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 Tug of Enticement
Something called “wanting” lives in us all— A whisper, a hunger, a beckoning call. It tugs on your heart, and it plays with your mind, Starting with a thought that’s not always kind. Eve in the Garden of Eden gave it a try, When something delightful caught her eye. Was it the fruit? Or the
From Frazzled to Free
I once had a load I thought I could bear, So I hoisted it high with a confident flair. But soon I was groaning and gasping for air. I’d assumed burdens that shouldn’t be there. Frustration, you see, is a sneaky old guest. It steals all your peace and won’t let you rest. It grows
Road Signs
I passed a sign, but I gave it no glance. I knew where I was going. This was my chance, But the turn that I missed made me circle again. Then I said, “I need those signs that say where and when.” We often don’t see what’s right under our nose, Like a bridge-is-out sign
Book of Life
They’ll walk right beside me, so shiny and bright, All clothed in clean robes, so pure and so white. They followed my voice through the trials they knew, And now they will walk where all is made new. Their names are written, secure in my book. Not one will be lost, not one overlooked. No
Day Planner
You can plan all you like—stack your list to the sky, Charting all your dreams and giving each one a try. But plans on their own, no matter how grand, Won’t work like you hoped without God’s guiding hand. You may think, “I’ll go left,” or perhaps, “I’ll go right.” “I’ll climb every ladder. I’ll
Power Inside
God’s power is working. It’s right there in you. It shapes what you think, and it guides what you do. He’s crafting your story, both quiet and loud, To shine like a star through the darkest cloud. You’re made for a purpose, not random or slight. You sparkle and shimmer, a beam in the night.
Write Steps
I wanted to write, but the pathway looked steep, So I sighed and I shuffled and started to weep. “How do I know if the next step will be right?” Then God softly whispered, “Just walk in my light.” I stared at the blank page, so quiet, so wide, With voices of doubt all yelling
The Next Right Step
Don’t look at the mountain, the top or the steep. Don’t panic or pause or forget how to leap. Take the next step. Don’t worry over two or three. Just walk where God points, and let yourself be. We worry, we wander, we twist and we spin, We fear what might happen if we don’t
Never Give Up
There once was a judge who just didn’t care. He scoffed at the people, saying, “Life isn’t fair.” But a widow kept coming, both early and late, She knocked and she knocked at his iron gate. She asked for some justice. He said, “Go away.” But she knocked once again, the very next day. She
Today
You don’t have tomorrow. It’s not quite your own. And yesterday’s worries? They’ve already flown. The page that you have is the one here and now— So pick up your pen and make a new vow. Don’t wait for perfection to knock at your door, Or days to be more tidy, with troubles no more.
Light in Your Heart
I wanted more zip, I wanted more go, But my tank felt empty and moving was slow. So I looked up above with a heart full of fear, And said, “Lord, I need help. Please draw near.” I fretted and stewed, and I worried a lot, But fretting and stewing? They help me not. What
My Faithful Friend
I sat at my desk with my thoughts in a spin, My pencil was tapping, but where to begin? So many ideas had danced in my head, But none of them whispered the words that I said. I posted and planned and I typed with great flair, But something felt missing—like God wasn’t there. Not