Category: God Poems
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Christian Poem About the Parable of the Sower
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“And others are the ones sown among the thorns. They are those who hear the word, but the cares of the world and the deceitfulness of riches and desires for other things enter in and choke the word, and it proves unfruitful.” Words of Jesus From the Parable of the Sower (Mark 4:18-19) I believe “the…
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The Beauty of the Divine – A Poem
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Your beauty transcends my understanding. Every blade of grass is a work of art. The simplicity of snow falling on a cold, winter morning Is enough to open and convict my heart. How is it that my eyes could have been blind To a vision and a body large enough to hold the stars? Pride…
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A Poem About Sunrise and Morning – Dawn
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Dawn – A Poem About Sunrise and Morning The fluttering of a thousand wings flap and fill the sky – blackbirds and geese fly to unknown destinations. The cool dew of morning runs down the grasses’ backs, gathering upon the soil. A misty fog hovers beneath the trees and the sun begins peaking out over…
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A Servant’s Prayer
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Lord, stir my heart to seek. Place my feet on the path where I may find. Give me the strength to throw my life at your feet. Allow me to leave my old desires behind. Bathe me in riches of your wisdom. May I keep me eyes open to the poor in need. Let me…
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Poem about Surrendering and Submission to God
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How to Fight A Battle You Can’t Win – Poem about Surrendering and Submission to GodThe world stands -tempting and taunting.Your inhibition weak -restless and yawning,ready to wake and welcome desire,to add fuel to this fireyou’ve fought so hard to contain.But instead of fighting a battle you can’t winyou stop, slow it down, and simply…
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Follow Me – A Christian Poem About Following Jesus
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The next day Jesus decided to go to Galilee. He found Philip and said to him,“Follow me.” 44 Now Philip was from Bethsaida, the city of Andrew and Peter.45 Philip found Nathanael and said to him, “We have found him of whom Moses in the Law and also the prophets wrote, Jesus of Nazareth, the son of…
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Resolutions – A Poem About Grace and Jesus
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Another year.Another day.Another chance to seize destiny. To stand in front of the mirror,dreaming how much prettier I’ll be this year,glorifying and gloating in myself. But resolutions quickly falterand that glass altar I worshiped atshatters before I even make it to spring. This year, I don’t want a temporary fixfor a wound that reopens time…
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God I Need You Prayer Poem
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My Heart Needed You – A Christian Poem Prayer About Searching For God My heart knew it needed you the minute it took its first beat. Your name was on the tip of my tongue the minute it first learned to speak. Yet, I crawled and slithered through the tall, green reeds ducked and darted…
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Morning’s Pupil – A Poem About Finding God in Nature’s Beauty
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Morning’s Pupil – A Poem About Finding God in Nature’s Beauty The cool, clean air welcomes me from my slumber. Dark nothingness surrounds me like a safe cocoon, like a nurturing womb that shuts out all the distractions and clutter and noise and anxieties and all my insecurities until it’s just You and me, connected…
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Dancing With God
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I saw you at the dance, glanced at you from the corner of my eye. But I was much too concerned with my appearance, felt too stained and ugly, so I let you walk on by. I watched you jiving out on the floor, wondering what it’d feel like in your arms, to sway to…
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When Love Stepped Off His Throne
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Strung high above, dangling and dancing among the darkest night, shines a light for all – a star that guides to the bread of life. A mighty King lies in a strange, wooden bed wrapped in unclean robes and lying on a pillow of straw, ox and ass gathered by his head. A beautiful Servant,…
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The Cries of the Sheep
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The sheep lie scattered across the valley, each one willfully wandering away from the fold. Heads down, walking blind, grazing on grass that devours the soul. Yet, the evening leaves them frightened, and the darkness shakes them, shivering in the cold. They each look out across the withered pastures, surprised to find themselves so far…
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The Sailor
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Release me – free to move loosely, like the waters of the river bend. Blow me across the sands of time, like blades of grass in the summer wind. Throw me into the chaos of your order. Tear down these walls of imprisonment. Unchain the thoughts that hold me as a prisoner in a world…
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A Christian Poem About Sin and Temptation
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A Christian poem about how easy it is to be tempted by sin and excuse it, only to then find yourself bound by it.
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Prayer For Dealing With Feelings of Doubt
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My Lord, why have you not heard my crying?Is my voice not loud enough to reach your ears?I sit in the pool of my own tear drops,drowning in the loneliness of my fears.I yearn for you. I yearn for freedom-caged like some wild beast no matter where I go.But your enemies…they’re free to roam.They walk…
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I Prefer – Poem about Loving Living in the Country
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I Prefer – Poem about Country Life I prefer the pastures beyond the prairie, way back without any glimpse of home- for that’s where joy seems to find me- it’s in seclusion I feel least alone. I prefer the forest beyond the fields, where treetops shield me from the outside world, where the peaceful melodies…
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Getting Rid of Me
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I called out to you, “LORD, heal me” And got no response, almost dismissing you Until I realized it wasn’t you I wanted, But the power to heal myself. I cried out to you, “LORD, save me” And yet I remained thrashing in the waters drowning, Until I realized I didn’t want to be saved-…
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The Weary Traveler
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I’ve followed you weary traveler, Followed you across the desert plains. Laughed with you in the sunshine, Cried with you in the rain. I’ve watched you walk along the barren road, Even extended a helping hand. But you insisted you had life under control Time and time again. Yet, in this stillness of silence All…
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