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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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.
The Grand Gift from the Pen
A book is a gift you can buy in a store, You wrap it up and take it next door. But giving a book is a much different delight When you’re the author looking so bright.
The Eight Greats of 1888
In the great year 1888, on a day of feasting, a super date, Came eight great-great-great greats in a hungry state. They gathered at eight o’clock near the city’s iron gate, To dine on fine plates stacked in eight figure eights.
Heartbeat of Story
Your voice is the flavor, the fizz, and the flare, The tilt of the eyebrow you slip in, mid-air, The snap or the sigh in the words that you send— Yes, it’s you on the page, my narrative friend.
Show or Tell
Oh writers who whisper and writers who yell, Who scribble with “show it” and mutter “just tell”— There’s a rule that gets tossed like a bright rubber ball: “Show, don’t you dare tell” is the loudest cry of all.
The Untold Story
There once was a writer who knew what was true, A story so honest that it burned right on through. It kept gripping his heart and speaking to his mind, But he left it unwritten, and so it remained blind.
Hugs that Reach the Heart
There once was a boy getting constant loving care, From parents, aunts, and uncles who often were there. Grandma would hug him, and the family would cheer— Yet something inside whispered, “No one is near.”
Feverish Prayer
A fever came knocking and said with a grin, There’s likely a germ that is stirring within. An infection, perhaps. What would a doctor say? An antibiotic will chase the fever away.
Today or Tomorrow
Jack stared at his screen with a sigh and a groan, “Tell me… Where has all the wasted time flown? If only I’d started earlier. If only I’d tried.” Regret sat there beside him, all heavy inside.