Love Poems About Supplicating or Supplicating Love Poems
by Jessica Hanna |
Categories: life,

Along the Sidewalk

Along the sidewalk
I walk alone,
I count my steps
Till I reach home.

Through the night
Breezes are colder,
The moon is bright
But cannot solder.

To my scarf I cleave
The way I clove
To my mother’s sleeve
When there was love.

I miss the cradle
That healed my heart
Before I failed
To aim the dart.

I wish I could
Bring back the hope
That filled childhood
As I jumped rope.

For now to sword
I am being put,
Supplicating the Lord
I cry in grief.

Let my body
Immerse in heat
Or the invincible
Shall I defeat?


20th of dec 06
Jessica J. Hanna

by Beata Agustin |
Categories: appreciation, blessing, christian, faith, god, jesus, spiritual,

Sense of Satisfaction

Secured by the Saviour’s seal of satisfaction* Settled am I upon Scriptures’ salvation-security... Separated against satanic strongholds Standing despite stormy sorrows and sufferings... Supplied with grace-sufficiency Succeeding as a faithful steward though struggling from sins... Surely soulwinning, serving, supplicating Savouring God’s love, showing His compassion... Sharing His goodness of kindness-touch Supernaturally sowing righteousness’ seeds.
Proverbs 19:23 The fear of the LORD tendeth to life: and he that hath it shall abide satisfied; he shall not be visited with evil. July 17, 2019

by Johnette Loefgren |
Categories: forgiveness, lost love, god, god,

The Healing Touch of Love

I'm not your slave,
I'm not your master,
I'm not the cause of your disaster.

you were you 
before I met you,
you'll still be you ,
when I forget you.

you came to me
with broken hands,
I wrapped them up
in silver bands.

A healing touch
for simple things,
but only God can
mend your wings.

go stand out in the
morning light 
and pray to God 
to take your flight.

unfurl those pinions
take the breeze,
I'll be beside you
on my knees

supplicating as you 
rise,
I hope  to God,
this is Goodbye.

I'm not your slave ,
I'm not your master,
I'm not the cause 
of your disaster,

you were you 
before I met you,
you'll still be you,
when I forget you.