Fruitful Vine Poetry

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

At The Cross

Some are lonely, some are scared
Some don’t know what they’re doing there
Some are blind, some are lost
What were you
At the cross?

Some are hurt and some confused
Some betrayed, some abused
Some will heal, some will bleed
Some will stay, some will leave

Some find mercy, some find grace
Some find strength to run the race
Some find things they thought were lost
What did you find
At the cross?

Some find healing for their pain
Some find a place to leave their shame
Some find power and Pentecost
What did you find
At the cross?

Some will heal and some will bleed
Some will stay and some will leave
But before they go
We must show
The Jesus we’ve seen
The Jesus we know

At the cross I found
the blood Jesus shared
What did you find
when you got there?
We all must see
how high the cost
For what Jesus did
At the cross

Monday, August 28, 2006

Your Friend

There are people in your life
In whom you call your friends.
They comfort and believe in you,
In them your life depends.

But they won't always be there
When the road of life gets tough;
They'll go halfway, then leave you there
And say the've had enough.

But there is one who even now
Sticks closer than a brother.
He's by your side through rain or shine,
From one day to another.

No-matter what your cercumstance,
No-matter what your reason,
Jesus will be by your side
Through each and every season.

And as I write this poem
Just to show you of his love;
May His grace rain upon you,
With blessings from above.

By Moriah J. Akin

3/06

God's Helpers

God places people in my life
To be a guiding light.
To show me of His laws of love,
And teach me what is right.

They help me overcome my fears
They make me try new things.
They do whatever’s in their power
To help me find my wings.

They teach me how to praise the Lord
Despite what life may bring.
They tell me not to be afraid to
Lift my voice and sing.

They encourage me to be a friend
To all who are in need,
And help me to step out in faith
To go and take the lead.

They say I can pursue my dreams
As long as I believe.
With God’s help all is possible,
Great blessings I’ll receive.

I’m glad to have these people here
To guide me as I grow.
They shine for Christ in every way
Their love for Him does show.

By Moriah J. Akin

6/06

This Church

This church is built from wooden beams
Its structure’s great and strong.
It provides a shelter as we praise;
To the Lord it does belong.

This church is made of loving friends
Who care if you are wounded.
They help you back up on your feet,
And stay there till you’re mended.

This church is blessed with hearts of joy;
They never cease to share.
Whenever you walk in this room,
The joy rings through the air.

This church is fixed on Godly rules
Which we all strive to keep.
Just as a shepherd leads His flock
We follow as His sheep.

This church may not change much in life,
But we can change mankind.
If we press on and step in faith
His love the world will find.

By Moriah J. Akin

7/06



My Daily Prayer

Lord please guide my feet today
I want to walk with you.
I long to be right by your side,
You always see me through.

Lord please help to guard my tongue,
Give wisdom from above.
When people hear the words I say
May they demonstrate your love.

Lord please lead my hands to serve
You, and you alone.
I choose to only do your will
Until you call me home.

Lord help me show thy faithfulness
I want the world to see;
No matter what I'm going through
You're there to carry me.

Lord please help me to believe
That you're always in control.
Your hand will always guide me
And your words will soothe my soul.

Thank you Lord for listening
It means so much to me.
You are the King and I'm your child
Forever grateful I will be!

By Moriah J. Akin

10/05



Lord Anoint This Poem

Lord anoint this poem,your hands upon my pen,help me to forget the past,this is now, that was thenLord anoint this poem,your hands upon this bookhelp me to live in the present,So to your hands I will look.Lord anoint this poem,your hands on these last verseshelp me plan with the grace of your hands,and not the weight of the universeLord anoint this poem,over and over againyour kingdom come, your will be done, amen. By Rebekah Bird