4 result(s) for Jesus Christ Poems.
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Whispers of the Parables
In fields of golden wheat he spoke,
Of seeds that found their soil,
A tale of faith, a gentle yoke,
In every heart, a soil to toil.
The Good Samaritan, a traveler’s grace,
In shadows deep, through darkest night,
When love's embrace gives kindness place,
A spark ignites the faintest light.
Lost sheep and coins, in numbers three,
Echoes of worth, through time's vast sea,
Each soul a treasure, boundless, free,
In whispered tales of reverie.
The Prodigal's heart, a path retraced,
In arms wide open, forgiveness flows,
Through timeless whispers, hope is laced,
The parables guide where love bestows.
In the Garden of Tears
In the garden where shadows weave,
Amid the blooms, the heart must grieve,
A whisper soft, the night descends,
As prayers entwine where solace bends.
Beneath the olive, stone and earth,
A sacred space, a place of birth,
Where sorrows spill like raindrops fall,
In every tear, a fervent call.
The moonlight dims, while spirits rise,
In silent ache, beneath the skies,
Each prayer a petal, each sigh a plea,
In the garden, hope finds just to be.
With every breath, the anguish shared,
In love's embrace, burdens bared,
Jesus walks, with steps of grace,
In the garden, tears find their place.
Whispers of the Parables
In silence deep, where shadows glimmer,
The parables of old begin to shimmer.
A shepherd lost, a coin misplaced,
In quiet hearts, their truths embraced.
The grace of love, the humble seed,
In stillness sown, in silence freed.
A prodigal’s path, a journey long,
In every whisper, the spirit’s song.
The mustard tree, so small at first,
In faith, it grows—a sacred burst.
The good Samaritan’s tender hand,
In quiet souls, we understand.
So listen close, where echoes dwell,
In every parable, a truth to tell.
In hearts where silence softly sways,
The love of Christ forever stays.
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In His Steps
Upon the waves, He strides with grace,
A figure calm in tempest's face.
When storms arise, the heavens roar,
He whispers peace, we fear no more.
With every footfall, faith ignites,
The darkest depths yield to His light.
In troubled hearts, His love will reign,
To guide us through the fiercest pain.
So let us follow where He leads,
In faith, our souls He gently feeds.
For in the storm, beneath the skies,
We walk with Him—our Savior, wise.
