Poetry about faith

Generally speaking, faith is a very grand theme, but the classification is also very simple. Basically, it is a belief in Jesus Christ, a revolutionary ideal, and an inner belief, respectively explaining:

1, believe in Jesus Christ:

Jesus Christ, God's beloved son, was crucified for the sins of the world and rose from the dead, so that all those who believed in him would not be condemned but have eternal life, and enjoy God's peace and joy from then on, no longer afraid of the devil and be completely free. How blessed!

Dear friend, God is willing to give you such wonderful and great salvation. As long as you pray sincerely and believe that Jesus is your personal savior, you will get it. Please pray as follows:

Lord Jesus, I admit that I am a sinner. Please forgive the crimes I have committed in my life. I believe in accepting you as my savior. Come into my heart and give me the Holy Spirit of your life. I will believe you all my life. Thank you for saving me. Pray for the name of the Lord. Amen.

2, believe in personal inner thoughts of poetry:

Xinyang

You come from far away.

Covered with dust.

Thorns sting your feet.

The cold wind stung your face.

You are tired and confused.

Vilen is around.

It's empty

Want to shout

Shout oneself hoarse

But there was no reply at all.

Look at the burning bonfire

As if you were a flame.

Instantly sends out a dazzling light.

Dance of passion and beauty

Short and eternal * * * mutually assured destruction.

Maybe you are just Li Bai singing under the moon.

Loneliness and sadness

Maybe you are the heroic emperor Jin Ge Tiema.

Bold frontier

Looking back, the world is gray.

Right and wrong, whoever laughs is frivolous.

What is sadness or happiness? Just leave a place for love.

Are hidden by time.

Look at the maple leaves in autumn. They dye themselves red.

Beautiful hills

You exist, the long river of life.

I'm glad you came.

This is your firm belief.

Let's go, pack your bags.

Stand up straight

The light in the distance warmed my heart.

Plum blossoms in that bosom are fragrant.

Be with me

Lu Yi Piaoxiang

3. Poetry believing in revolutionary ideals:

Xia Deyi's righteous poems

It doesn't matter if you behead,

As long as the doctrine is true.

Kill Xia,

And later people!