Share a poem you wrote?

Child of Jesus

Jesus beckons to my inner child
and says to come and rest my weary head
whatever brokenness, whatever trials
he before me has prepared a bed

if only we should believe
and call Him with His name
we may lay down what's bereaved
and find solace in Him without blame

join him with his flock
and follow in his ways
our hearts to him unlock
and he shall enter on the darkest days

to guide us in all our lives
see us through the mighty storms
with his angels besides
our cares and woes holy shorn

for He is love
God's begotten son of right
and with the holy spirit above
His yoke is easy and His burden is light

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Matthew 11:28–30 (NIV):

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.
For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Bible Gateway+1

Matthew 11:28–29 (KJV):

“Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.” Bible Gateway+1

It's called a penny of love
I am penny laying on the side of the road pick me up you want me to hold
I'm a penny I know I'm not worth much but aren't you dying for a touch
I forgot the rest jesus told me that poem was written on my feelings about myself when a girl called me some mean names and that poem was worth a million dollars
But someone stole it I left it at my school in a purple folder and someone stole it she told me did I want to make copies of the poem I said no one copy is good enough I would just put it in my purple folder at school and then someone stole it

I see London,
I see France,
I see a SWer
Ain't got no pants.

Impress him with my poetry?
Keep him as my inspiration, and I'm getting nowhere you see.

Consider myself in line, chasing a beautiful soul like he
Then I smoke less, and people like and see more of me.

That's considerable, but I dare
A 'soul to fix' is his kind of care.

Reed, if you can somehow let me be
An amazing path to a best friend, in me, you will see.

Please person who stole my poem from school from my purple Folder that Jesus gave me please return it back to me I need a million dollars

Roses are red, violets are blue
If you block me, I will poo in your shoe.

Meaningless moon-dipped dreams
in chaotic surroundings.
Childhood rituals of chastity and love
wrapped in a butterfly kiss.
Silky lavender wildflowers watch
with leafless skeleton trees
as ghosts of drifting clouds
are crossing the countryside tonight.

Hot alien desires.
Sirens singing for love.
Appocolypse is coming to dinner.
Chaos rules tonight.

Lightning roars, thunder rolls.
Skies open, hot salt-tears fall.
I am surrounded
by the shipwreck of my life.

If you see a poem titled a penny of love on the Internet is mine

Mary, Mary, how does your garden grow

With silver bells and cockle shells

And one damn petunia in the row

There's five on each Foot
A feast for all the senses
Painted they look best

Why. If you missed what I wrote on EP oh well.
Too bad. 🙂

I was told that Jesus help me write that poem and it was about my feelings about myself when a girl at school told me she saw someone so ugly it made me look attractive

well i started to write one last night but never finished

Roses are red, violets aren’t orange,
I haven’t had enough sleep to try and rhyme, so screw it.

🚮

How would anyone trust any such claim, now, in the ChatGPT era?
You'll never be able to trust the provenance of creative writing by relative unknown random people on social media ever again.