Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts

Sunday, March 17, 2024

Poetry: The Staying Hand

THE STAYING HAND

A puff of breeze,

A gentle nudging

And the Holy Spirit has

Impressed the day upon me.

How I should think, feel

And behave in honor of Thee.

Or an answer to a question,

Or a new direction

Is what the gentle push gives,

A holy correction.

Like a staying hand upon my arm

And a sweet, soft voice saying, "Wait",

The Holy Spirit speaks to me.

Like a gentle nudging.

Like a puff of breeze. 

***

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Wednesday, March 13, 2024

Poetry: Be Honest With God

BE HONEST WITH GOD

No matter what I think
Or what I do,
The most important thing
Is that I be honest with you.

***


(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Sunday, March 10, 2024

Poetry: My IV

MY IV

Dear Lord, your Word gives me such joy
And causes my spirit to soar.
It’s hard to explain,
But those who eat it daily
Know that exhilaration from pain.

Like an infusion or injection of jet fuel,
I am made to feel like
Anything is possible.
I can soar above
Problems, offenses and lack.

Dear Lord, your Word is my IV.
I’m on it every day,
All day, throughout the day.
I’m hooked up,
And I live!

***


(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Monday, February 26, 2024

Poetry: He Will Turn It Into Good

HE WILL TURN IT INTO GOOD

I heard a man on TV today,

Who spoke about suffering and trials to allay,

The feeling that struggles are really for nothing,

The often unfairness and our life's contorting.


He said if we could not determine a cause,

That we can be certain and give this applause,

That we will come out of it richer inside,

The strength that we get will show on the outside.


Some trials are too heavy, some burdens beyond,

What we think is fair, way too much put upon.

But there is not anything God cannot use,

To make our lives better, to help us improve.


That does not support that our pain is ordained,

That God must make sorrow for blessings to rain.

He does not need trouble and horror and woe.

He needs not the evil from that pit below.


We live in a world that is set on a course.

The fault is not ours so we feel no remorse.

We know we can't change Satan's evil world reign.

The Blood of Our Savior we use as a bane.


Don't think about quitting or turning on God.

To God be the glory and give him a nod.

He will make it right, this old world has to go,

And all of the pain and the suffering and woe.


So what can't be changed will be taken for you,

And made as a blessing, to help others too.

Just keep holding on and don't dare you forget,

That you will come out of it richer and blessed.


***


©Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope


Christian poems about hope, poems about having faith, lyrical faith poetry, faith poems and encouragement

Friday, February 23, 2024

Poetry: Today's Declaration

I choose to laugh in the midst of trouble.

In the midst of sorrow, I choose joy.

All things will always 

Work together for good for me.

My Heavenly Father has promised it.

I can trust His word for

He is the One True God.

***

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Sunday, August 13, 2023

Enjoy Each Blessing Fully Poem

ENJOY EACH BLESSING FULLY

 

It seems to me that rarely
Do they come along on time.
We want to get one blessing
So another can align.
 
It seems that life is often
Just a waiting game, you see.
We wait for this to happen,
Then we feel that we can be.
 
But rarely does it happen
That our blessings fall in line,
With what we want to happen
In our fairly finite minds.
 
For God is of the infinite,
The infinite is Him.
And though we may think otherwise,
His plans are not a whim.
 
His plans are not haphazardly
Patched up to make our lives.
The blessings, when they happen,
Are on time and God-devised.
 
Don't try to rearrange them,
Choosing pleasure in just some.
Enjoy each separate blessing
To the fullest, as they come.





(c)Draw Nigh To Hope

Thursday, October 21, 2021

Christian Poem By Helen Mallicoat

A friend shared this poem with me to help me through difficult times in my life. It is so beautiful and touching that I read it often. It soothes my soul and spirit. It's as if God is telling me, Don't look backwards. Don't look forwards. Live in today. Be at peace. I am always here, today.

I AM

I was regretting the past
And fearing the future.
Suddenly my Lord was speaking:

“My name is I Am.” He paused.
I waited. He continued,
When you live in the past
With its mistakes and regrets,
It is hard. I am not there,
My name is not I WAS”.

When you live in the future
With its problems and fears,
It is hard. I am not there.
My name is not I WILL BE.

When you live in this moment,
It is not hard. I am here.
My name is I AM.

May you be comforted by Helen's words that God is always present with you.


Helen Mallicoat was born to Dora and Walter White on Sept. 4, 1913 in a log cabin on a farm near Arenzville, Ill. She passed away at 91 years old on Tuesday, Dec. 14. Helen was an avid writer and many of her writings have been compiled into books. Hallmark published Listen for the Lord in 1980. The most widely read of all her writings is the poem I Am, which was published in 1982 on a poster by Argus Communications. Almost weekly she heard of it being meaningful to someone.


Sunday, October 3, 2021

Poetry About Our Father From David C Brown

I am sharing 3 poems by David C Brown about Our Heavenly Father. The poetry of this long-term Christian writer has such a calming, restful quality. It's as though he's encouraging us to live quietly and peacefully in our relationship with God. I never fail to feel restored and quietened when I read his verse.

THE FATHER OF SPIRITS

If we will live, we must be subject to
The Father as the One who has the Name
Father of spirits; He will bear us through
His chastening. We gladly own His claim
Upon us since it from Him we came;
He rules our spirits in a way to suit
Our needs, and to secure from us His fruit.

(Hebrews 12: 9)

What a beautiful and insightful way to describe God's purging of the branches. The last line, "He rules our spirits in a way to suit Our needs, and to secure from us His fruit," gives me chills because of its depth of meaning.

This is because I think about how we suffer through God's purging and we judge it as being for his unknown purposes. David's light on this Godly process advocates that we can only realize the fulfillment of our own dreams, needs and personal prayers through it. Even the securing of his fruit from us (and what a great twist of words David wrote in that phrase) blesses us because we are the better for God's clipping and pruning process.

Here are 2 more poems that David has written about the glory and loving kindnesses of The Father.

THE FATHER OF LIGHTS

When first the light broke through the primal darkness
It gave this earth hope it would live anew,
Although exposing chaos in its starkness.
Then great and small lights graced the settings due
To them, while looking to the Light that's true;
Father of lights, since then each light that's burning
Comes from One with no shadow and no turning.

(James 1: 17) 

THE FATHER OF COMPASSIONS

Satan, the flesh, and sin, in their own fashions
Have clashed against me to disturb my soul;
But I turn to the Father of compassions,
The God of all encouragements, and roll
My burden on the One who will console;
In spite of ills my foes seek to impart
The Father of compassions binds my heart.

(2 Cor 1: 3)

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David works in the environment industry and lives in Scotland. His interests are Jesus Christ, Christianity, the Bible, poetry, the environment and sustainable development. Some of his favorite books are the Bible, The Sufferings of Christ and George Herbert.

His poetry blog is Grace Notes.

You can find his books at Lulu.

 


 

Sunday, August 22, 2021

Poetry: Light In Madness

 

Oh dear Lord.

You are a comfort in a world gone mad.

How can I exist here and not

Be touched by such distressing stuff?

Though it grapples and clutches at me

To drag me down to depths of

Depression and despair of hope,

I climb back up.

I eat and drink your Word daily

In a world gone mad.

© SJHolland

Your word is a lamp unto me feet and a light unto my path. Psalm 119:105

Sunday, May 30, 2021

Poetry: God And Son As One

 

How hard it must have been

For you to know, Lord,

That you are the Light of the World,

And to walk among hatred and blindness.


How hard it must have been

For you to live under

Being harassed and hated,

And to walk among

That determination to murder.

 

But you were determined

To enforce God's will.

Your Father, who gave you up

To a vicious world of dark haters,

Lived the horrific sacrifice through

And with you.


~ Sandi Holland ~

Sunday, May 2, 2021

Choose Joy

I choose to laugh in the midst of trouble.

In the midst of sorrow, I choose joy.

All things will always work together to

strengthen me and bless my life.

My Heavenly Father has promised it.

I can trust in what He says.

He is the One True God!

 

© SJHolland

 

Romans 8:28
 


 

Sunday, April 25, 2021

Due Time: Christian Poetry

Just like this man who has gotten this kite to fly, we can also get it right with God's help.

It is when you see something happen in your life.

Something that you feel is not right.

There is that feeling that you were wronged.

One thing that you have to do is give it to the Lord.

You have to trust in the Lord that things will work out.

That is having faith in something that you do not see.

I know that it is something that is hard to do.

It is just something that you have to do.

©Leo

Leo  is a poet who has shared some of his poems at WritersCafe.org. He says that this poem is about things and time. He lives in Florida, and says about himself, "I am one that just loves to write."
 

 

Thursday, June 21, 2018

Christian Poetry About God As A Deliverer

The Dear Deliverer Poem About God As Helper

The Dear Deliverer

Oh God, did you set up my deliverance
Decades ago?
Oh Father, did you set the stars to turn
In my favor?
You always come through,
No matter what the challenge
Or fear.
You help and deliver,
Free and clear.
To my heart and my soul,
You are dear.

©2018 SJHolland

Thursday, May 10, 2018

POETRY: I Choose Joy



 
I choose to laugh

In the midst of trouble,




And in the midst of sorrow,

I choose joy.

~ SJHolland ~


May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him,

so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.

Rom 15:3 NIV





 

Sunday, April 22, 2018

POETRY: About How The Bible Changes Us

Read the Bible everyday, read a variety of scriptures and watch the changes happen.

Subtle Changes


The Word molds.

The Word shapes.

Read the Word,

And you'll never have to try

To be good.

You will evolve,

Into a thing of beauty

Before God.
 
~ SJ Holland ~



Sunday, November 27, 2016

POETRY: Wonderful Words


Wonderful Words

 

I study your Word.

It's lovely to me,

Though sharp, and cutting, and true.

 

It brightens my path,

And straightens it too.

It turns my gray skies to blue. 

 

~ SJHolland ~

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

POETRY: A Great Day Of Faith



It started with God, and coffee, and me.
Oh, what a day it was slated to be.
So full of faith, abounding with hope.
No reason to wonder, worry or mope.

Fear was the first to be tackled down.
No more fear would be coming 'round.
Worry was next, a quick exit to make.
Hopelessness exited in its wake.

Waiting to fill up my spirit with love,
All for the sake of sweet Jesus above,
God's Holy Spirit gave comfort to me.
Oh, what a day it was slated to be!

~ SJ Holland ~

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Sunday, October 11, 2015

Enjoy Each Blessing Fully


Have you ever thought to yourself that if a certain blessing had just come back at the time when you really needed it, it would have been better? Do you sometimes choose to put the use of a blessing on hold until what you feel would be a better time to enjoy it? Ever tried to wait and collect the blessings that you feel go together, before you take pleasure in and use them?

Well, lately I've thought like that, and even often before lately. It seems that many things in my life did not happen when I wanted them to. When I feel that I really wanted and needed some things, the acquiring of them alluded me. They say that God may not come when you want him to, but he's always right on time. I have to say that my years of experience with him has proven that, despite what I may feel at times of sadness and distress.

Though I can't say that I've gotten all that I've wanted, yet, or that all has happened when I most needed it to, God has greatly blessed me in many ways. Those blessings came exactly when they should have, because God makes no mistakes and his plans are always perfect. This is what the Word, the Holy Bible, tells us, and this is what I choose to believe.

So I was standing at the coffeepot, thinking about something or another that I was considering putting on hold, or feeling that I had to wait for something else before I could enjoy it. Then I thought "No! God's blessings don't come to be saved. They don't appear to be stored up. They don't happen to be banked. They happen to be utilized and enjoyed as they manifest." God is not in the storage business. He's in the immediate-use business, the acquire-it-as-you-need-it business, the demand-and-supply business. My new poem then sprang to mind. Allow it to inspire you to live fully each day, draining out each blessing as God sends them your way.

It seems to me that rarely
Do they come along on time.
We want to get one blessing
So another can align.

It seems that life is often
Just a waiting game you see.
We wait for this to happen,
Then we feel that we can be.

But rarely does it happen
That our blessings fall in line,
With what we want to happen
In our fairly finite minds.

For God is of the infinite,
The infinite is Him.
And though we may think otherwise
His plans are not a whim.

His plans are not haphazardly
Patched up to make our lives.
The blessings when they happen
Are on time and God-devised.

Don't try to re-arrange them,
Choosing pleasure in just some.
Enjoy each separate blessing
To the fullest, as they come.


~ SJ Holland ~

Happy Autumn!


Poem: (c)2015 SJ Holland
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Sunday, December 14, 2014

Poetry: The Weaver


My life is but a weaving,
between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors,
He worketh steadily.

Ofttimes He weaveth sorrow,
and I in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I, the underside.

Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver,
In the pattern He has planned.



by Grant Colfax Tullar
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From Faith, Prayer & Tract League
Grand Rapids, MI

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Sunday, October 26, 2014

Poetry: Reasons And Seasons


When your burdens heavy laden
From the cares you find in life,
And you cannot find a reason
For your troubles and your strife,
When it feels you go in circles
And at times you walk in place,
And your tears flow like a river
As they each run down your face,

You must know you're not alone there
In your place of tears and pain,
And the burdens you now carry
Are not carried all in vain.
For there's reasons and there's seasons
To the mysteries in life,
There's sowing and there's growing
Through our happiness and strife.

We're shaped and rearranged
With each burden that we bear,
A hard heart now made softer
One that understands and cares.
And though your pain seems now in vain
On this journey we call life,
Soon you'll look back and you'll realize
There were reasons for your strife.

A lesson learned, a different view,
We're growing all the time,
You need only search within your heart
And a reason you will find.

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Gina Laurin
©38173-D Come Follow Me, New Hope Books, A Salesian Missions Publication

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