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SOUL POET TOM ZART'S POEMS OF CHRISTIAN FAITH
by Tom Zart RUNNING FROM GOD All of us at sometime have ran from God When He asked us to do something we dont chose to do Though we feel free to select whom we follow A life without faith is impossible to renew The falsehoods of hell deceive mans soul Challenging our dedication and resolve. Anywhere at anytime dilemmas can occur Which we must overcome, endure and solve. Jonah ran from God and took flight on a ship To be thrown over and swallowed by a whale. After three days he was cast up unharmed To save Nineveh from the wickedness of Hell. Samson ran from God to the arms of Delilah Who gave him pleasure beyond compare. Soon she betrayed him and removed his hair Exposing him to capture, imprisonment and despair. Christians believe you can run but not hide From the eyes of Jehovah the who is always aware. Loving us regardless of our weakness toward sin And when we transform and repent, Hes there. MAKE IT PLAIN PREACHER Hope Repentance And Transformation When you preach to me speak of love and trust Not of race, division, hate, blame and divide. Teach me love and respect for my fellow man Like Christ proclaimed before he died. Warn me of greed, lust, selfishness and judgment Tell me of hope, repentance, transformation, and grace. Guide me from impureness past and present Allowing Gods love to shine from my face. Lead me to my mansion beyond Heavens gate Where the righteous gather without debate. Highlight my sins when Ive lost my way Remind me of salvation as for deliverance I pray. TWO WORLDS There are two worlds, this one and the next Mans is deceptive, temporary and full of blame. Gods is permanent, loving, truthful and complete Free of hate, lust, war, greed and shame. Our bodies belong to this world and die Our souls come from Gods and return. Virtue is knowledge of what is right or wrong As the lessons of lifetime we learn. Humans are disorderly, wasteful and corrupt All are guilty of the ignorance of sin. The worst crimes practiced on Earth today Are the sadistic deeds committed by men. History persist but nothing has changed The world we live in is more dangerous than before. Most people never know the true facts or answers They just follow the leaders they fear or adore. The falsehoods of politics shadow mans soul Testing our faith, temperament and resolve. Real heroes defend, liberate and unite Facing problems with a mandate to solve. For the shepherds of the free I pray for your wisdom To deal with Americas enemies and tribulations at hand. Mans world is Gods boot camp of divine worth As the misdeeds of man crisscross the land. HOPE TO BE HOME BY CHRISTMAS World War III Darling I miss you more than words can tell As the torments of war burden my heart. I worry about you and how you are As by conflict were forced to part. As death confronts me I witness first hand Just how sudden life can come to its end. At any moment war can consume and destroy Myself, my dreams, my enemy, my friend. Determined though fearful I dream of home Remaining focused, steadfast and whole. Praying for family, country and comrades The treasures of my existence and soul. I suffer pain, remorse and regret From actions Im forced to employ. I have no choice but to do my duty As my solemn oath becomes my story. Remind our kids how much I love them And those moments they cry or play. Ill be home for hugs and kisses Hopefully by Christmas Day. Most of all I pray for words That portray my need for your touch. I dream of you both night and day And sometimes a bit too much. Letters from home, loneliness and sorrow Have made family more precious to recall. I love you so incredibly much As I serve with honor, God and countrys call. Hope To Be Home By Christmas Love You Your Marine THE KING OF CHRISTMAS The son of God came down to earth To be our Lord by divine birth. Born to a virgin in a stable He lie Destine to lead, teach, suffer and die. Satan transformed from laughter to rage When Christ arrived to destroy mans cage. A never ending chance to redeem our soul A new opportunity to achieve Gods goal. Evil doers hate the birth of Gods child They love what is immoral, wicked and wild. Degrading Christmas wherever they can Jealous of the joy and rapture of man. Hallelujah Jesus the king of Christmas night With a star for his crown bathed in holey light Christ is our savior who leads by trust and love Delivering us from Satan to the grace of God Above. THE HORNETS of HELL The hornets of hell swarm from their nest Overwhelming all the victims they can. To sting as many souls as possible In their destruction of the glory of man. They murder, rob, rape and plunder While provoking the meek to submit. They lie, deceive and mislead And depend on the world to forget. Eager to enhance their numbers They are the cheerleaders of disgrace. Their agendas of sin must be stopped For the betterment of each race. Endless is God's test of time To measure man's spiritual worth Unwholesome deeds tempt us all Festering in the repugnance of earth. The hornets of hell are on the hunt In all directions by day or night. The Armor of God shields man's soul And gives us our resolve to fight. The champions of heaven in rapture await To see who will stumble and fall. They watch us struggle, in our world of woe As they pray we will heed, God's call. Fools declare we must hide from view And leave the hornets of hell alone But when we ignore the liabilities of life The failings of man become, our own. MY FAVORITE POET My favorite poet is God above Who gives Earth its rhythm and rhyme. Not pied pipers of misguided souls Who promote distrust, hatred and crime. Poetry is nature serenading in song The peaceful roar of the oceans waves. The wind through the trees and over the hills And the flowers in the fields by the graves. The sound of rain as it waters the thirsty The songs of children at play in the park. The far off rumble of trains or thunder As they pass through the night in the dark. The joy of our babies first words and steps The passion of life with its heroes and clowns. The on going struggle to survive our sins As we proliferate in hamlets and towns. My favorite poet is our Father of love Who was first to know us before birth. His poetry prolongs every thing we love As His deliverance gives life its worth. HEAVEN'S HEROES Winning souls tend to change everything Including who and what we are. When our darkness within transforms to light And our eyes have the luster of a star. We must always pray for the lost among us Who eagerly race toward the wrong direction. So they may know their own repentance Blessed by God's, grace, love and protection. All of heaven's heroes have suffered remorse From hate, fear, lust, loneliness and war. They do what they do with deliverance of heart Defeating the dark side of life and more. Noah found safety within the beams of his ark To endure heaven's cleansing of earth. Moses the deliverer, climbed a mountain Descending with God's guidelines of worth. David the shepherd, a boy among men Slew evil's giant with a flying stone. Samson the strong man, broke from his chains Toppling the temple with God's help alone. Jonah was swallowed by a monster fish To be cast up on shore with a prophecy to tell. Jesus of Nazareth was nailed to the cross And without his forgiveness we're doomed to fail. Lord I'll feel blessed to greet all your heroes When it is my time to escape my woes. I'll clutch their hands and kiss their face As we celebrate the journey we chose. HEAVEN'S GATE Lord I'm coming, Lord I'm running Skipping steps all the way to your gate. I know I have faltered, thanks to faith I've altered Escaping my bondage of hate. For too long I was selfish, reckless and cruel Refusing to regret my actions as a fool. An arrow from heaven found its way to my soul Since then till now giving love as my goal. Blessed by my children and the treasures of life Blessed by income, hard work and a wife. Led by your wisdom to combat what is wrong Blessed by your grace, worship and song. Age is upon me but I'm not afraid to die All that I stand for will be viewed by and by. I don't expect a mansion or wings to help me fly Only to serve you and yours in the sky. With one foot in heaven and one down on earth I pray to be remembered and judged by my worth. If I'm forced to camp, just outside your gate I will still be grateful and not, "hesitate." POETS ARE THE BELL RINGERS OF THE SOUL Most poets tell the truth of life Though they may wrap it in beauty. It's their passion, not their purpose To compose is but their duty. Poets as a rule are high on adventure Like wondering bards or prophets today. Embracing hearts and minds with wisdom Casting through verse their visions at play. Poets have their dreams and their nightmares Of love, life, death, faith, and war. They feel the pain and tragedy of others Even those they've never met before. One merit of a poet's work Which most people cannot deny They say more and in fewer words To illuminate you and I. Their poems are used to convey passion By composers of both good and evil mood. Some are hateful others loving Sharing thoughts to be consumed as food. They fan the flames of human compassion With their stories of the failings of man. Professing to follow a higher power As they recruit whomever they can. The wild birds sing and flowers bloom As clouds form figures in the sky But only poets will write poems That shall last long after they die. God has always had his poets Who he watches with love from space. But Satan has his poets too Who try to lead us from our grace. Poets are the bell ringers of the soul As they depict the past, the present and beyond. They sound their alarm of what lies ahead As the missteps of man live on. JESUS IS A FISHERMAN Jesus is a fisherman Who saves the souls of man. Dead or alive he leads the faithful To the streams of promise land. He sees us when we're happy He hears us when we're glad. He whispers words of hope to us When we face something sad. As wicked thoughts control the mind Evil deeds control the heart. Jesus is who we turn to When from sins we must depart. Jesus is a fisherman Who baits his hook with love. Casting his line in your direction From the banks of heaven above. THE DISTORTION OF MAN We're sought by Satan of that I'm sure As he plots to derail our soul. Greed, hate, lust, anger and fear Are deeds which facilitate his coal. He smiles at lies, cheating and theft He laughs at never-ending war. He drools to conquer the hearts of man Shadowing every window and door. Tempting all with unclean pleasures His success is weakness and desire. We triumph only through the power of faith Avoiding eternal torment and fire. Goodness and evil illustrate life Like the two sides of every coin. Most can't help but experience both As we learn who to trust, follow and join. Praise our Lord for morals and ethics The laws of heavenly command. Without God's armor and his grace We become the distortion of man. THE RIVER OF NO RETURN Beware of the streams of evil Feeding the river of no return. Where whatever gives us pleasure Is our only worry and concern. True happiness results from blessings Handed down from heaven to earth. God seems to smile on people in love Who have chosen to share their worth. Three types of humans occupy earth The bad, the not so bad and the horrible. Somewhere in-between, most us are And our babies are most adorable. Far to many become disappointing Mimicking adults as they stretch and grow. Lost somewhere in self indulgence In a world they have yet to know. Thanks to faith and spiritual teachings Multitudes follow the path of grace. The righteous are the hope of man As we journey the dangers of space. Reject what is selfish, cruel and unkind Steer clear of evil deeds without fear. Listen to the voice of God in man And you'll remain more civilized and clear. THE FIRST ONE TO LOVE ME The first one to love me was you; Lord And nothing can take that away. My soul is refreshed by living water While my heart flows with love each day. I thank you for the love of my family And I thank you for the love of my life. I thank you for all of the blessings You give to each husband and wife. Your glory rides high on the sunsets Your voice is the thunder of rain. I thank you for all of the heavens And Jesus who came to be slain. I feel when your eyes are upon me As you listen to my humble cry, You've redeemed the soul of your servant To dwell in your mansion on high. I'll claim each and every promise From the Lord of the earth and sky. I'm so glad I'm free from my bondage Of the grave where my body shall lie. I thank you for parting the darkness And guiding my footsteps each day. I thank you for being my shepherd You've walked with me all the way. I know your armor protects me From the devil in search of his feast. And all who are lost without you Shall dwell in hell with the beast! DAVID AND GOLIATH David, the shepherd, a tender of sheep Would pray to his God before he would sleep. One day he awoke to the roar of beasts A bear and a lion in search of a feast. David slew both with his knife and his hand Though still just a boy and not yet a man. The Lord's love for David was proven once again When he challenged the champion of the Philistine men. Goliath's beastly fingers and hideous toes Made David more selective with the stones that he chose. One for the giant, he knew he would slay Four more for his brothers who were laughing that day. The giant told David, "I'll tear you apart; The birds and the animals shall feast on your heart." David yelled back, "I'll soon see you dead And when I'm through I'll cut off your head!" The worst of all men, drew high with his arm Came forth to David to do him great harm. The youth jumped ahead just as quick as a lynx A stone from his sling popped the giant where he thinks. Blood and bone spewed forth as that devil fell down; A thousand pound soldier lie dead on the ground. With Goliath's own sword, David chopped off his head Then took it to Jerusalem, to prove that he was dead. JESUS There once was a traveler who was driven out of town On his shoulders was a burden that pushed him to the ground. On his head was a crown made of thorns from a bush And the street was so crowded the guards had to push. They stopped at some sandstone at the top of a hill There was a round hole the cross would soon fill. They made him lie down upon that wood cross There they nailed him to prove who was boss. The beam was up-ended by the muscles of men As it plunged down the hole it was carved to fit in. Then Jesus looked up at the lightning that flew And cried, "God, My Father, they know not what they do." They crucified our Lord as his blood flowed to earth If inside you believe, you feel what love is worth. They wrapped him in loincloth when he was taken down Then carefully removed his scarlet stained crown. They placed him in a cave with a large, round, stone door Before sealing forever, they lay lilies on the floor. Though it wasn't very long, and the stone was rolled away For Jesus resurrected, to rise on Easter Day! DARTS OF THE DEVIL The darts of the devil fly free on the winds And sometimes they pierce both family and friends. Remember young Adam and his wife, Eve? When they gave into Satan, the Lord said, "leave". Ever since then, right up to today The devil makes sure we'll sin in some way. Wear all of God's armor, whatever you do; Should the darts of the devil seek out you. Thank God for Jesus who died on the cross. Our passage to heaven was paid by his loss. Every knee shall bow and tongues confess all That Jesus is our Lord at his final call. Angels will descend with Jesus in the sky He'll greet us with open arms when it's our time to fly. For our Lord awaits all who believe And those who do not, shall be told to leave. NIGHT OF NIGHTS In the tiny town of Bethlehem Born in a stable, an infant lie. While he slept his first dreamless night A whole universe of stars passed by. When Jesus Christ our savior was born Most of the angels began to sing Of peace, and good will to all mankind And hallelujah to earth's new king. There were those angels, who did not sing For they had passed through the devil's gate. They knew this young lad belonged to God And for them salvation was too late. So let's rejoice, and sing with great cheer That night when Jesus slept without fear. For our Lord's birthday comes once a year On that night of nights we hold so dear. GRACE The Son of God came to save that which was lost To redeem our soul from the power of the grave. Where the prisoners of death must rest together Except for the spirits of the kind and brave. The preaching of the cross is ignored by fools And sinners who are unable to conform. By grace we are saved as a gift from our Lord Who wipes tears from the faces that mourn. By learning, loving, working, teaching, and prayer We submit our years as a tale to be told. The survival of life is our pilgrimage As we tackle each challenge both young and old. No one can be sure of how long they will last Though all have a choice of whom they choose to be. Warmongers, adulterers, thieves or saints Everyone must some day bow down before thee. From dust we were made and shall return After life has brought us to our earthly end. Though all must walk in the shadow of death The righteous are promised they will rise again. NOAH'S ARK God saw that wickedness had fouled his earth To a state it could no longer be ignored. While grieving sadly he chose to destroy it Though Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord. The Lord told Noah to fashion a great ark Made of gopher wood and pitch, outside and in. Three hundred cubits long and fifty in width Before the world he knew, would come to its end. Bring your food, your sons, your wife and your son's wives And two of every living sort, be with thee. For with you I'll establish my covenant And all who are with thee shall survive the sea. They all marched forth, two by two, into the ark And waited for God's waters to flood the land. For forty days and for forty nights The fountains of the deep consumed beast and man. Inside the ark nostrils kept their breath of life As the high waters prevailed upon the earth. Every mountain and every hilltop vanished As all within felt the power of God's worth. The waters from heaven were finally restrained And after ten months the tops of mountains were seen. God had blessed Noah and all who had joined him To multiply, plant and fulfill his dream. WISDOM AND KNOWLEDGE The wise listen to increase their learning Where the scorners of wisdom close their mind. The hearts of the prudent gather knowledge For a soul without grace becomes confined. Our knowledge can help us fulfill our dreams Though most of the time with wisdom comes grief. For knowledge removes our veil of ignorance Exposing within the liar or thief. A wise mind is a fountain of life; To teach others it's knowledge before death. Wisdom is too hard for fools to retain Who curse their fellows with spiteful breath. Fill yourself with love and understanding For wisdom makes the human face shine. Knowledge is stronger than weapons of war While on ignorance, fools continue to dine. The words of the wise are heard in quiet More than the loud shouts of screaming fools. Wisdom and knowledge cause stability In the lives of those who use them as tools. We should shun with wisdom what is evil And glorify with knowledge what is good. Better is the gift of learning than gold For by virtue we become what we should. MIRACLES Miracles are the extraordinary acts of God If you don't believe it, why pray? Some say, they're just happenings brought about by luck Thus, superstition has led the rest of us, astray. Woe to what the misinformed might think Who claim their excellence is their own. A wise man knows his gifts are from heaven And by repentance, his gratitude is shown. I believe in miracles for I'm alive and well I'm loved by God, family, and a few good friends. I've lived long enough to see miracles transpire As one must end, another descends. WHO? Who wrote the tune the songbird sings? Who made the diamonds we wear on rings? Who caused the snow and rain to fall? Who made spring, winter, summer and fall? Who gave man a woman to love? Who made the clouds and sky above? Who lights the stars and moon in the night? Who makes heaven and beyond so bright? Who gives us babies we follow till death? Who made us able to speak with our breath? Who gives us heroes willing to die? Who made the tears we shed as we cry? Who shows us hope and guides our way? The same one who loves us night and day. THE ARMOR OF GOD Put on the whole armor of God And soldiers we shall be. Fighting the powers of darkness Who thirst for the souls of the free. Through lust, they try to enslave us And silence God's voice in man. With focus of faith we shun them Avoiding the grasp of their hand. Satan whispers his sadistic thoughts In every language and every ear. Tempting all with the sins of hell Victims of misery, hopelessness and fear. Eagerly plotting to disrupt God's works Evil swallows up souls like the shifting sand. The armor of God is our divine protection Shielding every child, woman, and man. THE MYSTERY OF PRAYER Never be afraid to pray boldly to God For no matter the crisis our Lord is aware. Sometimes it's hard to recognize God's answers But that's just part of the mystery of prayer. Some of the greatest heroes in history Wore holes in the knees of their pants. For without God's grace and human prayer Man's survival on earth is by chance. Surrender your soul and make time for prayer Sharing moments with your Savior alone He'll shoulder your burden and give you rest As the seeds of his praise are sown. JESUS IS MY MASTER Jesus is my master I'm not afraid to admit. All I had to do Was be willing and submit. He loves me when I'm bad He loves me when I'm good. He loves me even more When I behave as I should. He knows that I'm not perfect He knows I'm guilty of sin. He leadeth me to righteousness And allows me to rise again. FAITH So perfect is nature, though not by man It's the brush of our master that paints the land. The sun comes up and sun goes down As in every direction God's wonders are found. The tide comes in and the tide goes out Our faith in eternalness is what life is about. Contentment depends on which path we walk By daylight or darkness; our faith is our rock. Our confidence and trust in a higher power Helps guide us through every moment and hour. Fidelity to ones promise and observance of law Lets our Lord know we heed his call. DIVINE INTERVENTION I never write a poem That doesn't write itself. I catch a buzz and come alive Like a puppet off it's shelf. Hearing many voices Whose words are never mine. My pen becomes a painter's brush Forming visions on a line. I seem to be a better person When it's time to sit down and write. A higher power guides my hand Sharing wisdom by day and night. People born to create Have no choice but to perform. It's the rush of sharing their gift That elevates them from the norm. What would our world become Without intervention from above? Angry beings in a revolving cage With no sense of passion or love. LUCIFER LOVES TO BAIT HIS HOOK Jesus is our savior who whips the Devil's hide After death heaven awaits for all with him who ride. Disobedience by believers was forgiven by his loss The future of man was changed by his death on the cross. We're free to believe whatever till its time to say farewell All who turn their back to Christ shall suffer the blaze of hell. Lucifer loves to bait his hook and fish the pond of man Once he has you in his net you're the victim of his hand. Some say not to worry for man was once an ape It's okay to hate, plunder, murder, lie and rape. I choose to follow the Bible and observe God's laws Praying for the mislaid in the clutch of Satan's claws. JONAH God's words to Jonah were to preach at Nineveh A great city from which armies against Israel often came. Instead he went to Joppa a city by the sea Where he paid his passage and sailed without shame. The ship had not gone far before a tremendous storm arose And the crew became frightened and began to pray. They threw the cargo overboard to help stay afloat As they pondered who among them should be cast away? They chose to draw lots to expose God's offender. And the lot fell upon Jonah who ran from his call The sailors tried their best to bring the ship to shore When they failed they pitched Jonah to suffer God's law. Jonah's body hardly touched the waters of the deep When up came a huge fish, and swallowed him whole. From within it's belly he had time to think of his sins Make peace with God, and purify his soul. After three days, the fish swam close to shore Casting up Jonah on dry land unharmed. Again Jonah heard God's voice from his heart Saying save Nineveh from Lucifer's charm. Soon after he preached, that Nineveh along with its people God would destroy unless they turned from their wicked ways. To his surprise, they listened and repented their sins And were told by their king to pray for God's praise. All Poems By Tom Zart Soldier For The Lord Poet and Author of Love War And More 225 poems published by Publish America; SHEPHERDS of LIFE e-book 350 poems, CD "MEMORIES" 28 poems with music by Bill Crain for sale on the web under Tom Zart and or Bill Crain. It's appropriate and symbolic that the romantic poet Tom Zart was born on Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |