Poetry: GOD'S SUN

GOD'S SUN

I love to see the sun come in
And light my way to happy thoughts.
I'm happier than I've ever been,
When sunlight shines and rain is nought.

For though I love a rainy day,
And Autumn's gray day I adore,
The sun is lovely I can say.
I feel as I have said 'afore.

It sparkles in the brightening morn'.
The shadows sharp upon the grass.
Another sunny day is born.
With hopeful joy and faith en masse.

***

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Poetry: WITHOUT HIM NEVER WANT TO BE

WITHOUT HIM NEVER WANT TO BE

I know the Lord, I know the Lord!

My spirit jumps for joy!

I know the Lord, I know the Lord!

And death has been destroyed.

For God's the very heart of me.

I love him evermore.

Without him never want to be.

I know the Lord, oh joy!

***

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Poetry: THE DEAR DELIVERER

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.

***

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

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Poetry: Everlasting Nature

EVERLASTING NATURE

I have beautiful mornings with you.

As I sit quietly and watch,

Nature abounds.

For you and nature are one.

You created the beauty of nature

And it is everlasting and eternal.

It comes from you

And never ends.

My love for nature will never end.

One day I will enjoy it upon

The shores and hills and fields

Of a pristine Heaven and earth,

The way you meant it to be.

Everlasting nature.

Everlasting God.

Everlasting joy.

***

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Poetry: I Love Your Word

I LOVE YOUR WORD

I love your Word.

What can I say

About the fears

It does allay.

Your Word is sweet,

A joy to me.

I eat and drink

Your Word with glee!

***

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Poetry: NO PROBLEM TO WORSHIP YOU

NO PROBLEM TO WORSHIP YOU

Oh, to worship you!

No problem!

To get on my knees is to

Feel the loving kindness

Of a Father

Who sacrificed his Son

For my redemption.

There was no reservation

Or exception,

For I was fully embraced

And brought into

The greatest kingdom

In existence.

I will reign with Christ.

So to worship you?

No problem!

***

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Poetry: Lord, How Sweet Is Your Word

LORD, HOW SWEET IS YOUR WORD

How sweet is your Word in suffering,

Though oft' the burden is great.

It feels unbearably frequent,

Such difficulty of late.

Your Word is a precious ointment,

Oft' applied in much duress.

Your Word is a pathway lamplight.

With your Word I make progress.

I read and feel much freedom.

A breath of joy I breathe.

I lose myself in scriptures,

Where found is sweet relief.

Your Word, I'll never shun it,

Though hurting hinders me.

The two-edged sword of sweetness

Is what I need from thee.

***

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

 

 

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

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 ~

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
 

 

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."

 

 

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