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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Truth Not for Sale
Some preach for money or to shine in the crowd. They use charismatic speech and shout very loud. But truth can’t be traded for fame or for gold— It’s life from the Spirit, which never grows old. We don’t sell the Gospel or twist what is true, We say and do what Jesus would want
Change of Mind
The world shouts, “Only do what is socially allowed.” But peace doesn’t come from the praise of the crowd. To live life to its fullest and to feel truly free, Let your mind change and think differently. Don’t chase after glitter or worldly applauses, For lasting joy isn’t found in flattery clauses.
Led by the Spirit
When the Spirit is leading, I wonder where I’m going, But I don’t have to worry, for God is all-knowing. Where the Spirit is present, there’s freedom and light, And guidance to show me what is loving and right. The Law came with rules about right and wrong, But Grace came to whisper, “Sing a
Breakthroughs
I once had a rut that I drove every day, The same old routine in the same tired way. I kept plodding forward, but my feet didn’t know How to break through with nowhere else to go. I asked for God’s help, but he seemed to suggest: “Just keep on believing. Don’t quit. Do your
Fully Alive
There once was a man with a satisfied grin, Who said, “I’m doing fine, okay with a little sin. I’m basically good. I’ve climbed high enough.” But his ladder was leaning on comfort and fluff. He planted no seeds, for the dry soil looked still, He said, “I’ll be okay. It’s just part of God’s
The Listener’s Lesson
I used to jump in with all my thoughts on parade, Before folks had finished the points that they made. I’d answer so quickly, so proud and so fast, That half of the meaning got lost in the blast. My mouth was a rocket while my ears were asleep. I’d talk past the Shepherd and
Letting Go
I thought I could do it. I thought I was tough, My plan was quite clever—until life got rough. I steered my own boat through the wind and the rain, But somehow my rowing just brought me more pain. Then deep in the thunder, I heard a faint sound, A whisper of mercy that turned
Guide for Best Writing
I once had a story that I just had to control. Words were my kingdom, each page my goal. I slaved and polished and revised till I cried, But somehow the magic kept dying inside. I chased every concept and rhyme I could find, But brilliance kept slipping away from my mind. The harder I
From Radiation to Revelation
Although one chapter closes, another begins, With new joys to harvest and fresh souls to win. The waiting room’s gone, but the mission remains— To share hope and healing that outlasts our pains. The puzzle’s unfinished, but that’s a good scene. We all place our pieces in God’s grand scheme. Each lif
God in the Quiet Zone
The world is loud with endless shouts and songs, With screens and schemes with rights and wrongs. So many voices are filling the air— But do we hear that God is there? We click and scroll and binge and play, And chase the noises that fade away. We listen close to the sounds we like,
The Unfinished Book Club
We meet once a week with manuscripts in hand, With visions of bestsellers so poorly planned. We sip on our coffee. We chatter and scheme, But writing? That part stays mostly a dream. “I’ve outlined my outline,” young Sarah declares, While Joe nods approvingly, pulling up chairs. “I’m naming my hero.
Are you Listening?
The world is loud with buzz and hum, A thousand voices are beating the drum. They shout and sing, “Come my way and see.” But none of them will set your spirit free. The ads will sparkle, flash, and gleam. They offer satisfaction, or so they seem. But truths won’t shout from flashing screens. They