Many are called, but few are chosen
Yahweh is long-suffering and merciful
Wisdom is the gift of My Spirit
Open your heart to Me
Rich people find it hard to enter the Kingdom
Do unto others as you'd have them do to you
Sadducees do not believe in the Resurrection
Without Me, you can do nothing
I am with you always
Last shall be first
Lilies of the field are clothed in glorious raiment
Noah and I have made a covenant
Others will inherit the Kingdom
Thomas, look at My Wounds and believe
Peter, you are the Rock
A blind man begged for sight
Samaritans do not pass by
Seek and you shall find
Apostles today are few
Wise men knelt at the manger
All I have said, the Spirit will tell you
You will have much to suffer
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| Writing Prompt |
Write an Acrostic Poem, with or without rhymes, on or about God in 22 or more lines. |
Author Notes
Some of this poem is made up of Biblical scriptures. Thanks to GaliaG for artwork.
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