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Poems by Robert Hawkins

poem count: 60 | pages: 7 | first place: 6 times | second place: 8 times | finalist: 37 times
Isaiah 12 finalist in poetry contest
In that day you will say: “O LORD, I will praise You. Although You were angry with me, Your anger has turned away, and You have comforted me. Surely God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid. For the LORD GOD is my strength" . . . Isaiah 12:1

Proverbs 21 second in poetry contest
The king’s heart is like channels of water in the hand of the LORD; He turns it wherever He pleases. Every person’s way is right in his own eyes, But the LORD examines the hearts. Proverbs 21:1-2

Proverbs 1 finalist in poetry contest
Wisdom calls out in the street, she lifts her voice in the square; in the main concourse she cries aloud, at the city gates she makes her speech: “How long, O simple ones, will you love your simple ways? How long will scoffers delight in their scorn?"

Since Love Came Down
Some Christmas thoughts.

Lamentations finalist in poetry contest
I recently wrote poems for the five chapters of Lamentations. Here are excerpts of the first several stanzas for each of those poems.

Psalm 150
Let everything with breath praise the LORD!

Psalm 139 finalist in poetry contest
O LORD, You have searched me and known me. You know when I sit and when I rise; You understand my thoughts from afar. You search out my path and my lying down; You are aware of all my ways. Even before a word is on my tongue, You know . . . . Psalm 139

Psalm 115 finalist in poetry contest
Both of my most recent poems, Psalm 114 and Psalm 115, have alternating lines of 9 and 8 syllables; yet each of them forces the reader to read the poems with different cadences and rhythms. 35 more to go before I complete all 150 Psalms. Praise God!

Psalm 114
When Israel departed from Egypt, the house of Jacob from a people of foreign tongue, Judah became God’s sanctuary, and Israel His dominion. The sea observed and fled; the Jordan turned back; the mountains skipped like rams, the hills like lambs. Ps 114