These are heretical poems about God, religion, the Bible and the Christian religion.
When I Was Small, I Grew
by Michael R. Burch
When I was small,
God held me in thrall:
Yes, He was my All
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I love my Jewish girlfriend
And the similarities of our beliefs...
While we are both spiritual by nature
We know Jesus didn’t wear briefs...
We sometimes disagree on principle
But the basics we believe to be true...
The Golden Rule is the best of all:
Treat others as you want them to treat you...
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What if Jesus had been from New Orleans...
Would we see y’all throughout the Bible...
What if the last supper had been a crawfish boil...
With Mardi Gras Indians dancing all tribal...
What if the New Orleans Saints were really from heaven...
Would they have never lost a game...
What if the referees’ calls were truthful...
Would the playoff outcome have been the same...
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These are prayer poems by Michael R. Burch, along with a few hymns. There are also poems on the subject of God and religion—Christianity in particular.
I Pray Tonight
by Michael R. Burch
I pray tonight
the starry light
might
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In Bethlehem's manger, a humble abode,
A savior was born, the son of our God.
No sleigh bells, no reindeer, just a star shining bright,
Guiding the wise men through the tranquil night.
A babe in a stable, no grandeur or gold,
Yet His story through ages, a timeless unfold.
Not Santa with his beard of snowy white,
But Jesus, born beneath the starry light.
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These are prayer poems by Michael R. Burch, along with a few hymns. There are also poems on the subject of God and religion—Christianity in particular.
I Pray Tonight
by Michael R. Burch
I pray tonight
the starry light
might
......
These are heretical poems about God, religion, the Bible and the Christian religion.
When I Was Small, I Grew
by Michael R. Burch
When I was small,
God held me in thrall:
Yes, He was my All
......
In Bethlehem's manger, a humble abode,
A savior was born, the son of our God.
No sleigh bells, no reindeer, just a star shining bright,
Guiding the wise men through the tranquil night.
A babe in a stable, no grandeur or gold,
Yet His story through ages, a timeless unfold.
Not Santa with his beard of snowy white,
But Jesus, born beneath the starry light.
......
God in human form
To redeem man from Satan
By His sacrifice.
You often ask me to be humble…
To comply as I endure so much pain…
I do so to please you, My Heavenly Father…
Unconditionally, without refrain…
As we are so often tempted…
By evilness with fiery horns…
Oh, Father, not my will, but thine be done…
As I sit here with my crown of thorns…
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