The Gods of the Copybook Headings (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1919 As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, Make my proper prostrations to the Gods of ...
Poems about reverent (31 Poems)
A Time of Reverent Prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the silence, a hope a centering that the time set apart will be holy a time of reverent prayer ...
Come to Jesus (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
At the end of our waiting coming before our Savior seeking to be with Him His coming to the earth ...
Touching the Bread, the Cup (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The pastor praying the words of the liturgy but it was the way he touched the loaf, the cup In ...
The Banner of Freedom (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The colors of our country how proudly they wave so much sacrifice the price to this day Our nation's ideals ...
Any Act (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Any act, serving one another foot washing the servants as a servant of God Following his example the master the ...
Boundless Mercies (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We humbly bow thankful for his grace God's boundless mercies while we were yet living in sin creating idols of ...
To God be our Thanks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
not to ourselves works of our hands we give our humble prayer as a people, a nation to God be ...
The Widow’s Gift (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Her simple coins change for some; all she had offered to God in faith in trust relying on God for ...
Prayer Answered (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Honest, humble, reverent prayer joyfully raised, with assurance our creator, our savior sustainer, and father we call to you, as ...
Raising the Colors (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Running to court, a quick filing before racing to the office, a swallow of coffee, gathering papers another hearing, another ...
In reverent mediation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A change in my gait, in my breathing walking on the rocks, on the beach in reverent mediation slowing my ...
At the Rail Received (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We kneeled, at the rail received the bread, the wine the body, the blood, sharing the communion meal, at God's ...
A Little Longer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They had a little longer walk today to stop in wonder at the beauty along our way to see the ...
Teach Us to Pray (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
As they asked, we ask him teach us to pray the words of the prayer A reverent prayer to God ...
At the Rail Received (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We kneeled, at the rail received the bread, the wine the body, the blood, sharing the communion meal, at God's ...
Pine Needle Floorboards (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Silence steps, into the chapel the open-air sanctuary walking in silence a mere rubbing underfoot less than a crunch pine ...
Cheerful Piety (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Quiet, reverent, cheerful piety living happily in relationship in direct connection with God Praying, fasting, giving, communing with God, not ...
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, ...
Her Face in Prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sitting on the couch her head leaning on the arm eyes closed, face lit by the glow of incandescence cares ...
The Silence before the Applause (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
There was a silence, before the applause this morning in church, after the fourteen voices, the lone trumpet, and pianoforte ...
Spontaneous Prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We both saw it she began to pray a simple urgent prayer "Lord, can I please have a dog?" but, ...
Healing Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Hands joined in humble, reverent prayer around the tables of our meeting praying for comfort and release for our friend ...
A Frozen Prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A prayer hidden and silent Stones submerged by winter's blanket Covered and cold beneath the grip of frost If they ...
A Certain Male Timbre (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words were different, not just in amplitude with more voices raised in the same solemn reverent ancient prayer No ...
Little-oh dear (Eugene Field Poem)
See, what a wonderful garden is here, Planted and trimmed for my Little-Oh-Dear! Posies so gaudy and grass of such ...
Elegy VIII: The Comparison (John Donne Poem)
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
Whose are the little beds, I asked (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Whose are the little beds, I asked Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others smiled -- ...
Her gentle hands (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
She came at night, her gentle hands defused the ticking bomb that was his brain, she soothed the pain and ...
Heaven (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat'ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy ...