.

Faithfully, I shouted out His Word,
And proclaimed my healing every day;
It caused me to become stronger.
It told me to not give up or cease to pray.

Doctors said I have only two years to live,
But I refuse to believe what I heard;
Man cannot count the number of my days.
I will stand firm on the promises of God’s Word.

Sinners All, We Ask for Your Forgiveness

Sinners all, we ask for Your forgiveness
As we await the hour of Your return.
If only grace were something one could earn!
Nor can we hope to imitate Your goodness.
The saints know well the hopelessness of being
Put upon the pedestal of faith
As though we had already gained Your grace.
The heart is naked to Your restless seeking.
Regard us all, then, equally with love:
In saints and vicious pederasts find lovers,
Cherishing not one above the others,
Knowing none has anything to prove.

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