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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Well-Equipped
If God says, “Go do it,” don’t wobble or wait. He called you and chose you, which is really great. But wait, you might say, “I’m a novice who’s new. I don’t have the stuff. I don’t know what to do.” Well, here is the truth, and it’s good news, you see. If God takes
Word Pictures
Jesus revealed the truth in such a wonderful way, With stories and analogies that brightened the day. He used them as much as their hearts could receive, In ways they could follow, in ways they’d believe. He didn’t expound truth was boringly flat. His stories painted mental pictures. Imagine that. H
Big Clean-Up
When you trip, when you slip, when you fall in the dirt, When you say something mean and someone gets hurt— Don’t hide it. Don’t fake it. Don’t run far away, There’s something much better that you ought to say. Just tell it to Jesus, for he already knows. Confess it. Admit it. And watch
Blink of an Eye
When the trumpet blows loud, when it sounds in the sky, It will happen so quickly—in the blink of an eye. The dead will rise up. Yes, they’ll be awake, With bodies that never can wither or break. Those who are living will also be changed. In a flash, in a moment—it’s already arranged. Our
Loving Care
Oh yes, it is true. Oh. It’s wonderfully true. God made a promise: He’ll take care of you. Not just because you’re lovely or kind, But because of a plan he’s already designed. Through Jesus, his Son, he’s made you his own. You’ll never be lost, never left all alone. When troubles come knocking, and
Shining Through the Darkness
Next up is treatment—a daily routine, With lasers and targets and high-powered beams. They tattooed my belly with little blue dots— So they don’t fry my prostate while nuking bad spots. At night I may sparkle, which gives me a thrill— So selfies in darkness? Oh yes, I sure will. I’ve written a lot,
The Joy of Writing
I scribble and scrawl, I doodle and write, Through morning and noon and far into the night. Joy doesn’t come from a rhyme that just zings. It comes when I’m sure I’ve done heavenly things. I tap on my keyboard with rhythm and beat, Each letter with prayer at my Savior’s feet. It’s not for
Whitewashed Tombs
There’s something quite tricky in the open air, A thing called transparency—precious and rare. It’s more than just truth, more than just talk. It’s being inside, the same as our outside walk. Some say, “Go ahead, just pretend till you’re there.” But “fake it till you make it” is a dangerous snare. F
Choice to Embrace
Why do people choose what they choose every day? Why do some walk God’s path, while others stray? I puzzle, I wonder, I think, and I ask. To figure this out is no simple task. Some say we’re programmed, with no choice of our own. But that doesn’t sit right in the depths of my
The Bible I Carried, the Comic I Read
When I was just six, on a bright Christmas morning, I got a leather Bible—all shiny and glowing. My name was in gold on the front, nice and neat, And at church, I carried it proudly to my seat. I took it each Sunday, both evening and morn, Like a soldier with armor, though weathered
The Right Words
Oh, keep all the lies and deception away. I don’t want their tricks in my life today. Let your words fill my heart. Let truth guide my way. No empty words here. No pretense. No delay. And since I am asking, please hear my desire: Never riches too great, nor a life that’s too dire.
Writers Take Flight
Oh, writers, come closer, for your stories so dear, Are something your readers are desperate to hear. You’ve seen the seeds of it. You know it’s profound— A life-changing story to burst up from the ground. You can’t keep it quiet. Don’t tuck it away, For it needs to be published on a soon-coming day