Top Picks Poems
We sorted through the poems and listed here what we felt were the better ones.
A Cherished Treasure Made for a Purpose
God, our Creator, knit us in our mothers’ wombs and breathed life into each of us—we are His cherished treasures made for a purpose in His Perfect Plan.
God, our Creator, knit us in our mothers’ wombs and breathed life into each of us—we are His cherished treasures made for a purpose in His Perfect Plan.
WE WERE ONCE LIKE YOU
Long ago a vicar shared a personal story during a funeral service. i never forgot the story and this poem captures the essence.
Long ago a vicar shared a personal story during a funeral service. i never forgot the story and this poem captures the essence.
by Wale Adekoya
A Father's Blessing
This poems expresses the gratitude that a father has for his child - a gift - a blessing from our Heavenly Father.
This poems expresses the gratitude that a father has for his child - a gift - a blessing from our Heavenly Father.
Search Us – Look Through the Windows of Our Eyes
This poem speaks to Psalm 139: 23-24, NIV: "Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting."
This poem speaks to Psalm 139: 23-24, NIV: "Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting."
More Than a Glance
Sometimes we drift through our landscapes missing the true beauty of His grace.
Sometimes we drift through our landscapes missing the true beauty of His grace.
by Dave Mudford
Fair Dinkum
I realise that my Ausie Slang may not be acceptable. I am in my eighties and have battled with depression and with feelings that I have failed God chided me for my lack of faith and self-pity and reminded me of His grace and sovereign love.
I realise that my Ausie Slang may not be acceptable. I am in my eighties and have battled with depression and with feelings that I have failed God chided me for my lack of faith and self-pity and reminded me of His grace and sovereign love.
by John Zylstra