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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Said Without Words
There once was a Christian who sat in the pew, He listened and prayed but mostly withdrew. Leaning back, he thought, I’m quiet, that’s true. I have no comment. That’s nothing new. He lingered in silence, where his questions would stay, And watched from a distance, unsure what to say. He thought, Let
Bridges from Heaven
A writer once asked, “What should I say? Will my words help the lost or just float away?” The blank page stared back with a silence so wide, Yet something within her refused to hide. “Words are my colors,” she whispered with grace. “They drift from my spirit and dance into space. But what if
Heart to Write
I sat with my journal and blinked at the page, My thoughts were all quiet, my mind in a cage. “I want to be writing,” I said with a groan, “But what is my motive as I write alone?” I scribbled a sentence, then crossed it back out. “Do I write for a cheer? Do
Motive for Rhyme
I wondered one day, with a pause and a frown, Why some folks stay up while the rest settle down. Are they lazy or lost? Are they wasting their days? Or are motives just moving in curious ways? We all have a hunger, though not always loud, A whisper inside, not a shout in the
God’s World in Living Color
God painted the world with a marvelous flair, With color and shimmer spread everywhere. No object is ever just one single shade, The choice of each leaf and feather color carefully made. The male peacock struts in his dazzling show, With blues that can sparkle and greens that can glow. From black do
Safe in His Arms
We say we trust God with a smile and a cheer, But storms show the truth when trouble draws near. If we are scared, we should stand strong and say, “I will trust the Lord. He’ll show me the way.” God doesn’t test us to make us feel bad, He teaches and comforts us when
Map in My Hands, Fire in My Soul
I once had a question: What makes a heart glad? Is it getting the things that I never yet had? Or is it sitting in peace with a satisfied grin, And trusting that joy doesn’t come from within? I wanted much more, but I couldn’t say why. Was it greed in my gut or a
Just Getting Started
People will ask as I’m passing on through, “How are you doing?” though they haven’t a clue. It’s a common saying, just a greeting they give, Because they have no idea how I actually live. I smile and respond, not with things heavy-hearted, “I’m doing great,” I say, “but I’m just getting started.” Th
Simply Complex
I thought it was simple, a walk in the park, But questions kept lurking and became quite dark. They started out clear, like a bright sunny day, But I was soon lost. I didn’t know what to say. I stared at the complexity and gave it a try, But puzzle pieces went flying like birds
Enough for Today
I know I’m a bit of an odd little bird, But I’ve lived many years—and here’s what I’ve heard: Each morning, I rise with just what I need, No extra, no shortage, just grace for each deed. I’ve never once lacked for the task at hand, When following God’s good and wonderful plan. Not riches,
Talent Isn’t Enough
Have you ever sat down with a pen in your hand, Thinking, I’m not that clever. I’m not that grand? You stare at the page and sigh, “What’s the use? My words won’t impress. I have no good excuse.” But I’m here to say, don’t believe all that stuff— That talent alone makes writing good
Books that Few People Read
I wrote a grand book full of passion and plot, But it gathered dust because most people forgot. The cover was pretty. The font was just right. But no one wanted to read, neither day nor night. I shouted, “It’s brilliant.” I wrote with such flair, But the silence replied, “Sorry, nobody cares.” I win