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Home›Traditions›Pentecostal

Pentecostal Illustrations

The immediate, experiential work of the Holy Spirit and the expectation of spiritual gifts.

Key question: “How does this text reveal the present-day work and power of the Holy Spirit?”

24,080 sermon illustrations through the Pentecostal lens

Poetry

Fragment of an Epistle to Thomas Moore

"WHAT say _I_?"--not a syllable further in prose; I'm your man "of all measures," dear Tom,--so here goes! Here goes, for a swim on the stream of old Time, On those buoyant supporters, the bladders of rhyme.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

215 words

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Poetry

Holy Sonnet XVII: Since She Whom I Loved

Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead, And her soul early into heaven ravished, Wholly on heavenly things my mind is set.

Universal

John Donne

109 words

Poetry

One Sister have I in our house

One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There's only one recorded, But both belong to me. One came the road...

First Love

I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete.

Love

Love, though it is not chill and cold, But burning like eternal fire, Is yet not of approaches bold, Which gay dramatic tastes admire. Oh...

The Wandering Jew's Soliloquy

Is it the Eternal Triune, is it He Who dares arrest the wheels of destiny And plunge me in the lowest Hell of Hells? Will not the lightning's blast destroy my frame? Will not steel drink the blood-life where it swells?

I Would I Were a Careless Child

I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my Highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, Or bounding o'er the dark blue...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

370 words

Poetry

To Caroline

You say you love, and yet your eye No symptom of that love conveys, You say you love, yet know not why, Your cheek no sign of love betrays.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

322 words

Poetry

Elegy IX: The Autumnal

No spring nor summer Beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnall face. Young beauties force our love, and that's a rape, This doth but counsel, yet you cannot 'scape. If 'twere a shame to love, here...

Sonnet 53: What is your substance, whereof are you made

What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one, hath every one, one shade, And you but one, can every shadow lend.

Epilogue

THERE'S something in a stupid ass, And something in a heavy dunce; But never since I went to school I heard or saw so damned a fool As William Wordsworth is for once.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

124 words

Poetry

Spirits Of The Dead

Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy.

Daylight and Moonlight

In broad daylight, and at noon, Yesterday I saw the moon Sailing high, but faint and white, As a schoolboy's paper kite. In broad daylight, yesterday, I read a poet's mystic lay; And it seemed to me at most As a phantom, or a ghost.

Universal

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Short90 words

Poetry

To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses

As late I rambled in the happy fields, What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dew From his lush clover covert;—when anew Adventurous knights take up their dinted shields; I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields, A fresh-blown musk-rose;...

An Epitaph On A Child Of Queen Elizabeth's Chapel

Weep with me, all you that read This little story; And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature, As heaven and nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature.

Sonnet 38 - First time he kissed me, he but only kissed

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And ever since, it grew more clean and white, Slow to world-greetings, quick with its 'Oh, list,' When the angels speak.

Universal

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

104 words

Poetry

Lines to Mr. Hodgson. Written on Board the Lisbon Packet

Hodgson, we are going, Our embargo's off at last; Favourable breezes blowing Bend the canvas o'er the mast. From aloft the signal's streaming, Hark! the farewell gun is fired; Women screeching, tars blaspheming, Tell us that our time's expired.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

472 words

Poetry

To a Vain Lady

Ah, heedless girl! why thus disclose What ne'er was meant for other ears; Why thus destroy thine own repose, And dig the source of future tears?

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

192 words

Poetry

When We Two Parted

When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

387 words

Poetry

Happy Is England! I Could Be Content

Happy is England! I could be content To see no other verdure than its own; To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its...

A Musical Instrument

What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat, And breaking the golden lilies afloat With the dragon-fly on the river.

Universal

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

269 words

Poetry

Fragments Written for Hellas

Fairest of the Destinies, Disarray thy dazzling eyes: Keener far thy lightnings are Than the winged thou bearest, And the smile thou wearest Wraps thee as a star Is wrapped in light.

Were My Bosom As False As Thou Deem'st It to Be

Were my bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be, I need not have wandered from far Galilee; It was but abjuring my creed...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

108 words

Poetry

The Yellowhammer

When shall I see the white-thorn leaves agen, And yellowhammers gathering the dry bents By the dyke side, on stilly moor or fen, Feathered with love and nature's good intents? Rude is the tent this architect invents, Rural the place,...

Universal

John Clare

107 words