Christian Poetry

Poetry

When thinking about the birth of poetry and where it all began.
It started with the Word, somewhere before the dawn of man.
In all of God’s creation, endless poems were poured and laid.
Now the eyes of the poet see living poetry in what God’s made.

Rejoice, O Saints of God

I heard the saints singing on the highest mount,
Sweet harmonies of hymns, the melodies I recount.
All the men hummed in unison with passion and plea,
While women in the choir sang aloud with heavenly glee.

O sing me a song of Jesus—sing a song unto my King;
Let all creation praise Him, let the joyful church bells ring.
Heaven awaits God's children, redeemed at Calvary's cross;
I cast aside my fleshly wants, counting worldly gain as loss.

May God guide me through this life with His ever-loving grace;
He washed away my sins and guilt from every hidden trace.
To shake off this mortal shell, and kneel before my Lord—
Homeward still I march, for the Master calls me forward.

Prayer Warriors

To abide continually in Christ draws us to a ministry on our knees.
Close our prayer closet in secret to share all burdens and agonies.
Greet God with thanks for all His blessings and answered prayers.
Join Him regularly throughout the day; God knows who truly cares.
Siblings, let us make intercessory prayer for the lost and the needy.
Hold not back your pleas and petitions for our LORD is not greedy.

At Hell's Gate

Living on death row, shackled in sin.
The devils and inmates wore my time thin.
I've heard a faint knock many times before.
But near my end, life's Judge knocked once more.

Chained down, I cried out in repentance beyond my walls.
Then Jesus left the door ajar when He heard my calls.
My restraints fell as I crawled and bowed before His feet.
When He reached down, it was my soul He waited to greet.

Troubled Times

Life is a river, winding, weary and gray.
Only God can clear these waters, washing the trash and debris away.
The rains pour hard the mud runs deep.
The waters are now above my head; I can't see or feel my feet.
The waters are icy cold; I feel my ship has sunk.
My head is no longer bobbing; I feel I've taken my final dunk.
Wait, I feel the water receding as my feet find solid ground.
Listen closely, the rain is subsiding; for the moment, I'm safe and sound.
I'm safe and sound I can see the sun beginning to rise as I sigh a sigh of relief.
God has calmed the waters and planted a rock beneath my feet.

A Servant's Prayer

Lord, mold this mangled life into a living sacrifice unto Thee.
Place me on life's battlefield where all Christians ought to be.
Nurse me within Thy haven, from Thy side, I pray I'll never flee.
It's here we're strengthened for the battles we're destined to see.
If I'm to become a martyr and heaven knows this could be true.
Allow my final acts and words to show the love and respect that's due.

Pursuing the Fellowship of God

Take my life, O Lord, that I may plainly see.
That Thou art my God, and I am a child of Thee.
Thy words are pure words, that forever guide my way.
Renew in me a fresh breath of life to face another day.

Thy Holy Spirit directs my path at every step I take.
He comforts my soul while stronger men begin to break.
I'll serve Thy begotten Son Jesus with the extent of my life.
Through His sacrifice, I relinquished all eternal pain and strife.

Dear God

Mold me into the shape, manner, fashion, and form you'd have me be.
Hide not Thy loving hand of mercy to grant this bold, but humble plea.
I desire not to be a vessel of dishonor a handy work or masterpiece of sin.
I choose Thy gift of life over death, the world, and iniquities that wear me thin.
Jesus, this is my prayer for intervention I ask for the strength to break through.
I bow before Thee broken and shattered to ask to be forged and rebuilt anew.

Mourning Damsel

Her cries as silent as the night shedding dew.
Broken to tears of emotion she's fallen blue.
My fair maiden, why do you tearfully fret?
Do you have a besetting sin, loss, or regret?
What is it that draws your mood astray?
Is it the young preacher moving away?
He's set his grip on a neighboring church.
It's not too far to visit his new little perch.

Daughter

Have I not wept a thousand tears for you?
Comforting your fears the best I could do.
Now you're going to marry that godly man.
Do as your mother, serve God as you can.
Who knew? You loved the preacher's boy.
You both are such a blessing, a well of joy.

Times Past

When I consider how my days have been spent;
The moments and hours forever lapsed and lent.
I care not to repeat much of what I've done.
Past acts of sin multiplied, grown, and spun.
But we mustn't forget the experiences we've shared.
The ones with God, family, and with those who cared.

God's Firmaments

Oh beauty, such heavenly beauty we do behold.
Galaxies far off filled with stars and stories of old.
Through lensed marvels, men have hungrily sought.
The wondrous glimmers, Thou have surely wrought.

Our Loss is Heaven's Gain

It's hard to explain how deep my sorrows burrow their grief.
Shall I wilt and wither, just to blow away like an autumn leaf?
Since your departure, people reflect on their time spent with you.
We repeat our highlighted stories that help remove the blue.

Your lasting memories are keepsakes I store away in my heart.
Our past is like a creative collage that some would even call art.
Others notice this cavity, a raw, open void of hurt left inside me.
My depth of pain would almost take a mountain-sized drill to see.

The sadness your absence birthed within us all is alive and near.
Now your soul awaits for your Christian siblings to depart from here.
You are so missed in this great gulf and our temporary separation.
One day, we'll be together again based on our testimony of salvation.

In His Presence

My thoughts are congested as a wanting crowd.
Oh, hush, my dear soul, why art thou so loud?
Focus upon the Lord in His word and prayer.
I surrender my inner being to Jesus' every care.

The Marriage of the Lamb

The greatest love ever shown was by God the Father and His Son.
Never in all of humanity's acts of selfless beauty has it been outdone.
Their story is written in the living word that must be shared and told.
The Gospel of Jesus foretells of Salvation that's forthright and bold.
Have you read God's word and know the absolute unquestionable truth?
Jesus Christ died for us all, there's no hidden secret or Biblical untruth.
Rest assured He will soon return to gather His long-awaited bride;
Our homecoming is near; heaven-bound the clouds will open wide.
A family gathering and reunion no Christian will miss is the rapture on high.
God will judge us by our works, but there will be no departing goodbye.

The Poet's Testimony

For being reborn, I know that I've been,
As others; I walked a hardened road of sin.
People saw the heartaches that I brought,
From the wicked passions from which I sought.

There was much sound truth, I had not taken,
Till the sorrow birthed within my soul did awaken.
Now I'm overjoyed, I found my only Lord and King,
Jesus Christ, He causes me to rejoice and sing.

Sweet Child of Ours

She came forth to bud, but we were not to see her bloom.
To our greatest loss, she was never to blossom or groom.
O' dear child, in our Lord's presence, you'll forever be.
Earth's heartaches you were not intended to face or see.

Our Little One

Forsaken—our dear child has gone away,
To a place much fonder than a fruitful stay.
During thine absence, we'll plan and pray,
Of that reunion, when I forever shout hooray.