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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Beyond Comparison
Write words with a sparkle. Write words with a smile. They might go a short way or they might travel a mile. If the Lord is delighted with all that you do, Why measure your work by any other view? Don’t worry over bestseller or covet their flair. Never fuss over ratings or who’s standing
Strength for the Story
You sit with your notebook, your screen shining bright. The words won’t come, but you’re trying, all right. Is weakness a foe? Or a friend in disguise? With weakness, maybe the Lord will open your eyes. Some weakness is helpful, making you go slow, To lean on the Lord for all that you know. When
Eternal Security
When you go walking or sit down to rest, You want the Lord with you. His care is the best. He shields you from evil. He guards every mile. He watches your goings and even your smile. When shadows grow heavy and nights feel too long, His presence will lift you. He’ll give you a
Truth Consumed
I might think I know truth. Oh, I can claim it’s so. Worn like a badge, I look good for the show. But truth isn’t found in a badge or a claim. It lives in God’s Spirit, not fortune or fame. If I cling to my “truth” like it’s shiny and bright, I might miss
Song of Victory
Life is a puzzle with unexpected twists and turns. Some days bring laughter, but others bring burns. We wrestle and wrangle. We stumble and fall. Yet God gives us strength when we give him our all. We might think money will make our struggles cease, But wealth adds more confusion instead of peace. W
Moments for Creativity
In the quiet stillness where daydreams play, Ideas can come tiptoeing, dancing your way. Don’t rush through the silence, plugging the gap, For stories are often waiting inside of that nap. The wastelands look empty, just dirt and some weeds, But oh, they are fertile for planting new seeds. A thought
Thankful, Oh So Thankful
I’m thankful for family and friends held so dear, For a long, blessed life and another good year. For sons who love Jesus and walk in his way— That alone makes me grateful, a thousand times a day. For thirty-seven years married—imagine that feat. For advice when I needed it, steady and sweet. For to
Signs
We watch for the rain when the dark clouds appear, But miss God whispering, “My presence is near.” We check out the weather, the storm and the skies, Yet skip over truths that are right before our eyes. Some people love comfort. They don’t want to change. They cling to their patterns, though heavy a
Trash or Treasure
Some things look shiny, all sparkling and bright, But they don’t help us grow or keep us in light. They sit on the shelf, or they clutter the floor— Leaving us distracted from what matters more. Paul looked at his trophies, his learning, his fame. “It’s all garbage,” he said, “compared to his name.”
Pulling Up Truth
The truth is a well that is so very deep. It hides in the dark where secrets sleep. But a writer will get a bucket with a rope, And bring up a story that shines with hope. It won’t jump right out or come asking for tea, You’ll keep looking and asking, “What could this
Finishing Touch
The Lord has a plan—yes, a plan just for me. It’s bigger than mountains, wider than the sea. He started the work, and he will see it through, For his lovingkindness keeps making me new. He’ll shape every moment and guide every turn. There’s nothing too tricky for him to discern. He’ll polish my stor
Seeing
A writer once sat with a pen in her hand, She dreamed up a world and a wonderful land. She scribbled and scrawled with a curious eye, And noticed the who, the what, and the why. She spotted the smile that was hiding a tear, And caught the whisper that nobody could hear. She saw