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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All Things Made Right
When all has been placed at the feet of the Son, And every last battle of pride has been won, Then all of creation, both near and far, Will shine as bright as the morning star. The trees will all clap for the crown of the King. The stars will bow down, and the oceans
The Quest for Certainty
I once was quite certain. I knew I was right. My logic was flawless, at least in my sight. I’d argue with others with passion and flair, But sometimes my wisdom was just hot air. To myself, I called it a “definite maybe” each time, A phrase that could wobble but somehow be fine. For
Sam, I Am
In a town full of Tallers and Shorters and Such, Where the Tallers made more and Shorters made much, There lived young Sam, so marvelous in many ways— But Sam lost his hoorays in the scoreboard haze. He measured his shoes by his neighbor’s new pair. He weighed his worth by people’s likes and stares.
The Help We Need to Write Our Best
When you’re young, you need help to stand and speak. You wobble, you fall, and your balance feels weak. With confidence, you grow and think, “Look at me go,” Until one day you stumble over what you don’t know. We all like to think, “I can do this alone. I’ll write every chapter and make
Giving Help to Get Help
A strange thing happens when you help someone. The giver turns out to be the most-blessed one. For answers you give come circling through, And teach you the lessons that strengthen you too. If you share what you know, encourage, uplift, You will soon discover your heavenly gift. The more that you po
Before It’s Too Late
We wait till we’re sinking before we think to cry out. “Lord, toss me a life vest,” we say with some doubt. But wisdom would whisper before we’re drowning, “Prepare and stay close. Don’t drift from his calling.” A drowning man wishes he’d learned how to swim, Before the deep waters have come up to
In God We Trust
We Google, we text, we ask a best friend, And pray to the Lord when we reach the end. But prayer should come first, not last on our list— For he sees all the things our logic has missed. He may not fix a flat, restoring tires to their round shape, But he’ll help us
Need for Help
When we’re little, we ask for a hand, To tie up our shoes or help us stand. But as we grow tall, we start to declare, “I can do it myself,” with pride in the air. We march ahead with a confident cheer, Forgetting the truth that’s perfectly clear: No matter how strong or clever
Dust Free
We walk on the earth made of dust and clay. Our bodies grow weak and tired by the day. But dust is not doom, the end of getting old— For one day we’ll rise and shine like gold. This shell that we live in is fragile and small, It can bend and break. It can
Start and Restart
Some say the critic is the villainous foe, Who laughs when your story moves too slow. But truth be told, and here’s where it starts, The fiercest of battles is fought in our hearts. We grumble at doors that refuse to swing wide, At publishers, platforms, and readers who hide. But maybe the feeling y
Precocious Words
It started one day when I felt quite atrocious, My writing was messy, my grammar ferocious. I needed a spark that was bold and ambitious, A word so grand, something bright, and delicious. I thought and I thought. My words were explosious, When out popped a word that was highly composious. It jingled
Gifts to Be Used
God gives his gifts in various ways, To light our nights and brighten our days. No gifts are alike, yet they’re much the same. Each one is given to glorify his name. Some teach the truth with words so clear, While others will simply turn an ear. Some lead with wisdom, calm and kind, While