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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Need to Read
We read to fulfill a deep, hidden need, A hunger for gratifying stories that feed. At one time, it was pleasure, the joy of the page, But movies and screens have stolen that stage. Now I can watch on a phone in my hand, A movie, a sitcom, a show on demand. The book once
A Little More Today
Success doesn’t pop in a blink or a snap. It grows when we choose the Lord’s roadmap. A prayer of faith here, trusting obedience there, We climb a staircase of joy high into the air. A runner runs faster with a mile after a mile, Each step bringing strength, each effort worthwhile. So faith grows
Will for a Thrill
The thrill that we seek isn’t found in a toy. It’s doing God’s will that brings lasting joy— Not chasing our wishes or wanting our way, But walking with him every moment of the day. “My food,” Jesus said, “is to do what God asks.” Finishing the work called brought ongoing tasks. Obedience fed him
The Want-It Monster
Coveting whispers, “Oh look. Can’t you see? If you had what they have, how happy you’d be.” It tickles your ears with a voice sly and sweet, But leaves you still hungry for more to eat. Ads show their houses, their cars, and their stuff, You look at your lives thinking, “I don’t have enough.”
Treasures Forever
You can stack your pennies, nickels, and gold, But hoarding treasures on Earth will tarnish and mold. They may sparkle for a while, then vanish away, For they will never last past the end of your days. But treasures in Heaven are steady and true. They shine even brighter. They sparkle for you. They’
Practice the Walk and Talk
Does practice make perfect? No, that isn’t quite right, Bad practice grows crooked, not steady and tight. But practice with purpose, with heart and with will, Can sharpen our spirit and strengthen our skill. To practice God’s presence, we start where we are, Not waiting for feelings or visions from
Polished Treasure
I scribbled a line, but it came out all wrong, It clattered and scattered and didn’t belong. I sighed. “This draft is bad. It’s just trash,” But God whispered, “Don’t burn it to ash.” A draft that looks awful may still be gold— A story worth telling, a truth to be told. For writing, like
About God’s Business
At one time, I wondered and whispered with a sigh, “Oh, why can’t things change? Oh, why, why, why?” I longed to bring difference, to leave my own mark, To shine in the daylight and glow in the dark. When my unanswered questions started to fade, My focus shifted, and new habits were made. No
Monolog, Dialogue, and Decalogue
The preacher stood to give his monolog, While the people replied in their dialogue. He spoke of the journey, a travelog, And read commandments from the Decalogue. Each story begins with a firm prolog, And life writes its close with an epilog. All our days are all listed—a catalog, Of mercy and grace
The Writer’s Feelings
A writer can laugh, and a writer can cry. The feelings inside are the ink we supply. If we try to hide them or stuff them away, Our stories fall flat and have nothing to say. The world may be raging with fury and fire, But writers bring truth that can lift and inspire. We
Trail of Transformation
One choice at a time. That is how we must go— A step on the mountain, both steady and slow. For God gives strength when we say, “Yes, please.” He opens the pathway through forests and trees. It isn’t one moment, one switch that we flip. It’s climbing a trail on a long upward trip.
The Night Peter Wept
Poor Peter cried bitterly when he knew he was wrong. He’d boasted of courage, but fear proved too strong. Yet out of those tears something new came to be, A deep passion of regret that set his heart free. Repentance is more than “I’m sorry” and a frown. It buries selfish desires where they can’t