Biblical poetry · January 27, 2026
Peculiar People
You are a chosen people of the royal order, a pure and holy multitude in a unique position to exalt the one who has brought you out of darkness into his marvelous light.
We’re quirky. We’re different, odd as can be,
Not copies or clones but uniquely set free.
No two of us are the same, like leaves on a tree,
God made us peculiar. Just wait! You’ll see.
Some hop when they walk. Others whistle all day.
People may laugh in a quirky and wobbly way.
We may doodle on paper or sing in the rain,
But all of our strangeness has a heavenly gain.
God wisely gave us different ways to shine.
Like puzzle-piece, we’re unique by design.
So wave your peculiar. Don’t hide it away,
It’s meant to bring joy in a colorful way.
Some say, “Normal is best, you should know.”
But being alike is boring. So onward we’ll go—
A people peculiar, with laughter and cheer,
Created by God with differences so clear.