Friday Poems - Poems about Friday

End the death of the unborn, and protect them from receiving any harm. Made by choice and killed by force. We should all remember that we were once in that spot. Love and kindness should be given to the unborn until they are born. No harm or death should be given to someone who has...

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To mortal minds, there is no way that what took place on that dark day when someone good in every way, was crucified by hands of clay could be thought good in any way. God’s works are good in every way was echoed each creation day. Man formed from clay on the sixth day was very good in every way yes, this is...

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Good Friday mourning pondering the sacrifice that was made for all...

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Who killed Christ the Lord? It was not me said Herod, I did not spill his blood. I tried to kill him once it’s true but he was a baby then and was not slew Who killed Christ the Lord? Nay, not I said Caiaphas, it was not one of us. Verily I say it was not by my hand but by...

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Oh Mary, blessed art thou among women. What did your eyes see? And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favor with God. And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, And bring forth a son, and shalt call his name JESUS. He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest: And the...

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The death of Jesus could not stop His resurrection The pain He experienced could not stop His Glory His purpose brought His passion and The love of the Father restored our souls It was Friday, but Sunday was coming The Blood of Jesus cleanses our sins and The Resurrection gave us the Holy Spirit It was the day when He laid down...

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He asked, in Gethsemane, if there's another way If sin can be recompensed without His blood to pay But silence answered as He prayed The world held its tongue, as if to say "There is no other way." The narrow road that stretched ahead Was paved by the ugly sting of death That drew His blood at every tread And thorns of sin,...

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opposite of you dying peace worth more pain and sacrifice unlearning how i was fighting the illusion of meaning devout, submission to the selfish leaves i have loved...

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bubbling happiness ...

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John Randolph Webb claimed he never went to Zagreb instead, he at home did stay and gave us Sgt Joseph Friday ...

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She was hired to be a Girl Friday I refuse to answer to that, she said Not during the hour-long interview But her first five minutes on the job Her demands and preferences were many She wanted top billing if she helped him edit his books She expected a substantial raise after two weeks She threatened to sue him twice in the...

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Feeling excited for my Rare weekend plans Including seeing an old friend and Doing something new yields Anticipation and Yearning...

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And so it goes, these seven days Waking up as my music plays, A new beginning, one of many A place to start, as good as any The second day is rarely bad … Enjoying whatever weather we'd had, While checking the mail for a letter Taking a breath and feeling better Quietly, in comes the third … With a silence that is...

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As the pale apricot sunrises casting glowing illuminations ...

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design square or round ...

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