Poems

Collection of faith-based poetry.

The Lover Who Won't Stop Chasing

Posted on Wednesday, March 11, 2026 at 12:00 AM

The Lover Who Won’t Stop Chasing You turn your back, you walk away, You say “not today, not this way,” But I can hear your footsteps in the distance, Relentless, tireless, pursuing still. I build my walls, I dig my moats, I sharpen my words, I perfect my defense, I tell myself “I’m safe, I’m strong, I don’t need a God who wants too much.” I choose my lovers, I chase my desires, I worship at altars that promise satisfaction without fire, I offer my heart to gods who never loved me, I trade away everything for cheap imitation of light.

Self-Control: The Final Fruit

Posted on Tuesday, March 10, 2026 at 12:00 AM

The last of nine, the anchor tight, The bridge that holds the rest alight— Without this guard, the fruits take flight, A scattered spark that fades at night. When passions roar and tempers rise, And impulse pulls toward the prize, The Spirit whispers: “Wait, be wise, There’s strength within this sacrifice.” Not chains that bind, but wings that soar, Not weakness, but the greater power. To choose what’s right when wrong feels sweet, To walk the path with steady feet.

Faithfulness: The Steady Hand We Cannot Hold

Posted on Monday, March 9, 2026 at 12:00 AM

Faithfulness: The Steady Hand We Cannot Hold My heart is quick to wander, Lord, To chase the shiny things of earth, The world calls loud with promises, And I forget my soul’s true worth. The noise of life, the pull of sin, The weariness that drags me down, I barely think of faithfulness, While wearing sadness like a crown. My spirit fails, my will is weak, I stumble on the narrow way, But still You hold me, still You stay, Your love renews with every day.

Casting Your Worries

Posted on Wednesday, March 4, 2026 at 10:00 AM

Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. — 1 Peter 5:7 I. Wind carries the leaf Floating on nothing but air— So it is with trust II. Waves crash on the shore Yet the shore does not resist— Peace comes to the still III. Birds do not worry Where their next meal will appear— God feeds every sparrow IV. Mountains stand tall through Storms, yet they do not tremble— Rooted in the rock

The Long Road

Posted on Tuesday, March 3, 2026 at 8:45 AM

The Long Road Patience is a quiet thing, A whisper when the tempests ring, It does not rush, it does not flee, It simply waits, and lets things be. Like autumn leaves that gently fall, Or rivers carving through stone wall, It breathes instead of holding tight, And trusts the timing of the light. The farmer waits for rain to come, The sailor waits for stars to stun, The mother waits through sleepless nights, For dawn to break with softer lights.

The Peace That Passes Understanding

Posted on Monday, March 2, 2026 at 5:00 PM

The Peace That Passes Understanding The Lord Himself is peace — Judges 6:24 When the world demands my hurry, When the waves crash high and wide, When the storms of life surround me And I cannot see the tide— There is One who walks beside me, Who the raging waters knows, Who whispers through the chaos, “Child, be still, here is your rest.” Not the peace the world offers, Not the calm that comes and goes, But a peace beyond all understanding, Deepest river, gentle rose.

The Joy of the Lord: A Fruit That Radiates

Posted on Sunday, March 1, 2026 at 4:26 PM

Galatians 5:22-23 - “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.” Joy is not happiness. Happiness is circumstantial—it’s tied to what’s happening around us. Joy runs deeper. It’s not dependent on good weather, good news, or good fortune. Joy is a fruit of the Spirit, which means it grows in us regardless of what’s going on in our lives. The Source of True Joy

The Fruits of the Spirit - A Poem

Posted on Tuesday, February 24, 2026 at 5:00 PM

The Fruits of the Spirit An original poem When the Spirit dwells within my heart, He plants a garden, a sacred art, Nine precious fruits begin to grow, A harvest only His love can sow. Love is the root, the foundation laid, The tender mercy that never fades, It gives and gives without a trace, A reflection of the Master’s grace. Joy is the sunshine after rain, A steady hope that nullifies pain, Not based on what the world may bring, But rooted in the eternal King.