Help those in need poem
by Tom Krause
(Nixa, MO USA)
PROOF OF FAITH
We show our faith not by the ribbons we wear,
we show our faith only by the crosses we bear.
For only by faith through our trials we know,
compassion and mercy are what we must show.
An image means nothing to God up above.
He only desires that we act out of love,
by kneeling at the feet of the suffering and poor,
by sharing our blessings with those who need more.
By softening our hearts, getting rid of our pride,
reaching out to another who is hurting inside.
By not thinking of self, or status, or greed,
but humbling our hearts to all who have need,
For when our life wanes, as we come to the end,
it's not our accomplishments we'll have to defend,
but who did we serve as we traveled life’s way?
That is the proof of our faith on that day.
Tom Krause
tags: help those in need poem, service to God, what does God want us to do, charity, spiritual poem, whatsoever you do
Help Those in Need Poem
by Mavis
(Australia)
Call to Outreach
I sat alone in the empty church
And rested
As beside still waters...
The soul's storm had subsided
And now, utterly spent,
Motionless I remained,
Ministered to by the unseen;
Until
Gradually
Peace stole back.
After a timeless while
I thought to say to Him
Whose Presence there I sensed:
"My Lord, were I to see You here,
Where would You be...?
Would it be there,
In that gold shaft of light
Near the last pew?"
(I could almost see Him there
In lucent robes, resplendent) -
"Or by the sacred tale, Lord?
Where would You appear?"
So swiftly, unexpectedly His answer came
It startled me:
"In the doorway -
And I'd be dirty, beaten, dishevelled;
Sick..."
Unmistakable and loud, His answer
Rang
In the silence of my mind
And long afterward remained...
In very truth
Had He not said so long ago:
"Inasmuch as ye did it unto one
Of the least of these My brethren
Ye did it unto Me"?
Move from Help Those in Need Poem to Read
a biblical Easter Poem about the Crucifixion in rhyme tags: jesus, spirituality, service, charity, poverty, brethren, sick
Christian Charity Poem
by Norma
(Whitley Bay Tyne & Wear England)
HE CAME TO HIS OWN
Eyes fixed on nothingness,
boney hand, palm open to the sky.
Heaven sees the beggarman,
and the busy folk who blindly pass by.
She walks barefoot with an angel's face,
dirty clothes, dirty hands, dirty hair,
Heaven sees the beggar child,
and the folk below who don't care.
He came at last to call His own,
and the last on the earth became the first.
The old man on his shoulders he placed,
the child in his arms he nursed.
The busy folk called "Lord, Lord"
The Lord heard them, but they couldn't see.
"When you ignored the least of these" he said,
"in truth you were ignoring me,"
"We go to church and pray," they said
"Lord, us, you surely must know."
"In truth I never knew you" he said
"It was your hearts you needed to show."
The old man was lifted high,
The child in his arms smiled at last.
And the busy folk below all cried,
for their chance to serve him had past.
Norma.
(Matt -25:45
I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these,
you did not do for me.) Move from Christianity Charity Poem to Read
a Christian Easter Poem about the Resurrection in rhyme tags: christian charity, Christianity, jesus, spirituality, hypocrisy, service, charity, poverty, whatsoever you do to the least of my brothers
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