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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Setting Ideas on Fire
Ideas don’t spring from empty air. They need rich fuel collected there. From books and talks and lots of learning, With piles of wisdom that could be burning.
Power of Patient Persuasion
Persuasion prospers the patiently planned, Not pushed by pressure or painful command. Persistent purpose prepares the way, Producing progress from day to day.
Shuffle Up Some Fun
Back when the summers stretched long and wide, With neighborhood friends all gathered outside, We’d get a deck of cards with a delightful shout, And spend the afternoon playing fun games out.
Diddle Diddle Forecast
The forecast called for skies to fiddle, With sunshine bright and not a dribble. A cheerful high came dancing through, With happy tunes the catfish knew.
Just Acting My Age
When I was two, life seemed a breeze, I did just what I liked with ease. If I threw fits or made a scene, Dad simply said, “He’s only green.”
Speaking Their Language
The crowds today see tales on every screen, With dazzling scenes like what they’ve always seen. If we ignore the AI tools that shape their view, Our message might seem too old to be new.
Faith Under Fire
When trouble comes knocking, the Church doesn’t hide. It straightens its shoulders and stands up with pride. For faith that is tested grows sturdy and true. Like gold in the furnace, it’s melted anew.
The Three Twos
There are three little “twos” that will tickle your brain— They sound the same, but they aren’t spelled the same. They pop up in sentences old and new: The tricky trio is to, too, and two.
Yea and Amen
All the promises God ever made, every vow, From long, long ago until right here and now, In Christ are settled, sealed up, and shining— With truth everlasting and perfect designing.
The Wealth of Contentment
Some chase for gold from shore to shore, Yet always hunger still for even more. Their barns grow full, their houses wide, But emptiness is still living inside.
The Man of Lawlessness
A shadow rises dark and grim, With pride and blasphemy in him. He lifts himself with boastful breath Along the road that leads to death.
The Writer’s Race
The saints of old have run this road, Through stormy nights and heavy loads. With faithful hearts they chose to write, Reflecting God’s eternal love and light.