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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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
Prayer Without Pretense
When you talk to the Lord, don’t come in disguise— For he already sees through all pretenses and lies. You might as well be honest, letting your true self appear, For God listens best when our words are open and sincere. While we’re busy talking, we don’t easily hear. We pray with our mouths, but
Not a Club Member
In lands far away where the idols might grin, Where nobody knew what was righteous or sin, God whispered his truth with a wink and a nudge— For his voice prevailed over every label or judge. He spoke to Abimelech, “Now listen to me. That woman is married. Return her, you see.” Though Abimelech bowed
Jesus, Hold my Hand
One night in a dream, when the moon glowed so bright, The Lord came to visit a certain man in the night. “Are you willing,” God asked, “for a hard, rugged climb?” The man said, “For you? Whatever you want … anytime.” Then God made an offer so assuring … so grand. “But I want
Someday
Oh, “Someday” is special—at least so we say, A magical, misty, and thoughtful kind of day. We tuck it away in imagination’s deep nook, Like a dream that we save in the back of a book. “Someday,” we say, “I’ll pray more than before. I’ll love a bit deeper, forgive even more. I’ll serve with
Overflowing Cup
Young David was chosen, anointed one day, With oil on his head in a most sacred way. God whispered, “I’ve called you. Now rise up and go.” His relationship with the Lord really began to grow. His cup was filled with what couldn’t be sold, Not with fine treasures of silver or gold. It brimmed
Scammy Emails
Oh, my inbox is bursting—yes, every single day, With a dozen shiny emails that sound the same way. They promise me wonders, success by the ton, But they don’t even know what it is that I’ve done. Some offer me services I already provide, Like selling me tools where I teach and guide. “We’ll get
Writing with Feeling
Some writers think stories need twists and big plots. They forget that emotion must connect all the dots. For tales without heart, although exciting they seem, Are like movies without sound, with barely a dream. Some folks hold their feelings as tight as a lock, While others let tears tumble down li
Clouds Blown Away
When life hands you troubles like soup in a bowl, And the day feels as chewy as lukewarm coal, God won’t hide your Teacher or lead you astray. He will walk beside you and show you the way. The noise of the world makes your thinking go gray, Like a muddle of puzzles all thrown
Feelin’ Good
Some writers think stories need twists by the ton, But heart is the secret that makes reading fun. For tales without feelings, no matter the pop, Are pancakes without berries or syrup on top. Some folks hide emotions as tight as a drum, While others spill tears like a waterfall’s hum. But whether yo
Miraculous Masterpiece
God made me with love, and he made me just right. He holds me each morning. He guards me at night. The plan that he started, he won’t toss away. He works me and shapes me a little more each day. The work of his hand is a spectacular thing. From sunup to sundown, from
Things Just Right
Everything’s timed in a marvelous way, A whisper of night or bright shining day. God sets the seasons with wisdom so fine. Each moment arrives at its perfect time. He planted forever inside of our heart, A longing to know the end from the start. We sense there is more than what we can see,