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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Choice of a Lifetime
We live for a time. Then we all have to die— A doorway beyond, to the earth or the sky. For after our breath, comes a moment so great, A judgment from God and the sealing of fate. Jesus once said, “Take your cross. Follow me, For life isn’t in causing your own way to
Broken Seal, Clinking Coins
Mary came softly with her jar held tight— Spikenard perfume, so rare and so right. Wages for a year was the value inside. She broke it open, her love undenied. The fragrance rose and filled the room, Rich with devotion, a thick perfume. Three hundred denarii’s worth was poured Because Jesus was so g
Birth Announcement
Now Caesar Augustus, the big Roman boss, Said, “All must register, no matter the loss.” A census was coming, a count far and wide, So people packed bags and went for a ride. It happened while Quirinius governed the land, And Joseph got moving, as Rome did demand. He came from King David, that great
More than Wrapping Paper
Some shout, “It’s party time. Lights up. More cheer.” They dislike nativity scenes that bring Jesus near. “Don’t box us with babies or truths from above— We’ll jingle our freedom and call that love.” Some merely enjoy carols, knowing songs by name, But their faith is a form with not much of a flame.
From Dust to Dazzle
I opened a drawer, and what did I see? A dusty old story, forgotten by me. Its pages were wrinkled, its sentences weak, But under the dust was the message seek. It had a poor ending. It sagged in the middle. The plot was jumbled like a silly riddle. But stories aren’t dead if they
Die to Live
I once had a wish to be big, bold, and strong, But my own strength kept me weak all along. For life is not gained by the things that I do. It comes when I’m dying to what I call “you.” The seed in the ground must be buried away. It sleeps in the dark,
Puzzle Pieces
When words won’t come easily and you despair, You reach for a sentence, but nothing is there. You scribble and doodle. You scratch and you sigh. The frustration builds, and you just want to cry. A story’s a puzzle where the pieces will hide. They scatter and scuttle and slip to the side. But patient
Story Blossom
Are your stories hiding? They’re nowhere in sight. You stare at the monitor, but nothing looks right. Try scribbling a little. Just a doodle—one line. That one tiny spark might grow and really shine. When editors say, “Your proposal isn’t for us,” Don’t abandon your keyboard or kick up a fuss. Rejec
Banquet of Blessing
When hungry, young lions may growl as they roam. They frighten their prey, with no feast of their own. But those who seek God will have plenty of bread, For everyone who loves him will be richly fed. The cubs may grow skinny. Their bellies may growl. They wander the night with a pitiful howl.
The Costly Call of Jesus
People say they’re saved with a nod and a cheer, But words are just words if no change appears. The proof of our faith is the life that we live, Not just what we say but the love that we give. Some think salvation is easy, a ticket, a ride, A splash in the water,
Sufficient Grace
I sit with my thoughts. They go this way and that. They bounce in my head like a ball with a bat. But God always listens. He knows what I say. He hears all my whispers by night and by day. The aches in my feet and the pains in my side, They come uninvited,
Designed Strength
When trials and troubles come tumbling our way, We hope for the sunshine but darkness wants to stay. The tests seem so difficult, the questions unclear, Yet God whispers softly, “My presence is here.” We grumble, we mumble, we fuss and complain, But that only deepens our worry and strain. When we dr