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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Disguised as a Fall
He trained with a stopwatch, a whistle, a chart, With fire in his legs and great hope in his heart. He dreamed of the tape, the cheer, and the roar— Of flying just once like he’d never soared before. The gun said, “Go!” and his feet said, “We know!” He leaped each hurdle in precise
The Honeymoon That Lasts
Writing at first went whoosh! with a sparkle and spin. New words danced about, shouting, “Let’s begin.” The keyboard felt enchanted. The page was new. Oh, the joy of creating. Tra-la-la, la-la-loo. Like faith when first found with a heart full of cheer, You talk write, you walk write and you hold wr
Pruned to Bloom
“I die every day,” is what Paul used to say— Not the ending of life, but the self fading away. A pruning, a trimming, a cutting of pride, So branches bear fruit with God at our side. But self doesn’t quit. Oh, it fights and screams. It whispers excuses. It plots, and it schemes. I
When Answers Hide
John asked and searched and Googled all day. He clicked every link in the most logical way. He tried this answer and that—ruling out a few, Yet his problems left him wondering what to do. One answer worked yesterday, but now what? Something was wrong, a new battle to be fought. He poked it and
Speculation
Writers should say, “What if?” not, “I know,” With humble steps, both firm and slow. They walk with God through day and night, Trusting questions that will lead to the light. Assumptions slam the learning door, But speculation asks to know more. It tests thoughts and weighs their claim, To see if tr
Lamps, Not Maps
We ask for a map with the whole road in sight, Each turn marked in ink and the timing just right. But God gives a lamp—not a floodlight to see, Just light for the next step where we should be. We squint ahead for a picture so grand— A castle, a crown, or a five-year-long
Plowing Pages
With hands on the keyboard, prepare for a fight As you plow through words from morning till night. If you’re writing for God, keep your eyes clear. The sentences won’t align if you look to the rear. Don’t glance at old chapters that stumbled or stalled, Or ideas you parked when the pathway felt wall
Truth on Wheels
I once met a writer who shouted, “No rules. I write what I feel. I don’t use grammar tools.” But her words ran amok. They slipped and they fell, For freedom needs tracks if the story goes well. “Rules are just barriers,” she said on that day. “They block my thoughts. They get in my
Flow of Emotion
Emotion pops up without knocking. Surprise! It sneaks past our thoughts and opens our eyes. It tells us what matters, what we hold tightly, What shines in our joy or might ache nightly. You think you love treasure? Watch when it’s gone. Does your heart feel a tremble, or do you barely yawn? What sti
Together in Love
We were never made to live all alone, Like islands of silence or hearts of stone. God wired our souls for a warm, living link— To love and be loved, more than we might think. If you want a friend, you must show you’re there, With a smile, a hello, or a kind bit of
Wilderness Choice
Out in the desert, so lonely and bare, The devil came sneaky with tricks and a dare. “Make bread from these stones. Take a jump. Make a show. Take power and kingdoms. The world’s yours, you know.” But Jesus said, “No, I will follow God’s Word. I won’t move an inch till his voice has
Moving Forward
Wanting a win, folks might not try till they know The path that they take will help them to grow. But faith doesn’t work with a map set in stone. It takes the next step even when feeling alone. We like to see endings before we begin. We want every twist and turn to fit