Biblical poetry
Poems
Short scripture-shaped verse — a poem for the day, written to help you see God's word in ordinary moments.
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Behold the Good
We writers judge our work by what we see, But God sees what our written words can be. A page that seems to us to fall behind May fit a greater purpose he designed.
Truly Good
What looks like good may lead astray, While hardship shapes a better way. We see one moment, dimly understood, But God sees his work and calls it good.
The Finest Words
I perch above and watch each day As writers choose their winding way. I whistle, chatter, and sqawk, but this I’ve found: Some of the biggest struggles make no sound.
Too Many Tabs in My Noggin
My brain is a buzzle, a whizzle, and a zoo, With seventeen thoughts demanding, “Me too.” One shouts, “Find your glasses.” One hollers, “Call Lou.” And one says, “Now what were you trying to do?”
Something New Under the Sun
Old Solomon sighed. “There’s nothing that’s new,” But maybe that morning he’d misplaced his view. For God takes the ordinary, dusty, and plain, Then fashions a pathway to wonder again.
Trust Taking Root
It’s easy to trust God when the pathway is clear, When answers arrive and blessings seem near. Faith proves its strength when the sunlight grows dim. And nothing seems certain except trusting him.
Faith Rises, Fear Falls
Faith and fear are like oil and water. Fear won’t mix with loving our Father. When faith rises strong and clear, Love pushes out the voice of fear.
Worth the Cost
The world may promise wealth and fame, A brighter place and a greater name. But earthly treasures fade from view, While God’s rewards are forever true.
Write On
I sometimes wonder what writers will do When earthly assignments are through. Will notebooks be closed and all stories be done, When Heaven is reached and eternity’s begun?
Writing for Royalty
Although earthly eyes cannot behold The face of Christ, our faith grows bold. We sit at our computers and gladly start, To write the words he speaks to our heart.
Held in Good Hands
We ask the Lord to take our pain, To make us whole and strong again. Yet he may see another part, A hidden wound within the heart.
Small Bites Before Great Flights
When I am watching from my tree, Many wonders can unfold quietly. A tiny egg rests beneath a leaf, Small, yet holding glory past belief.