Be More Loving (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Be more loving, by loving more, be more faithful by living your faith, grow in faith by acting in faith ...
Poems about rev (31 Poems)
Faith Like Muscle (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like living growing muscle so is our faith growing by use, by testing, by struggle and strain building faith like ...
Faith is Now (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Increase our faith was the plea; but they misunderstood the nature of faith the faith of Abraham, of true believers ...
Tending the Garden (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
For God's love raised Christ from the depths of death, for the forgiveness of our sins, and we must work, ...
Use the Faith You Have (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The disciples, before the passion, asking for more faith. Not understanding, yet appreciating the faith deep within their hearts the ...
Team Sport (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Christianity is a team sport, so the pastor said that morning from the pulpit. Sometimes it can feel lonely, different ...
Run the Race (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
If only we would just run forward, mile on mile, not look backward, behind us, second guessing, looking for the ...
Don’t Look Back (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
We are forgiven, blessed by grace able to gather the flowers and blanket for those who complete who finish the ...
Conscious Christianity (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Paul called us all of us, each one to using our will, our free will, our Choice, to Daily Discipline ...
Cottages (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Gingerbread cottages on the old revival campsites around the Tabernacle on the Bluff over the Atlantic on the Vineyard Hearing ...
The Final Word (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh it will be wonderful At the end of the age For those who believe To see that heavenly place ...
The Progress Of Wit (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
DIVERTING in extreme there is a play, Which oft resumes its fascinating sway; Delights the sex, or ugly, fair, or ...
The Case Of Conscience (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at ease Both names and titles, freely as they please. It costs them scarcely ...
The Poor Man’s Lamb (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems)
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
t of the Fifth Scene in the Second Act of Athalia (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Enter, as in the Temple of Jerusalem, ATHALIA, MATHAN, ABNER WHY, to our Wonder, in this Place is seen, ...
Ode (John Dryden Poem)
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
The Higher Unity (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
The Rev. Isaiah Bunter has disappeared into the interior of the Solomon Islands, and it is feared that he may ...
The Advice (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Revolving in their destin'd sphere, The hours begin another year As rapidly to fly; Ah! think, Maria, (e'er in grey ...
Five O’Clock Shadow (John Betjeman Poems)
This is the time of day when we in the Mens's ward Think "one more surge of the pain and ...
83. The Cotter’s Saturday Night (Robert Burns Poems)
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
67. Epistle to John Goldie, in Kilmarnock (Robert Burns Poem)
O GOWDIE, terror o' the whigs, Dread o' blackcoats and rev'rend wigs! Sour Bigotry, on her last legs, Girns an' ...
139. Lines on Meeting with Lord Daer (Robert Burns Poem)
THIS 1 wot ye all whom it concerns, I, Rhymer Robin, alias Burns, October twenty-third, A ne'er-to-be-forgotten day, Sae far ...
55. The Twa Herds; or, The Holy Tulyie (Robert Burns Poems)
O A' ye pious godly flocks, Weel fed on pastures orthodox, Wha now will keep you frae the fox, Or ...
84. Address to the Deil (Robert Burns Poems)
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
54. Man was made to Mourn: A Dirge (Robert Burns Poems)
WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth Along the banks of ...
62. Epistle to William Simson (Robert Burns Poems)
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
133. The Brigs of Ayr (Robert Burns Poems)
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
38. Epitaph on my Ever Honoured Father (Robert Burns Poems)
O YE whose cheek the tear of pity stains, Draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend! Here lie the loving ...
112. A Dream (Robert Burns Poems)
GUID-MORNIN' to our Majesty! May Heaven augment your blisses On ev'ry new birth-day ye see, A humble poet wishes. My ...
68. The Holy Fair (Robert Burns Poems)
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...