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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Choice to Depend
I once thought freedom meant doing my will— Just following whims, every pleasure and thrill. But choices kept tangling like knots in a rope, Till I learned the power of choosing with hope. I blamed all my blunders on this one or that, On troubles, on mishaps, the dog, or the cat. But blame never
Goals
Some writers chase big goals far away in the sky, But I’ve learned that tomorrow can zip right on by. The Bible says our lives are like clouds on the run— Here now, then they vanish in blink-and-you’re-done. So I don’t fuss with goals stacked in some distant day. I choose my priorities—everything I
Bad Hair Day
My hair stood sideways, straight up, and then down. I had the most uncontrollable mop in the town. I stared in the mirror and sighed, “Oh dear me … With hair like this, what will today likely be?” I tripped on my sock as I walked across the floor, Then bumped into tables as I
Marriage in Heaven
Oh, the sound that erupted was grander than grand— Like big booming thunder that rolled through the land. Like waves that break loudly on a far-stretching shore, As millions cried, “Hallelujah!” more and more. “Our Lord God Almighty. He reigns. He is King!” Their voices rose higher in an exuberant s
Better than Ever
Each year that I walk with the Lord up above, My steps feel more steady, my heart filled with love. I marvel and wonder, “How could this be better?” Yet somehow God tops it. Every year is better. I’m proud of the progress, the joy, and the climb, Although next year still must wait for
Thieves of Our Time
Oh, the things that go ding and things that go beep— They tug on your brain when it’s trying to keep A thought in one place—just one steady track— But those little distractions set your focus back. We tap our keyboards with a clickety-clack, Then peek at the emails piled up in a stack. We
Miracles Writers Miss
Many works of God are so small— So faint we fail to see them at all. They bloom inside the heart and mind— As a quiet change, an idea now refined. We look for publicity with great flair, A boom. A bang. Sparks in the air. But God works most in calm, still ways, Inspiring
Empowered, Not Entitled
We’re each given gifts—big or small, short or tall— But we’re not meant to grab every gift meant for all. We must grow what we have, let it sprout, let it rise, Not stare at our neighbor with I-want-that eyes. Some chase after joy on the fast, speedy track, Until they find that their joy
Fooled by What We Don’t Know
We don’t know what we don’t know. Isn’t that true? It surprises the old folks, young ones, and me too. Our brains miss the clues that are sneaky and sly, And that’s when the tricksters come creeping on by. I’m shocked and amazed how the gullible folk Get snatched by a scammer with one little
Bumps, Storms, Woes, and Groans
When woes pop up and block your way, Don’t fret or run or hide or sway. Stand firm, stand tall, take in the view. A fix may wait in front of you. A mess may rise like wild, strange art, And make feel a bit weak of heart. But breathe in and out, then one
God’s Kind Hand
I wake and sigh. I’m tired. Oh, my. I drag my feet and ask God, “Why?” But still I rise and face the day, For he will lead me on my way. I spill my thoughts in long, soft streams. I chase small signs and hint-like beams. A bird, a book, a chance, and a
Dreams and Goals
Oh, dreams are so cozy—like pillows of fluff, All misty and floaty and soft, sleepy stuff. They drift where they want with no hurry or scheme, And they never complain if you leave them to dream. But goals … oh, those goals. They’re a different breed. They insist that you move, to step up, to