The Risen Power of Christ (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
All that we shout in praises of our redeemers resurrection evaporates like the dew on a bright summer morning if ...
Poems about cleave (31 Poems)
Sticky Mud (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The sticky mud, slimy mire the troubles, the ways of the world not a permanent sentence forgiven by the Lord ...
No right words (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
No right words, but a shining example Jesus teaching us how to pray focusing first upon the mighty what we ...
His Presence Before Me (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Seeking the face of God his walking next to me feeling his presence beside before me, on this mortal trail ...
Stones around our hearts (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A people separated each one of us alone believing in ourselves more than in our togetherness Forgetting the words of ...
When We Turn (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When we turn, he is right here waiting we will find him, right by our side Our father, ever, seeking ...
Our Restless Hearts (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
never satisfied, disquiet in our spirits what we have, who we are defined by our possessions our storehouses full our ...
The Power of God (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Cleave to his strength the power of God living with us the spirit indwelling sufficient, our strength abiding with us ...
The Words of Christ (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So much, our worship now the words of Christ his teachings, his healings his lessons for the first disciples our ...
The Human Christ (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
While divine, fully human the man Jesus choosing to submit to cleave to God's will taking the cup bringing the ...
Holding onto our Treasure (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So hard to give up, the things that we acquire holding onto our treasure on earth when Jesus is calling, ...
The Wisdom in Fear (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Understanding, from the beginning awe and respect, aware our distance from you humbling ourselves wisdom in fear before you Creator ...
Fear of the Lord (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not our equal merely in his image a pale copy, feet of clay dust into whom you alone breathe life ...
Honor, Respect, and Fear (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Honor, respect, and fear shades of meaning to understand the first step the beginning of wisdom Always present, all powerful ...
Father (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The father, the creator your ways, your grace beyond my comprehension the precision, the order oh to see your creation ...
Here May the Tempted Find Help (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We all are tempted in this life, a coarseness, a selfishness pervades the age the world says all is acceptable, ...
For Your Love (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
For Your Love Lord, I will act For Your Grace I give thanks For Your Creation I rejoice For Your ...
The Beginning of Wisdom (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the beginning, we were afraid we knew our nakedness biting into the flesh of the fruit of the forbidden ...
An Unholy World (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We live in a time a world that Paul warned us about violence and righteousness claimed in your name the ...
A proper trewe idyll of camelot (Eugene Field Poem)
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
Ode To William H. Channing (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Though loth to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, I cannot leave My buried thought For the priest's cant, Or ...
Saadi (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
They Who Tread the Path of Labor (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
They who tread the path of labor follow where My feet have trod; They who work without complaining, do the ...
When I Close My Eyes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
When I close my eyes I cannot reconstruct your face but the three-dimensional solidity or you bursts through the tissues ...
The Narrow Way (William Cowper Poem)
What thousands never knew the road! What thousands hate it when 'tis known! None but the chosen tribes of God ...
Mourning and Longing (William Cowper Poem)
The Saviour hides His face; My spirit thirsts to prove Renew'd supplies of pardoning grace, And never-fading love. The favor'd ...
Cleansings (Michael Burch Poem)
Walk here among the walking scepters. Learn inhuman patience. Flesh can only cleave to bone this tightly if their hearts ...
I Would I Were a Careless Child (Lord Byron Poem)
I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, Or ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...