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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Working While Waiting
We’re not called to stare at the skies, While hours are wasted as dreams arise. To wait upon God isn’t letting work cease. It’s serving with faith and working in peace.
Serving Versus Selling
I’d rather wash the feet of those Who carry hidden, heavy loads. I’d rather serve with heart sincere Than chase sales through hype or fear.
WELCOME
A sign said WELCOME in letters so tall, But I scratched at my beard. Was that all? So much empty space, such a wide-open chance, For more words to invite someone to a dance.
Short Shorts
Oh the tales you can tell with a teeny-tiny trick, Just six little words: It’s quick, clever, and slick. A beginning, a middle, and the end all in view, Can you write a thoughtful story in words so few?
The Strangest Prayer
There once was a man with a sorrow so deep, Whose skin told a story nobody would keep. He shuffled where the healthy couldn’t stay, An outcast, unwanted, forever far away.
Writers Who Roar
Oh writers with pens and many pages to fill, Who wonder if stories are God’s perfect will, Take heart in this truth that is steady and sure— His love longs for all, and his mercy is pure.
Edge of Obedience
Clint stood on the edge with a wobble and sway, With a what-if, what-when, and a maybe-today. A whisper said, “Go,” soft and steady and slow, But the what-ifs grew loud, shouting, “No, no, no!”
Story: The Mind’s Greatest Teacher
I once met a thinker who was clever and bright, Who said, “Learning lasts only when it feels right. I can read. I can hear. I may nod and agree. But it won’t matter much until it happens to me.”
The Battle for Yes
I said, “I will follow. I’ll go where you send.” But my will had a wobble that bent at the end. For the spirit said yes, but the flesh was saying no, So I wrestled inside where the deep feelings flow.
Shaken and Stirred
A man’s mind once overflowed with noise, With worries and fears and never any joys. Thoughts haunted him throughout the night, So peace felt as distant as stars out of sight.
Divine Entanglement
Two particles spun in a mysterious embrace, Although far away, joined in a deep, hidden place. No matter the distance—no matter how far— What happens to one shapes how others are.
Tragedy Turned Over
In Christ every sorrow is shaped into song, Although the nights might feel heavy and long. For what looks like endings, like loss or defeat, Can bloom into triumph at Jesus’ own feet.