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Home›Traditions›Charismatic

Charismatic Illustrations

The present-day operation of all spiritual gifts and the experiential dimension of the Holy Spirit.

Key question: “How is the Holy Spirit actively manifesting His power and gifts in the church today?”

23,549 sermon illustrations through the Charismatic lens

Poetry

Sonnet 115: Those lines that I before have writ do lie

Those lines that I before have writ do lie, Even those that said I could not love you dearer: Yet then my judgment knew no reason why My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer.

Universal

William Shakespeare

106 words

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Poetry

Ballad. to the Tune of "Salley in Our Alley."

OF all the twice ten thousand bards That ever penned a canto, Whom Pudding or whom Praise rewards For lining a portmanteau; Of all the poets ever known, From Grub-street to Fop's Alley, The Muse may boast--the World must own There's none like pretty Gally!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

332 words

Poetry

A Wall

O the old wall here! How I could pass Life in a long midsummer day, My feet confined to a plot of grass, My eyes from a wall not once away!

Sonnet. to a Balloon Laden With Knowledge

Bright ball of flame that through the gloom of even Silently takest thine aethereal way, And with surpassing glory dimm'st each ray Twinkling amid the dark blue depths of Heaven,-- Unlike the fire thou bearest, soon shalt thou Fade like...

Answer to the Foregoing, Addressed to Miss----

Dear simple girl, those flattering arts, (From which thou'dst guard frail female hearts, Exist but in imagination, Mere phantoms of thine own creation; For he who views that witching grace, That perfect form, that lovely face, With eyes admiring, oh!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

Short83 words

Poetry

A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June; O my Luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune.

An Enigma

"Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce, "Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet. Through all the flimsy things we see at once As easily as through a Naples bonnet-- Trash of all trash!--how _can_ a lady don it?

Madam Life's a Piece in Bloom

Madam Life's a piece in bloom Death goes dogging everywhere: She's the tenant of the room, He's the ruffian on the stair. You shall see...

Universal

William Ernest Henley

Short82 words

Poetry

A Part of an Ode

to the Immortal Memory and Friendship of that noble pair, Sir Lucius Cary and Sir H.

Sonnet 34 - With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee

With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee As those, when thou shalt call me by my name— Lo, the vain promise! is the same, the same, Perplexed and ruffled by life's strategy?

Universal

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

108 words

Poetry

Now is Past

Now_ is past--the happynow When we together roved Beneath the wildwood's oak-tree bough And Nature said we loved. Winter's blast Thenow_ since then has crept between, And left us both apart. Winters that withered all the green Have froze the beating heart.

394. Song—Braw Lads o’ Gala Water

BRAW, braw lads on Yarrow-braes, They rove amang the blooming heather; But Yarrow braes, nor Ettrick shaws Can match the lads o’ Galla Water.

Prometheus

to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise; What was thy pity's recompense?

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

318 words

Poetry

If I could bribe them by a Rose

If I could bribe them by a Rose I'd bring them every flower that grows From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night,...

Birds in Alarm

The firetail tells the boys when nests are nigh And tweets and flies from every passer-bye. The yellowhammer never makes a noise But flies in silence from the noisy boys; The boys will come and take them every day, And...

H. Baptism

As he that sees a dark and shady grove, Stays not, but looks beyond it on the sky; So when I view my sins, mine eyes remove More backward still, and to that water fly, Which is above the heav'ns,...

I Am

I AM: yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes,...

Sonnet 37: As a decrepit father takes delight

As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth; For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,...

Sonnet 75

One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Agayne I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tyde, and made my paynes his pray. "Vayne man," sayd she, "that doest in vaine assay.

Picture-Books in Winter

Summer fading, winter comes-- Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs, Window robins, winter rooks, And the picture story-books. Water now is turned to stone Nurse and I can walk upon; Still we find the flowing brooks In the picture story-books.

Universal

Robert Louis Stevenson

Short80 words

Poetry

When I heard at the Close of the Day.

WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv’d with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a...

Fill the Goblet Again. a Song

for I never before Felt the glow which now gladdens my heart to its core; Let us drink!--who would not?--since, through life's varied round, In the goblet alone no deception is found.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

261 words

Poetry

To Thomas Moore

OH you, who in all names can tickle the town, Anacreon, Tom Little, Tom Moore, or Tom Brown,-- For hang me if I know of which you may most brag, Your Quarto two-pounds, or your Two-penny Post Bag; But now...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

130 words

Poetry

Summer Evening (excerpt)

The sinking sun is taking leave, And sweetly gilds the edge of Eve, While huddling clouds of purple dye Gloomy hang the western sky. Crows crowd croaking over head, Hastening to the woods to bed. Cooing sits the lonely dove, Calling home her absent love.

Universal

John Clare

Short94 words