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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Unmistakable Light
A lamp was lit with purpose clear, Not forged for shade or silent fear, Yet many set it low and small, Behind the wall, not seen at all. The dark grows bold where light is shy, Where truth is hushed and hope walks by. Not every glow must roar or flare— But none were made
My Place in Heaven
On clouds in Heaven, some may play harps soft and slow. Don’t search for me there. I have better places to go. While God’s angels play their tunes in a delightful key, I’ll will kindly tip my hat and say, “That’s not for me.” Gravestones marked REST IN PEACE make me sigh. I won’t be
Courage and Courtesy Drafts
You can’t tiptoe boldly or whisper out loud, Or hide in the corner and still shout to the crowd. You don’t lock all your doors yet fling windows apart, Or guard every word while spilling truth from the heart. So write like no one is peeking or keeping score— No judges, no critics, no knock
Write from the Heart
Emotion pops up like a frog leaping from a log, From a thought or a feeling or brain-wiggled cog. Unannounced, it jumps in with a wiggle and sway, And whispers, “Hey friend, this matters today.” You thought you loved trophies all shiny and tall, You’ve lost one? Maybe no tears. No sniffle at all. Ye
Patiently Writing
I wanted it now—not later. Not sometime when. I tapped on my desk and click-clicked my pen. “Why must I wait?” I said with a huff and a sigh, While the minutes marched and time slipped by. I stared at the clock like a pot that was cold, “Come on,” I said. “Boil! Do what
Wobbles that Work
We grumble at weaknesses. We groan, and we sigh. “We must fix this flaw,” we say. “Oh my. Oh my!” But sometimes that crack, that wobble, that seam, Could be a part of a new strengthening scheme. That shyness that makes you pause, look, and see? It might be the root of wonderful empathy. That
Bravely Marching
Some folks are so fearful, they won’t step outside, They lock all their doors, trying to feel safe inside. Others rush ahead where angels wouldn’t tread, But truth walks a different path, being God-led. Fear paints big pictures of what might appear, It conjures up stories we dislike but still hear.
Much More to Gain
A psychiatrist once said, with a tilt and a grin, “There’s pain to avoid and pleasure to be in. Those two forces drive us from morning until night. We run from the pain and chase the fun that feels right.” I scratched at my beard and said, “Wait just a second.” There must be a
Words for Discussion
If I could sit with a book to just listen and learn, With an author I love, at a campfire’s warm turn, I wouldn’t ask, “What can I do to sound just like you?” I’d say, “What stirred your heart to write like you do?” With Louis L’Amour on the wide western plain, I’d ask
Heaven on Earth
God is greater than we can imagine. Immensely so— More worthy of praise than we could ever know. So clap, dance, and shout. Let your voices gladly sing. Join the angels in Heaven with the praises you bring. From death into life—what a marvelous move. From chains into freedom is the perfect groove, F
Fear to Write It Out
Now is a good time to press on, although we feel weak— Exposing fears that make us hide when we should speak. The blank page glares back. The cursor just stares. And Perfect is shouting, “You’d better beware.” We write for a moment. We pause, and we sigh. “This isn’t quite right … and I
Lucifer’s Downfall
Long ago in the sky so shiny and bright, God made angels to love him and do right. They sang and they served in happy accord, All glad to obey their wonderful Lord. But Lucifer thought he had a better idea. To sit on his own throne was his criteria. He thought he deserved to