The First One To Love Me = Faith

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Poems Of Faith ByTom Zart Most Published Poet On The Web

THE FIRST ONE TOLOVE 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!


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.


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 alleluia 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.


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.


GOD’S POETS



The prize jewels of any nation
Are the philosophers of the heart.
How they think is universal,
For it’s God who makes them so smart.


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 have no reason to lie

When the truth is always so clear.

All that others say and do

Is but food for the poet's ear.

One merit of a poet's work,
Which most people cannot deny,
They say more and in fewer words
To illuminate you and I.

God sent his poets down to earth
With words of wisdom and of worth,
That they might touch the souls of men
And bring them back to Him again.


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.








King Solomon was a poet,
Who spoke of love, life, death, and war.
That lips were like threads of scarlet,
And that breasts were roses and more.

The wild birds sing and flowers bloom,
As clouds form figures in the sky.
But only humans will write poems,
That shall last long after they die.

The eldest sister of all arts,
Which some have called the devils wine.
Poetry is but pure passion,
To stimulate the heart and mind.



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.




By Tom Zart
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On this the longest day of the year
I look to you and your not there
to the east then the west
I look and look for the best

In one place I search, a forgoten thought
In my wildest dreams I would not have caught.
But there he was My darling Prince
My heart pounded in a way it hadnt since


You my Love I know are here
Summer fest is the time of year
Dreams of Loving touch I see
My Prince is near in my reality

Come close, no closer still
come hither apon that hill
Come hold my hand , lead the way
sweet lilac wafting through the heat of day

Unto a fall we find beyond the incline
a magical place hiden within the pine
Oh Love of mine this day will n'er end
Its our forever in this Now we will tend

Summer Pan And Summer Fae
Allow us just one day of Play
If we are just allowed only one
Then let it be the longest day done

Two Lovers entwined forever more
In one Now eachother they will Adore
He takes her strong into his arms
She woos him sweetly with her charms

Into eachothers eyes they peer
he tells her that he Loves her Dear
The tears do flow as she feels his heart
Seeking deeply into eyes she cannot part

She found the truth lieing deeply there in his eyes
He found a great Love in hers that never ties
Their Love so deep transended time
Their feelings went deeper they were so sublime

Their souls forever did stay in that glen
Poets forever trying to capture their perfection with pen
Only Truth and True Love knows Who they are
Fae and Pan, smile as they truely understand best by far



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The first one to love me, apart from my parents and siblings, when I was finally old enough to understand what love is, was a lovely young woman named Lynn. That was almost 40 years ago, and I still have some small regrets that it didn't work out. I loved her too. I still have a soft spot for anyone named Lynn. And anyone named Maureen. <sigh>
 

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Dear Tam look "Tom Zart" up on google and you will find 250 of my poems on over 200 web sites I've had
a lot of help from God. Post your poems on some of the sites I'm on and people will love them. Anyone
who has some poems can post them here and they will be welcome.

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.

 

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Thank you for your reply.


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.
 

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The First One To Love Me

Thanks you frinds in the north for your replys. I will not be posting any more poems here for I was told not to by the boss of this forum.

Thank you for your kindness, if you like my poems look "Tom Zart" up on google and you will find 261 poems on over 200 web sites.

Tom Zart
The Most Published Poet
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TomZart

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Thank you for your kind words of support.
You can google"Tom Zart" and you will find 265 of my poems on over 200 web sites world wide.I hope to see more of your replys in the days to come.

Thanks again
Tom Zart
 

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Nature will perish one day. Nature is but a thing of God's creation. It serves us until that day when we are no longer in exile and return to our true home, and the natural body is reformed for eternal life with it's soul to rest in eternity in the place we have chosen. At judgement, we will be asked in what way did we serve the Lord in our absense. Some will be able to say they carried out His works and worshipped Him in due charity due a loving Being who created them,nature and the universe. Some will only be able to say they carried out His works.

There once was a time when Pan carried out His works, but did not feel it his duty to extend charity to His maker. So God not wanting to destroy him sent him to exist in a realm of his own and he got his wish of being a king. And here he tallies his failthful subjects who are in his favor and just do God's works without charity, and one day they will become part of his kingdom, finding themselves away from the rapture of the fall leaves, the toadstools, the fairy brooks and all the trappings that Pan uses to sway them away from the evidence of Devine reality. God so loves them that he would not want to distance them from their ultimate end, and that is to live with their prince, a created being, not God.

What a tragic loss.

AndyF
 
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