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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?”

25,762 sermon illustrations through the Pentecostal lens

Poetry

The Dumb Soldier

When the grass was closely mown, Walking on the lawn alone, In the turf a hole I found And hid a soldier underground. Spring and daisies came apace; Grasses hid my hiding-place; Grasses run like a green sea O'er the lawn up to my knee.

Universal

Robert Louis Stevenson

177 words

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Poetry

One Struggle More, and I Am Free

One struggle more, and I am free From pangs that rend my heart in twain; One last long sigh to Love and thee, Then back...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

368 words

Poetry

419. Bonie Jean: A Ballad

THERE was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk or market to be seen; When a’ our fairest maids were met, The fairest maid was bonie Jean.

The Furl of Fresh-Leaved Dogrose Down

The furl of fresh-leaved dogrose down His cheeks the forth-and-flaunting sun Had swarthed about with lion-brown Before the Spring was done. His locks like all...

Universal

Gerard Manley Hopkins

Short95 words

Poetry

To R. B.

The fine delight that fathers thought; the strong Spur, live and lancing like the blowpipe flame, Breathes once and, quenched faster than it came, Leaves yet the mind a mother of immortal song.

Universal

Gerard Manley Hopkins

111 words

Poetry

The Ants

What wonder strikes the curious, while he views The black ant's city, by a rotten tree, Or woodland bank!

Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an...

It will be Summer -- eventually.

Ladies -- with parasols -- Sauntering Gentlemen -- with Canes -- And little Girls -- with Dolls -- Will tint the pallid landscape -- As 'twere a bright Bouquet -- Thro' drifted deep, in Parian -- The Village lies --...

Liberty

The fiery mountains answer each other; Their thunderings are echoed from zone to zone; The tempestuous oceans awake one another, And the ice-rocks are shaken round Winter's throne, When the clarion of the Typhoon is blown.

Lines to a Reviewer

Alas, good friend, what profit can you see In hating such a hateless thing as me?

Autumn: A Dirge

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.

Sonnet 31: Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposed dead; And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts, And all those friends which I thought buried.

438. Impromptu on Mrs. Riddell’s Birthday

OLD Winter, with his frosty beard, Thus once to Jove his prayer preferred: “What have I done of all the year, To bear this hated doom severe?

Easter

MOST glorious Lord of Lyfe!

To Jane: The Invitation

Best and brightest, come away! Fairer far than this fair Day, Which, like thee to those in sorrow, Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow To the rough Year just awake In its cradle on the brake.

The Garden of Love

I laid me down upon a bank, Where Love lay sleeping; I heard among the rushes dank Weeping, weeping.

Sonnet 27: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear respose for limbs with travel tir'd; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts--from far where I...

Sonnet 13: O! that you were your self; but, love you are

that you were your self; but, love you are No longer yours, than you your self here live: Against this coming end you should prepare, And your sweet semblance to some other give: So should that beauty which you hold...

The Reaper and the Flowers

There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. "Shall I have naught that is fair?" saith he; "Have naught but the bearded grain?

Universal

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

159 words

Poetry

Braggart

With careful step to keep his balance up He reels on warily along the street, Slabbering at mouth and with a staggering stoop Mutters an angry look at all he meets.

What is Life?

And what is Life?--An hour-glass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling, still repeated dream; Its length?--A minute's pause, a moment's thought; And happiness?-A bubble on the stream, That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought.

Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?

For Annie

Thank Heaven! the crisis-- The danger is past, And the lingering illness Is over at last-- And the fever called "Living" Is conquered at last.

Of That High World

If that high world, which lies beyond Our own, surviving Love endears; If there the cherished heart be fond, The eye the same, except in tears-- How welcome those untrodden spheres! How sweet this very hour to die! To soar...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

106 words