Latest Poems
Here you will find poems about God, faith and many other topics dear to Christians.
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"Correlation"
This poem makes a parallel of God's intervention with both the Israelites and the Gentile Nation of today.
This poem makes a parallel of God's intervention with both the Israelites and the Gentile Nation of today.
Our Refuge
The shadow of His wings is spoken of in Ps. 91:4. The beam and mote herein is from Matt. 7:3. The altar's horns are spoken of in I Kings 1:50-53. The Gospels tell of Christ's crucifixion. Believers are referred to as Christ's Bride in Revelation.
The shadow of His wings is spoken of in Ps. 91:4. The beam and mote herein is from Matt. 7:3. The altar's horns are spoken of in I Kings 1:50-53. The Gospels tell of Christ's crucifixion. Believers are referred to as Christ's Bride in Revelation.
by Raydene Nash
God Must Not Exist
The top argument made by most unbelievers is: "How can a loving God allow the evils of this world to happen, much less go on?" That was me, years ago. But God gave me my answer. An answer that my heart was WILLING to accept. The heart must be willing.
The top argument made by most unbelievers is: "How can a loving God allow the evils of this world to happen, much less go on?" That was me, years ago. But God gave me my answer. An answer that my heart was WILLING to accept. The heart must be willing.
by Mark Spencer
The Truth
Truth is something that every soul must face. For denial of it's bite is the denial of the one who embodies it! This is the oil that fills the lamp of preparation. Without it, there is only darkness.
Truth is something that every soul must face. For denial of it's bite is the denial of the one who embodies it! This is the oil that fills the lamp of preparation. Without it, there is only darkness.
by Mark Spencer
Strong Legs
I've had some pretty harrowing near death experiences. I faced cancer, got shot at in the wee hours of the morning in front of a bar in Inglewood CA, was in a motorcycle accident at 70mph, and had a .45 held to my temple by a crazy ex-cop! I wasn't alone
I've had some pretty harrowing near death experiences. I faced cancer, got shot at in the wee hours of the morning in front of a bar in Inglewood CA, was in a motorcycle accident at 70mph, and had a .45 held to my temple by a crazy ex-cop! I wasn't alone
by Mark Spencer
Evening Draws Nigh
You know how you tend to review or analyze your day as you are drifting off to sleep? This poem captures one of those times of reflection at day's end.
You know how you tend to review or analyze your day as you are drifting off to sleep? This poem captures one of those times of reflection at day's end.
by Beth Viera
It's not about me
I wrote this poem shortly after coming through recovery.Finding my faith and giving my life to Jesus.
I wrote this poem shortly after coming through recovery.Finding my faith and giving my life to Jesus.