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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Enchantment
Have you ever stopped for a minute or two, And asked what is it that’s enchanting you? Is it gold? Is it praise? Is it comfort or fame? Or something much deeper that you can’t quite name? It could be a toy or a trip to the moon, A job with a title, a lover,
God’s Way or the My Way
I once thought acceptance meant settling down, Just nodding along with a shrug and a frown. But truth has a way of tugging the heart— A whisper from Heaven that pulls us apart. We want what we want, and we think we know best. We cling to our plans and ignore all the rest. But
The Hero Makes the Story
The God who writes, the God who grows, Whose story moves where no one knows. He’s always love, forever true— But every day, he makes things new. He created the stars, setting them high. He painted oceans and shaped the sky. His story sparkles, grand and bright, But his love said, “There’s more to wr
Making Truth Come to Life
When teaching a truth or explaining a fact, You can’t just recite it and leave it at that. The facts may be firm and the principles sound, But without a good story, they don’t stick around. An example will show what we should know here, bringing it to life, making it quite clear. An analogy
Ready or Not
In the season of sun, in the season of snow, Be ready, be steady, be geared up to go. The apostle said, “Timothy, always prepare. Be instant, be present, be fully aware.” But readiness isn’t a list or a chart. It’s a flexible, bendable, teachable heart. Not knowing the plan is completely okay, When
The Banquet Is Ready
There’s a feast in the Kingdom, a banquet so grand, With delights beyond dreams in a far better land. But folks pass it by, with a shrug and a grin, Not seeing the joy they are offered within. They say, “I’m quite busy, I’ve work I must do. I have other plans, and they don’t
Song from My Soul
Who am I, so tiny, so small and so slight? A drop from the ocean, a speck in the night. A pebble of sand from a faraway shore. What could I sing that would praise the Lord more? The angels are singing, crying holy so loud. Their songs fill the heavens. They dance on the
Thriving When God’s Guiding
If you know him by name and you walk in his light, If you stick by his side through the day and the night, If you talk with the Lord and you follow his way, There’s no need to panic, no reason to stray. No mountain’s too massive, no storm is too loud, No enemy
Maybe I Can
I know it’s impossible. I know it. I do. Everyone says so. They’re certain it’s true. “It’s never been done,” all the wise people shout, But What if, I wonder, they’re just leaving stuff out? Maybe I’m dreaming, or floating on air. Maybe I’ll tumble, splash down who-knows-where. But maybe—just maybe
Birds of a Feather
One day in the land of the Red, White, and Blue, The Congress of Birds got a summons, it’s true. From jungles, from mountains, from lakes far and wide, Each bird was called forth, with a feather of pride. The leaders all gathered, with feathers to spare, Saying, “Something is wrong. We must fix it
Cracks in the Mirror
There once was a mirror, all splattered with cracks, With wrinkles and ripples and crinkles and tracks. But the old man, he smiled, and he paid it no mind, For the cracks told a story—the best kind you’ll find. Though he creaked when he bent and he groaned when he rose, Though his knees and
Reaching Out
Lord, who is like you? There’s no one, not one. You forgive us for so many wrongs we have done. You don’t stay angry. You don’t stay mad. You love to show mercy, and that makes us glad. You turn to us kindly, with your warm, gentle face To wipe away our guilt with your