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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Marvelous Mystery Magic
Oh, mysteries shimmer, and mysteries shine. They hide in the shadows between every line. A clue on the staircase, a note by the door— You turn just one page … you must read some more. A footprint that shouldn’t be there on the rug, Or a whisper that wiggles its way like a bug. A
The Great Graduation
In the classroom of life where the lessons are long, Some grades come by birthdays, but most by being strong. You don’t earn a new age by the work that you do— But to grow in the Lord takes a heart that is true. You can boast of a title or flash a degree, But
Clearing the Writerly Fog
When your thoughts start to jumble and twist in a knot, And you’re trying to write … but you’re really not— When the fog starts to settle and won’t go away, You need God to step in, with a bright, guiding ray. Confusion can linger and feel like it’s right, Like living forever in twenty-four-hour
Mystery of Tomorrow
Oh, boasting about tomorrow is a slippery, silly game, You can’t really know what twists may stake their claim. Today’s the only promise that you’re certain you can keep. Tomorrow may go strolling while you’re fast asleep. You might proudly holler, “Just you wait. You’ll see me shine.” But tomorrow
Pausing with Purpose
When your words feel tangled or lost in a haze, And your story gets stuck in a twisty-wrong maze, Just pause for a moment. Don’t panic or fear. Take a deep breath. Give your mind time to clear. A pause helps you notice what works and what fails. It keeps you from charging like trains
Treasure Hunt
The mind of the wise loves to learn and explore. While gathering up knowledge, it reaches for more. It listens for truth with its ears open wide, And hunts for wisdom wherever it might hide. A learner keeps learning. Oh yes, that’s the key. For wisdom grows bigger the more that we see. When question
The Curious Writer’s Quest
To write with skill that’s rich and deep, you first must want to learn, For truth won’t chase a lazy mind or land where none discern. It waits for hearts that lean in close and hunger for the why. Writers grow when questions spark like stars across the sky. In days gone by, you’d search
Greatest Glory Glow
Glory is a bright shining thing, rooted in all that is true, Not sparkles that fool the eyes or shadows dressed in blue. It’s honor, worth, and radiance that comes from God alone, A brilliance from the heart that says we are God’s own. Some glory can be faked, of course—like diamonds made of glass.
Like Little Children
To enter God’s Kingdom, so peaceful and bright, We don’t need fine clothing or muscle or might. Something much sweeter is needed instead— A childlike humility in our hearts and our heads. Grownups walk with their pride standing tall, But children stay humble, not haughty at all. They trust without f
Lost My Smarts
I woke up one morning and said, “Oh my cheese. Where’d all my smarts go? They escaped on the breeze.” I chased them in my slippers. I chased them in socks. They weren’t in my mailbox. They weren’t with the fox. I asked Mister Teapot, “Have you seen my brain?” He sputtered and whistled and
Covered Losses
When storms with thunder and dreams fall apart, When cracks break through the desires of your heart, When something you treasured slips through your hand, It’s hard to keep trusting what you don’t understand. For losses will happen, and those losses will be real. They’ll sting and linger and ache in
Frog in the Fog
When your thoughts dance and your brain’s in a fog, And ideas keep hopping around like a runaway frog, Just pause and say, “Lord, would you brighten my view?” He’ll whisper a thought that’s creative and new. Confusion sneaks in when you don’t know the way, And it sits in your mind like it’s planning