If the Lord Almighty had consulted me before embarking upon Creation, I should have recommended something simpler.
Related quotes
A Debtor To Mercy Alone
When time's no more and the eternal future has begun
When I stand before the throne of God, The Almighty One
When this mortal body has put on immortality
Then shall I fully know how much my Lord has done for me.
When earth is no more and a new creation's taken place
When I enter heavens glory by His wonderful grace
When the glorious face of my Lord Jesus Christ I see
Then shall I fully know how much my Lord has done for me.
When I stand there clothed in a righteousness not my own
When I sing with all the angels gathered around His throne
When I join with unnumbered saints in wondrous harmony
Then shall I fully know how much my Lord has done for me.
Peace, Be Still
Petrified in the boat they were panicking
as the waves of the sea came cascading in.
You awoke Lord and commanded the sea.
'Be still, ' You said with such authority.
'What manner of man is this' they cried
amazed as they saw the wind and waves subside.
The storm was quelled and the wind did cease
The Almighty obeyed, they were left in peace.
Mightier than the raging and tempestuous sea.
Mightier than the clashing thunderstorm is He.
The Almighty One is The Sovereign Lord
and wind and wave have to obey His word.
You were there Almighty God before life began
as the creator of heaven, earth and man.
The Alpha and Omega Whose work is done.
The Son of God and the Almighty One.
Today... 'God Almighty
Hallelujah! The Lord God Almighty reigns
He who creates the wind and forms the mountains.
Holy, holy, holy the living creatures cry
To the Glorious and Almighty God on high.
Great and marvellous are the deeds He performs
He who turns dawn to into the darkest storms.
The great God who was, and is, and is to come
the LORD Almighty is his name, The Holy One.
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)
Today... 'The Almighty
Petrified in the boat they were panicking
as the waves of the sea came cascading in.
You awoke Lord and commanded the sea
'Be still, ' You said with great authority.
'What manner of man is this' they cried
amazed as they saw the wind and sea subside.
The storm was quelled and the wind did cease
The Almighty obeyed, they were left in peace.
Mightier than the raging and tempestuous sea.
Mightier than the clashing thunderstorm is He.
The Almighty One is The Sovereign Lord.
and wind and wave have to obey His word.
You were there Almighty God before life began
as the creator of heaven, of earth and man.
The Alpha and Omega Whose work is done.
The Son of God and the Almighty One.
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)
Sonnet: Lord, Let Me be of Better Use to Thee
O, thread me through Thy needle’s eye, my Lord,
And darn the tattered Cloth of Creation!
That men and devils, bruised and sowed discord,
Amongst all earthlings and every nation.
And make me tongs, to grip each iron-piece
Of man, on the anvil of creation;
And hammer them into their forms with ease!
Give me O Lord, this useful vocation!
Use me as water for thine clay, O Lord!
To give it desired softness and make
Intended pots of every kind from sod,
Before the earthly furnace can them bake.
Put me to better use, Almighty God,
Although, Thou made me also from mere Clod!
2-12-2001
Dedicated to most beloved
Brothers- DGS Dinakaran and Paul Dinakaran
Sisters- Stella Dinakaran and Evangeline Paul
And dearest children- Sam, Sharon and Sweety
-In Christ
by Dr John Celes, Indian Doctor-Poet
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Glory
Great is the Lord,God Almighty
Great is the Lordon high
the train of His robe fills the temple
and we cry out highest praise
Glory to the risen King
Glory to the son
Glorious son
lift up your heads open the doors
let the King of glory come in
and forever be our God
Holy is the Lord,God Almighty
Hloy is the Lord on High
let all the earth bow before You
and crown You Lord of all
song performed by by Hillsong
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet- The Mystery Of God And Creation
What mystery shrouds the creation of God?
How mysterious is the Almighty One?
Did man evolve or was he made by Lord?
How can man call as God the Moon or Sun?
What harmony pervades the Universe?
What destiny awaits man on this earth?
Are sufferings, the Almighty One's curse?
Why God has made men of unequal girth?
How long ago, the Universe exists?
Why did God make one earth and many stars?
Despite their weakness, how men show their fists?
When Nature destroys, so does man- made wars.
And yet, God proves His love for human race;
And when man sins, God shows His angry face!
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
God’s Eternal Light
As the rain falls from the sky, we don’t reason or wonder why,
Not questioning The Lord at all, how or when the rain must fall.
We simply accept His provision, from the storm as it is driven,
By The Lord’s Almighty Hand, across the vastness of our land.
Like the sun that shines above, something seldom we think of,
Yet the sun is there dawn to night, even when it is out of sight,
Within a sky which is overcast, until the storm clouds are past,
As God goes about His way, controlling all throughout the day.
And even the moon fazes us not, as it rises to its evening spot,
Waxing and waning into the night, as it courses through twilight.
Monthly it displays its full face, raised high up in its lofty place,
Although the lesser of two lights, it’s the guardian of our nights.
They all flow in all seasons, for God’s purpose and His reasons,
With the rains turning to snow, where those cold winds do blow,
All a part of God’s Eternal plan, as God’s witness to every man,
Providing testimony in Creation, for His witness to every nation.
And God’s Witness of Creation, is to point a world to Salvation,
Provided by the very Creator, who came to earth to be a Savior.
The two lights that have endured, shall be replaced by The Lord,
This, when the Light for everyone, will be the Lord’s Eternal Son.
(Copyright ©04/2008)
Where were you?
Where were you when I laid earth's foundation
and stars sang with angels at creation
when upon the threshold of time and space
I flung the mighty galaxies into place?
Where were you at the dawning of that day
when firstborn light sped forth upon its way
and into the darkness its' rays disperse
lighting the vastness of the universe?
********
Woe is me Lord for I am mortal man
and I was not there when the world began.
I saw not those heavenly bodies made
or the acts of creation You displayed.
But now, my soul within me has been stirred
and I was enthralled as I read Your word.
With eyes of faith I saw what You had done
The power of God. The Almighty One.
My spirit sings as I address my praise
To mighty God, the Ancient of Days.
Who was, Who is, and Who will always be
For the Beginning and the End is He.
Psalm 27
The Lord is my light and salvation
Of whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the strength of my life
I stand because you are near
Set me high upon a Rock oh Lord
A place where you can hide me
In your pavillion and tabernacle I dwell
A place where I am truly free
Hear me oh Lord when I cry with my voice
For you are the Lord God Almighty
When I am abandoned and have lost all hope
I know that you will never forsake me
poem by Frank McEleny
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Life And Death
All the creatures of Earth are in the control of
The Almighty;
Death brings icy touch to all Earthy creatures,
To relatives, provides plight.
“Buddhadeva” says life is sorrowful,
Pray God, serve the poor,
To achieve salvation;
Mysterious is Lord Jagannath’s creation.
O Devotees, come and surrender before Bhagavana
Jagannath’s feet,
Chant the sweet name morn, eve, day and night before
The alluring attracting
Image of Almighty.
In Bhakti, chanting the sweet name derive peace;
Purity;
Bhagabana Jagannath is the Director of the Universe,
An ocean of delight,
Lord Jagannath hears everything having no ears;
Does everything having no hands, fulfils Bhakta’s desire.
Think of Jagannath, chant the sweet name, pray him,
Surrender on his lotus feet,
Remember him before death;
Remember Bhagbana Jagannath day and night,
He is a firmanent of mirth.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Programmed
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to diffuse
resplendent shade; was the gregariously blooming and
enchantingly exuberant tree,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to disseminate
Omnipotent light; was the aristocratically flamboyant
and blisteringly blossoming Sun,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to generate
rhapsodically unlimited tanginess; was the boundlessly
ebullient and triumphantly undulating Ocean,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to fulminate
into a paradise of eternal sensuousness; was the
ravishingly titillating and celestially egalitarian
dewdrop,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to mystically
enthrall even the most alien creature; was the
enigmatically uncanny and convivially compassionate
forest,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to spawn into
a civilization of sacrosanct vivaciousness; was
impeccably invincible and blessed mother’s milk,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to waft into
stupendously enamoring redolence; was the poignantly
crimson petal and unconquerably majestic rose,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to effulgently
bond one and all in the bonds of humanity alike; was
the everlastingly perpetual spirit of timeless
camaraderie and companionship,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to stand as
the most unflinching citadel even as hell gorily
reverberated from each cranny of this fathomless
planet; was the blissfully melanging and unassailably
fragrant religion of mankind,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to expunge a
valley of vivid boisterousness; was the astoundingly
sweet and eclectically buzzing honey bee,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to culminate
into regally inebriating melody; was the beautifully
emerald crested and innocuously mellifluous
nightingale,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to radiate
into peacefully mesmerizing rhythm; was the
marvelously cavorting and miraculously cascading
waterfall,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to pulverize
even the most diminutive trace of devil into insipidly
worthless nothingness; was the voice of pricelessly
unconquerable and victoriously unfettered truth,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to seductively
dance with the beats of the moonlit night; was the
panoramically animated and ingratiatingly nimble
footed peacock,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to rejuvenate
even the most sordidly dreary soles; was the
unsurpassably tranquil and gloriously placating grass
meadow,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to
magnificently quell all lunatically prejudiced
bloodshed; was the ubiquitously shimmering and
timelessly bountiful wand of; simplicity and peace,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to sustain
impregnably sparkling life; was the whirlwind of
eloquently endless and perennially bestowing breath,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to
indefatigably coalesce with the beats of profoundly
magical love; was the passionately thundering and
innocently volatile heart,
And programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to
unrelentingly write altruistic poetry; was the
inconspicuously nimble palm that protruded from my
impoverished body; was the 2 centimeters of brain that
lay placidly in my skull; was my every ingredient of
humble blood; breath and soul; was; is and will always
remain by his Omnipotent grace; only ME…..
poem by Nikhil Parekh
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Litany (Cavatina Sequence)
(after Sir Philip Sidney)
Once huge church bells did ring at our wedding,
but love is gone,
as a plague its infected, by your whims has spread;
another one
finds grace in your eyes, now knows your deep flesh,
while like some stone
what was ours is petrified into dust,
good almighty Lord God, deliver us.
What once was high and holy is now dead,
only pain remain
while you acted very unscrupulous,
could not explain
your own female infatuating fancy
and then to gain
you breached our holy, pure, solemn trust
good almighty Lord God, deliver us.
No dirge, lament or even a prayer
can change your mind,
even if I at times do in pain weep
you stay unkind,
rushes away, with your eyes set and does
your lover find;
from a women that acts to true love thus,
good almighty Lord God, deliver us.
[Reference: “A Litany” by Sir Philip Sidney.]
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Psalm 118 part 1
v.6-15
C. M.
Deliverance from a tumult.
The Lord appears my helper now,
Nor is my faith afraid
What all the sons of earth can do,
Since heav'n affords its aid.
'Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee,
And have my God my friend,
Than trust in men of high degree,
And on their truth depend.
Like bees, my foes beset me round,
A large and angry swarm;
But I shall all their rage confound
By thine almighty arm.
'Tis through the Lord my heart is strong,
In him my lips rejoice;
While his salvation is my song,
How cheerful is my voice!
Like angry bees, they girt me round;
When God appears they fly;
So burning thorns, with crackling sound,
Make a fierce blaze and die.
Joy to the saints and peace belongs;
The Lord protects their days:
Let Isr'el tune immortal songs
To his almighty grace.
poem by Isaac Watts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
From The Void To Overjoyed
In the beginning the Lord created a great deep,
So deep that no eye saw anything but obscurity.
This deep we now by name call the heavens,
Accompanied by the creation of great vacancy
A formless void that is uninterrupted by shapes.
It is the undefinable foundation for that yet to form,
A place we now think of as the planet earth,
Which passed the tests of the primeval, perfect storm.
Now with this creation comes the beginning of time,
And for measurement a transparent hourglass,
With an exact amount of sand enclosed within,
Which has until this moment been at an impasse.
Not a grain has been able to pass the constriction,
Until the Creator has commanded it to go.
As the primal beauty comes into existence,
Change enacts sand to fall in the chamber below.
With the passage of time within the hourglass
The Lord’s creation enlarges and expands;
It becomes the abode for another creation
The harvest of the Lord’s desires becomes Man.
To Man the hourglass is a no longer fashionable,
And it may even seem to be ruling his day.
So he looks to the Lord for a savior
For someone who-win or lose-will want to play.
The solution from the LORD is Woman,
A helpmate fashioned of Man’s own bone.
His dream has become his reward,
And She seems even better than homegrown.
Her figure is the perfect hourglass,
And her countenance is a bonny display.
Plainly It seems Man never saw the lady coming,
Since his plain morning bird became his bird of prey.
poem by Albert Price
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Its About Time
I used to be a famous artist
Proud as I could be
Struggling to express myself
For the whole world to see
I used to blow my mind sky high
Searching for the lost elation
Little did I know the joy I was to find
In knowing I am only me
Im singin in my heart
Im singin in my heart
Im singin love to sing
I love to sing it from my heart
Oh the creation yeah
Of a good time doin my part
With an open-hearted laugh of realization in my mind
And now Im but a child who art
Erect in humility
Serving out a love for everyone I meet
In truth who are really me
Im singin in my heart
Im singin in my heart
Im singin love to sing
I love to sing it from my heart
No-no-no no no
Hoo no hey yeah no-no-no-no
Its about time now its about time now
Its about time now dont you know now
Its about time now its about time now
Its about time now dont you know now
Its about time we get together
To be out front and love one another
Brothers sisters everybody
We better start to help each other now
We need it now
When were sharin our love brother
Thats when we know we can shape another world
Lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord
Oooh lord
Lord lord lord lord lord oh oh
Oh no lord no no oh
song performed by by Beach Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Museum Of The City Of...IV
I doubt it
though I couldn't rule out any of the above.
The picture tells no tales.
But it's probably something simpler-simpler and more routine:
A gin-soaked pleasure boater gone missing and overboard?
A simple suicide?
We shall never know, we, too, being in 1979
frozen in the throes of sultry youth
dozing in a hammock,
under the elms,
just trying to catch some rays.
poem by Morgan Michaels
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
General Revelation
Upon the earth lives abound, with your eyes just look around,
There’re creatures of all kinds, a witness, to hearts and minds,
All kinds of different creatures, all made with varying features,
Many living alongside of man, all part of God’s awesome plan.
Animals for the land, sea and sky, created by the Lord on high,
Made in every stripe and color, filling His Creation with wonder,
Birds created with wings to fly, high above this earth in the sky,
With other creatures made to be, swimmers deep within the sea.
On the earth where man does trod, land creatures made by God,
That together with man freely roam, on the earth many call home.
All a testimony of God’s Creation, to every man, of every nation,
A witness pointing to the Creator, who is for man his only Savior.
But, there’s much indifference to, The Lord loved by me and you,
With many denying Creation’s Truth, even in light of all this proof,
Yet God’s Creation of many kinds, dumbfounds scientific minds,
Who embrace the futile thought, evolution is how all was wrought.
What men see in God’s Creation, is for us His General Revelation,
But, a Creator, many won’t conceive, for Creation they disbelieve,
Still, they all remain without excuse, when eternally they shall lose,
Rejecting Creation’s awesome proof, they will face God’s reproof.
(Copyright ©08/2010)
God Is Not Dead
A man once said there is no God, I say, what a simple foolish clod,
Just look around and you will see, Creation envelopes you and me,
This world did not simply evolve, this bring an unbeliever’s resolve,
A belief to do away with God, that men confirm, with a foolish nod.
An empty theory in which men trust, which was then and now a bust,
All happening so very long ago, billions of years, is what they know,
But, what they don’t know is Truth, absent in their lame lack of proof,
However, they still remain resolved, that, their Big Bang has evolved.
These foolish men will one day see, The Lord and Creator of eternity,
Then they’ll truly know The Creator, but, Christ will not be their Savior,
As Christ will be The Judge of all, godless fools, both big and small,
Men evolving on an atheist path, who shall see the Lord God’s Wrath.
For all men will be without excuse, even when Truth these men refuse,
For Creation is plain to everyone, even those, who refuse God’s Son,
While not believing in a Creator, these men, see no need for a Savior,
A choice, these men will sure regret, after their Judge, they have met.
My friend, The Lord God is not dead, as God is alive forever instead,
All men can believe whatever they want, but, God is God, to be blunt,
As every soul on earth shall see, when they meet The Lord of Eternity,
And Christ shall judge all of Creation, this according to His Revelation.
Most redoubted lord and right sovereign cousin, may the Almighty Lord have you in his keeping.
quote by Owen Glendower
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!