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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A Windy Week for Writing
If we were to look back at the whole windy week, We’d see some brave words we’re still learning to speak. Perhaps in our writing, we had fears that said no, But encouraging comments have still helped us grow. Our writing desires are not something small, For God’s calling can keep us standing tall. O
Deadlines
I was told by a smart turtle in Publishing Town, That deadlines are missed—so often pushed down. But meet them on time, and folks point and exclaim, “That writer’s exceptional. Remember his name.” I tell myself stories. Oh, yes… I confess. But sometimes I say no, and other times, yes. On weekdays, I
Laying Bricks
We should consider the writing steps that we’ve made— Not leaps into glory, just whatever bricks that we’ve laid. For growth isn’t fireworks, trumpets, or cheers. It’s faithfulness practiced in minutes and years. We should stop all the comparing—the measuring race. Nobody else’s walk should have our
Missed Appointment
It slipped through the cracks. Oh my, goodness me. Losing track of time, I failed to be where I said I’d be. A flood of distractions had sneaked into my day. Now I’m embarrassed—don’t know what to say. Einstein once said, “I won’t store reminders up here.” He waved at his head and said, “Too
Overnight Success
On a day when the Left Behind series caught flame, The author was quickly rising to bestseller fame. Jerry Jenkins was signing books near my writing crew— A circle of aspiring writers with dreams brand new. I’d heard little about this author. To me, he was new. “How many years have you written? Perh
The Battle in the Brain
Most folks think their foe is a flickering fright, A shadow that sneaks up in the middle of night, A hiss in the hall or a scratching at the door— A villain standing with a pitchfork from folklore. But only our God is in all places at once, Not demons, dragons, or devils with grunts.
Color of the Hat
In old Western towns on a dusty street track, Good guys wore white and bad guys wore black. With a tip of a brim you could tell who was who— Just glance at a hat and the story rang true. The villains wore black like a dark cloudy night, While heroes wore white in the
Aware Because I Care
Some folks walk into a room and don’t have a clue. The place could be rumbling, but he sees nothing new. A problem could shout with a trumpet and flare, But he’d hum a small tune and just comb his hair. Others might walk in and pause at the door, Feeling what’s different from moments
Writing Partner
When writers get itchy and twitchy to start, With fingers ready for typing, fire in the heart, You dash to the desk with a spark and flash— But who is in the driver’s seat as you dash? Is it ego that wiggles and whispers, “Be seen.” Or pride wearing sparkles of great writing sheen? Might
The Best “When”
We should write today and not ask when, Not waiting for inspiration to show up again. For moods like to wander and naps often call, But we must keep writing, through it all. First drafts aren’t pretty. They trip and spill. They clatter and chatter and wobble at will. Mess is the doorway into what
Unmistakable Light
A lamp was lit with purpose clear, Not forged for shade or silent fear, Yet many set it low and small, Behind the wall, not seen at all. The dark grows bold where light is shy, Where truth is hushed and hope walks by. Not every glow must roar or flare— But none were made
My Place in Heaven
On clouds in Heaven, some may play harps soft and slow. Don’t search for me there. I have better places to go. While God’s angels play their tunes in a delightful key, I’ll will kindly tip my hat and say, “That’s not for me.” Gravestones marked REST IN PEACE make me sigh. I won’t be