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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Perfect Timing
I hurried ahead with a tick-tick and tick-tock, Tapped on my watch, then stared at the clock. “Why isn’t it happening right now?” I cried, But God simply smiled and walked at my side. “Slow down,” God said. “There’s a pace just for you. Not too fast, not too slow—just steady and true. Some moments
Master’s Degree
Puzzled, people considered my suit, and stared at my shoes. “Where’d you study?” they said. “What school did you choose?” “What doctorate letters come after your name?” I smiled and said, “Nothing,” which sounded lame. “No diploma? No parchment? No frame on the wall? No thesis defended? Have you no
Our Narrow Way Home
Sharing God’s glory—now that’s something grand. It’s growing in his nature as we walk hand-in-hand. A heart that’s washed clean, as only God can do, Leaves sin with no doorway to wander through. Billy has known God forever—or so it might seem. Since his toddler days, he knew God was supreme. He coul
Write from the Heart
When you start your first draft, fling the doors open wide. Let your thoughts tumble out. Don’t fence them inside. No tiptoeing, no whispering, no careful disguise, Just write from the heart with uncensored eyes. Be bold and be messy and so terribly true. Let feelings run wild and spill back onto yo
Wanting to Write
Today we should peek at the why and the when, At heartfelt sparks that inspire now and again. Why words tap your shoulder and whisper, “Come play,” Why stories keep knocking, whatever you say. You notice the insignificant, the silent, the small, The meaning of a pause and the cracks in a wall. You g
God Calling
Oh scientists peer with a squint and a stare, At stars way up there, things up in the air. They measure and test with a click and a ping, Yet scratch their heads at a what-and-why thing. They’ve cured lots of sniffles and figured out germs, But aging still wiggles and won’t follow their terms.
Faith Walk
I once said, “Map it all out—every mile, every bend. Know where you’re going right up to the end.” But walking with God follows a unique design. He sees dangers ahead and wants his way to be mine. I don’t need a compass that points north or west, Or a chart of the future, labeled
Obedience
Obedience showed up wearing soft velvet shoes, While Sacrifice boomed with the sound of “Choose!” “I’m louder,” Sacrifice said. “I sparkle and shout.” But God said, “Better listening is what this is about.” King Saul didn’t do what God said he should do. For him, wanting to please people was nothing
Response from Above
Pagan prophets shouted and danced in a line. “Hey, Baal. Can you hear us? Please give us a sign.” They screamed until their throats were scratchy and sore, But the sky stayed quite silent … then silent some more. God’s prophet Elijah laughed and said with a grin, “Shout louder. Perhaps he’s just now
Writing Tools
There once was a writer who had tools galore, Software and hardware—and much, much more. He said, “AI can do the work for me, I know. But without the author’s voice, the words didn’t go. A tool is a helper, not a boss or a brain. It helps with the load but won’t drive the
Wrestling with Words
Johnny worked his words in his own way, Counting how many were written each day. With a wink, God said, “What are you thinking? What do numbers have to do with great writing?” Some writers write loudly with Bam! and Ka-pow! They often chase cheers, saying, “Look at me now.” But Johnny wanted a messa
Church of the Centuries
They didn’t have steeples or bells that went ding, No stage or pews lined in rows, no choirs to sing. People gathered in homes with rooms down the hall, For church was a gathering of believers, that’s all. They met by a table, a lamp, or a chair, With a meal and fellowship with prayer.