Both members and non-members are invited to share their personal faith, an expression of truth, or praise to our Father or His son through original poems. All are welcome to send your poems for posting using the address: poems@worldslastchance.com
Poems must be original or owned by you, and the ownership remains with you. You, not WLC, are responsible not to infringe on the copyright privileges of others. Most of us have written poems on occasion and nearly all who have, like to share them with others. Readers of poetry are perhaps rare birds. So consider joining the poets' elite also by reading the poems posted by others on this site. All of them are useful to read, most of them are inspiring, and some of them are truly beautiful and well-written. They are well worth reading.
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You were born in to sin
You were living in prison
by: Stephen J. Vattimo
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Protest not with placards,
pacing up and down the streets,
by: Margaret C Mullings
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The greatest gift of god
life it is;
by: Sagar Rastogi
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All you peoples of the lands,
Praise with me and clap your hands.
by: Sandy Gracestorm
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Peaceful silence on the air
I savored while meditating
by: Helen Sarita
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You saved me from evil and died for my sins,
I will always be thankful for Your sacrifice
by: Maria E. Almeida
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When I think of You I am in peace,
When I talk to You I am in peace,
by: Maria E. Almeida
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Mirroring the walk of our Saviour
May be a daunting task
by: Judith C. I. Velez
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The Son who sits on the right Hand of HIS Father
Is very afflicted at what HE sees
by: Judith C. I. Velez
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Persevere in your pain
even though the pain
by: Margaret C Mullings
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Pride puffs up like a cloud,
And boasts and praises himself aloud.
by: Shin Hattori
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“Light to enlighten the peoples”, that is the title
of the Infant Jesus, in his first bloodshed,
by: Enrico Monaci/(Translation: Mauro Ferrari)
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My heart aches, till it nearly breaks,
Just to breath, it all my strength takes,
by: Shin Hattori
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Prayer is not a mere routine
prayer is a fresh experience
by : Margaret C Mullings
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Arms stretched wide
Impaled, He died
by: Metatron Rabbin
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I Praise You Lord for saving my life
Many times, I praise You for this day,
by: Maria E. Almeida
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O Lord my God
Who will comfort me?
by: Debra Ayis
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O Jesus even at the verge of my death
May the truth prevail in me
by: Judith C. I. Velez
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I feel weak as i walk through the desert.
But i remember you are the hope in the mist of the problems
by: Josh Viera
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Pride does puff up to the sky;
Gloating fiercely, yet not so shy
by: Karen Ponraj
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