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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One True Direction
When life feels like circles that spin you around, And joy takes a nap while confusion is found, Don’t chase every feeling that comes and goes— But turn to the Lord, to where your heart grows. Some days you feel brave. Some days you feel small. Some days you might feel nothing—no feeling at all.
Heartfelt Whispers
I feel something stirring deep down inside, A warmth that I sense, but I can’t quite decide. Is it a thought? A dream? A breeze on my face? Or maybe it could be God’s loving embrace. The mountains whisper, “He made us, you know.” The rivers and raindrops all shimmer and show. Creation is like
Training for Reigning
There’s a runner inside you, a jumper, a sprinter, Training you in the spring, fall, summer and winter— Not running for ribbons or medals or fame, But growing in goodness is really the game. Your muscles will tingle. Your feelings might squeak. You’ll wobble and topple. You might fall this week. But
Silence Speaks
If you want to write stories that sparkle and shine, Don’t rush every moment—make silence your sign. For silence grows sentences, steady and true, It teaches your heart what the words ought to do. The chatter will scatter your thoughts far away, But silence will center the things you must say. So li
Ministry Mix-Up
We spread the Good News as God has designed, As messengers chosen with purpose aligned. Some travel the country. Some teach in one place, All strengthening Christ’s family by love and grace. A prophet may preach and an evangelist teach. A teacher may prophesy with lessons that preach. The roles may
Peculiar People
We’re quirky. We’re different, odd as can be, Not copies or clones but uniquely set free. No two of us are the same, like leaves on a tree, God made us peculiar. Just wait! You’ll see. Some hop when they walk. Others whistle all day. People may laugh in a quirky and wobbly way. We
The Hardest Thing to Give
Forgiveness is a burden rather strong, Not something that makes a happy song. It asks for us to drop our sword, And trust the justice of the Lord. It feels unfair to just let and offense go, When pain runs deep and wounds still show. But holding tight to wrongs we’ve known Will rot the
Count Your Blessings
We look at our problems and wring our hands, Forgetting the One who holds all the lands. If he split the Red Sea with a wave of command, Why doubt his provision, so mighty, so grand? We pray for our food with a hurried “Amen,” Then rush into life to be worried again. But every
Getting to Give
We think we’ll be happy when we get more, With abundant possessions and more in store. But Jesus said, “No, that’s not the way. The blessing comes when you give away.” A widow dropped coins—just one, then two, So tiny they hardly made a clink as they flew. The rich gave from plenty, with wealth
Truth About Learning
There once was a boy with no love for a book. He’d glance at a page but never really look. He’d wiggle and giggle and shuffle his feet, But interested in learning? No, that wasn’t neat. “Why bother with numbers? Why wrestle with words? Why listen to boring teachers or study about birds?” He shrugged
Searching Everywhere
I searched in the cupboard. I looked on the chair, I checked the pantry, but no, it wasn’t there. I wanted that something I couldn’t yet name, A longing inside me that always remained. I looked to the left, and I looked to the right. I peered into the darkness and squinted in the light.
Battle of Thoughts
A thought comes as quickly as a blink of the eye. It flutters and whispers, “Oh, please give me a try.” But not every thought should be given a seat. Some lead to trouble. Others lead to defeat. Our eyes and our ears are the doors to our mind. What we let in shapes our