May Your light shine among man

Here is a poem praying for God's light to shine through humanity, interwoven with the scripture that inspires it.

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Let It Shine

Not in the blinding sun, or star's keen fire, But in the gentle grace of one who gives; Not in a distant,unapproachable spire, But in the love with which a neighbor lives.

Lord, may Your light shine among men, Let it break through our veil of night, A dawn that heals and makes us whole again, And turns our darkness into sight.

"You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden." (Matthew 5:14) Let us not hide this flame,this gracious spark, But set it on a stand for all to see— A beacon in the gathering dark, A guide to what is good and true and free.

May it shine in the hand that offers bread, In the quiet word that comforts fear and loss, In the shelter given,the kindness said, In the loving bearing of another's cross.

"Let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven." (Matthew 5:16) For it is not our own,this borrowed rays, But reflected glory,mercy's golden gleam. A glimpse of hope in all our clouded days, A waking from the selfish,lonely dream.

So let it shine, until all faces turn To see the Source,the everlasting Dawn. Until cold hearts within us learn to burn, And all the shadows of this world are gone.

"The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it." (John 1:5)

Shine through us, Lord. Amen.

God does not look at outward appearance but our heart.

Here is a poem for God, acknowledging that He sees beyond our outward appearance to the truth within our hearts, woven with supporting scripture.

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The Unseen Altar

I bring You words, a crafted prayer, I sing the hymns with practiced care. I bow my head when others see, But You,O God, look straight through me.

You see the tremor in the hand, The shifting stones on shifting sand, The quiet pride I cannot hide, The broken places deep inside.

"The Lord does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart."(1 Samuel 16:7)

I cannot cloak my silent shame, Or fan to life a faithless flame. You know the weight I truly bear, Behind the mask of"I am fair." You trace the contour of each fear, Each whispered doubt You hold it near.

So here I am, stripped bare and plain, No more to hide the stain or strain. This heart I offer—raw and real— For You to see,for You to heal.

"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."(Psalm 139:23-24)

You do not ask for grand displays, For perfect words or sunlit days. You ask for truth,however sore, A contrite heart,You ask for more.

"My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart you, God, will not despise."(Psalm 51:17)

So take this heart, Lord, make it new, And let it beat alone for You. For in the seeing,You impart The grace to change a human heart.

Bless and you will be Bless

Here is a poem of blessing, woven with the promises of scripture, offered as a prayer for you and for all.

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A Benediction in Verse

Before the dawn has touched the sky, Before a single prayer takes flight, May you feel the grace that’s ever nigh, And walk within the Lord’s great light.

"The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine on you(Num 6:24-25) In every step,in all you do, May His kind favor see you through.

When worries rise like stormy seas, And fear would shake your heart’s foundation, May you be stilled by words that ease, And find in Him your sure salvation.

"Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you."(1 Peter 5:7) His yoke is easy,His burden light, He guards your day and guards your night.

When the path is steep and strength is small, And you have given all you can, May you hear His gentle,certain call, And feel the touch of His strong hand.

"Those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength."(Isaiah 40:31) On eagle's wings you'll rise above, Upheld by His enduring love.

And in your times of joy and gain, When blessings flow and peace is deep, Remember from whom comes the rain, The promises He vows to keep.

"And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory."(Phil 4:19) For every good and perfect gift, Is from the Father’s hand,to lift.

So go in peace, and go in power, A blessed soul,by grace made new. He is your refuge and your tower, And He will faithfully bless you,too.

For it is written, and cannot be undone: "Give, and it will be given to you...(Luke 6:38) A measure pressed,and shaken through, God’s blessing will now rest on you."

Amen.

Transforming Sin to Purity

Here is a poem based on that powerful scriptural image of transformation from sin to purity.

The Alchemy of Grace

Transform me, Lord, from crimson red, The deep and stubborn stain of all I've done and said. This hue of guilt,this shade of shame, That speaks my failure,cries my name.

But Your word speaks a miracle, a dyer's art, A promise that can cleanse the most defiant heart: "Though your sins are like scarlet,"Your prophecy reads, "They shall be as white as snow,"as the wool of the lambs You lead.

Not by my scrubbing, my weary, futile fight, Can I ever turn this darkness into light. This is an alchemy only You can perform, A shelter for my soul within redemption's storm.

So apply the hyssop of Your mercy, let it pour, The cleansing flood from Calvary's core. Let the tide of grace,in its power and its breadth, Wash over me,this soul once red as death.

Make me whiter than the winter's purest snow, A field of forgiveness where new life can grow. A soul bleached clean by love's own precious blood, Restored,renewed, and reconciled to God.

And let this white not be a blank, an empty space, But a radiant canvas for Your mercy and Your grace. So all may see the change Your hand has wrought, A miracle of purity,so dearly bought.

Without Faith, You cannot Please God.

Here is a poem that reflects on the vital necessity of faith, anchored in the scripture from Hebrews.

The Pleasing Aroma

Without it, Lord, my best deeds are but dust, A tower of achievements,doomed to fall and rust. A noisy gong,a clanging, hollow sound, On shifting sand,a foundation unsound.

But "without faith it is impossible to please God," So says the word Your truth has firmly shod. This is the lens through which You see the soul, The single currency that makes the broken whole.

Let my every breath be an act of trust, A surrender of my logic to Your promise just. When fear would have me build a case so clear, Let me choose belief,and make my footing here.

For faith is the hand that reaches through the veil, That trusts the anchor when the senses fail. It pleases You not because it has the sight, But because it holds Your hand in the deepest night.

Pleasing You is not in what my eyes can see, But in the whispered,"Lord, I trust in Thee." When the offering seems small,the future dim, My faith,a fragile flame, is pleasing unto Him.

So take my doubt, my need to understand, And graft me to the Vine,secure by Your hand. Let my life be a pleasing sacrifice,ablaze, Not built on my own sight,but on Your faithful ways.

Freedom in Christ

Here is a poem about the profound freedom found in Christ, illuminated by scripture.

The Liberating Chain

I sought a freedom, wild and vast, To break the chain and hold it fast. A right to choose my own design, A kingdom built on"what is mine." But that wide road,for all its space, Led to a more confined,dark place.

Then came Your word, a startling sound, Where true emancipation's found: "For where the Spirit of the Lord is now, There,my soul, is freedom." This was how The chain that bound me to my sin Was broken from without,within.

You said, "The truth will set you free," And in that light,I finally see— My liberty was not a key To unlock every desire for me, But to be freedfrom my old night, And freedfor what is good and right.

I am your slave, and yet, I'm free, Ransomed by grace,uniquely. "No longer bound to law's demand," But led by Your compassionate hand. The"law of Spirit, life in Christ," Has paid the debt,sufficed the price.

So let me walk this newfound way, Not as a slave,but as a child who may Approach the throne with confidence, Clothed in Your righteous recompense. This is my freedom,bold and deep— A yoke that's easy,a law I keep Not out of fear,but love's release, In Christ,my everlasting peace.

The idle mind is the work of the devil

Here is a poem that explores the spiritual danger of an idle mind, grounded in scriptural truth.

The Vacant House

They say an idle mind is the devil’s workshop ground, A vacant house where shadows creep without a single sound. Where every unlocked door of thought,untended and unused, Becomes a place where wickedness can stand,and be amused.

For You did not create the soul for passive, empty rest, But for a sacred purpose,to be fervent and possessed. “Be steadfast,immovable,” Your holy word declares, And“work with all your heart,” for it’s for Christ the soul prepares.

When silence is not peace, Lord, but a lazy, barren plain, The enemy sows tares of fear,of vanity, of pain. He finds seven spirits worse to occupy the space, A heart swept clean but left unguarded by Your truth and grace.

So let my mind be occupied, a workshop for Your hand, A field for sowing goodness from the riches of Your land. Let every moment be employed,in prayer or in your praise, To fill the hours with purpose and to walk in all Your ways.

“Whatever you do,” in word or deed, to glorify Your Son, Let this be my one constant work,until the day is done. And guard my heart with armor,every moment, lest it be An idle field for evil—keep it occupied by Thee.

Forgive me, Lord.

Here is a poem of penitence and hope, woven with the threads of scripture.

Mercy's Tide

Forgive me, Lord, for I have known the way, And yet I chose to turn and walk alone. My heart,a heavy stone, has gone astray, A king who built his kingdom on a throne of bone.

Create in me a clean heart, O my God, As once You spoke to David in his shame. Restore the joy that sin had sought to rob, And let my spirit praise Your holy name.

Let mercy find me, like the returning son, Stumbling home,ashamed and sorely pressed. Not by my worth,but by Your will be done, To clothe my rags in righteousness and rest.

Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow, A prayer You answered for the broken and poor. Beyond the guilt that I have come to know, Let me stand forgiven at grace's door.

For though my sins are scarlet, deep and red, You promise they shall be as wool and snow. Upon the cross,Your precious blood was shed; The debt I could not pay,You ceased to owe.

So I arise, and go to my Father's house, No longer slave,but called again "My child." Forgiven,free, by Your redeeming vows, By mercy reconciled,by love beguiled.

Lord, May your hand upon this life of mine.

 Of course. Here is a poem woven with the scriptural theme of God's guiding hand.

Your Hand Upon This Life

May Your hand be upon me, firm and yet kind, The mark of the Potter on this yielding clay. Shape me and form me,to Your perfect mind, And guide all my footsteps along the narrow way.

Be the hand of the sculptor, carving the stone, Chiseling away what should not remain. Until in this temple,You claim for Your own, Your image,unclouded by self-serving stain.

Be the hand of the scribe, writing Your law Not on cold tablets,but deep on my heart. Let every beat echo with reverence and awe, A living epistle,set daily apart.

Be the hand of the father, steady and sure, That teaches the child their first halting step. Making my walk in Your promises pure, A path from Your wisdom I'll never misstep.

Be the hand of the healer, tender and balm, That touches the wound and makes brokenness whole. In the midst of the storm,be my infinite calm, Restoring the joy and the song to my soul.

So let it be written in mercy and grace, This life held secure in the grip of Your own. Until I behold You,at last, face to face, And know by Your hand,I was never alone.

My Lord, You are my Protector.

Here is a poem inspired by that sentiment, weaving together the imagery of a protector found throughout scripture.

My Keeper, My Stronghold

Not by a pillar of cloud, nor fire’s fierce light, Not in a whirlwind,or the terror of night, But in the quiet,the deep of the breast, You are my Protector,my haven of rest.

You are the rock in a weary, dry land, The firm,steady grip of a merciful hand. The wall built around me,a fortress unseen, The guard at my gate,where Your promises lean.

You are the shepherd, and I am the sheep, Who wakes from fear’s shadow to slumber so deep. Your rod is my comfort,Your staff is my guide, In pastures of grace where my soul can abide.

You are the wing, the great shadowing dove, Beneath which I hide in Your feathers of love. A shield in the battle,a sword for the fight, My song in the darkness,my morning’s new light.

So let the earth tremble, let mountains be moved, My heart is held fast,by a covenant proved. For written in promise,in scripture’s true word, My Protector is God—and my voice will be heard.

My Lord, Please lighten my path.

Here is a poem from a seeking heart, asking for guidance through sacred words.

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O Keeper of the Stars and Script, This path of mine is dark,unkempt. The shadows stretch,the way is steep, I pray a promise You will keep.

So lighten now my weary tread With words of life,by prophets said. A lantern for my stumbling feet, A truth that makes my journey sweet.

Let every verse a candle be, Illuminating what I see. Not just the stone before my shoe, But the grand path I'm meant to walk through.

When Psalms are kindled, let their glow The secret of Your mercy show. When Proverbs speaks with wisdom's flame, Please etch its light upon my aim.

And when the greater Word takes hold, A story of love bravely told, Let it become a rising sun, And all my doubt is overcome.

For I need more than just a spark To pierce the overwhelming dark. I need a dawn,a constant ray— Your holy text to guide my way.

So light my path with scripture, Lord, This perfect,everlasting cord. Until my journey finds its end In You,my Author and my Friend.

Deliverance Prayer

Here is a poem of deliverance, a prayer to God, woven with the promises of Scripture.

A Cry for Deliverance

From depths unseen, from chains that bind, The fears that haunt my troubled mind, From ancient wounds that still hold sway, I cry to You,my God, today. “Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord!”(Psalm 130:1)

Tear down the walls the enemy built, On foundations of deceit and guilt. Let every stronghold lose its power, In this,my desperate hour. “For the weapons of our warfare are not of the flesh but have divine power to destroy strongholds.”(2 Corinthians 10:4)

Break off the yoke, snap every cord, By the authority of Christ,my Lord. Let captives,now in You, be free, As You have promised faithfully. “It is for freedom that Christ has set us free; stand firm, therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery.”(Galatians 5:1)

Let Your light pierce the darkest night, Expose the wrong,make right the right. Be a fire that purges,refines, And clearly marks the boundary lines. “But if I drive out demons by the finger of God, then the kingdom of God has come upon you.”(Luke 11:20)

I stand upon the Solid Rock, No more to dread the enemy’s knock. Your blood,a seal upon my soul, Has made me miraculously whole. “So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.”(John 8:36)

I take Your helmet, shield, and sword, The living,sharp, and powerful Word. I speak Your truth against the lie, And watch the fleeing foe defy. “Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”(James 4:7)

You are my Deliverer, my might, My passage through the sea of night. You split the waters,made a way, For me to see the dawn of day. “The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer.”(Psalm 18:2)

So I declare that I am free, By Your great love that ransomed me. This prayer,a shout of victory won, By You,my God, the Holy One. “ ‘I will deliver you out of the hand of the wicked, and redeem you from the grasp of the ruthless.’ ”(Jeremiah 15:21)

God's Protection from evil.

Here is a poem for God's protection from evil, anchored in the power of Scripture.

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The Fortress and The Shield

O God, my Fortress and my Shield, My stronghold in the battlefield, The evil one,he prowls and preys, In subtle shades and endless ways. “Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.”(1 Peter 5:8)

But I am hid in Christ, my Rock, A sheltered soul within the flock. No scheme of hell can breach this wall, No whispered lie,no venomous call. “No weapon that is fashioned against you shall succeed, and you shall refute every tongue that rises against you in judgment.”(Isaiah 54:17)

I raise the shield of faith this hour, Resisting Satan's fleeting power. Your Word,the Spirit's mighty sword, Cuts down each dark and lying word. “In all circumstances take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil one.”(Ephesians 6:16)

Your angels camp around my way, A heavenly guard by night and day. They bear me up,lest I should fall, They heed Your sovereign,gracious call. “For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways.”(Psalm 91:11)

I plead the blood of Christ, the Lamb, The great I AM,the great I Am. That perfect sacrifice applied, Where sin and darkness flee and hide. “They have conquered him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony.”(Revelation 12:11)

So let the accuser rage in vain, His threats are loss,my soul is gain. For You have won the victory, And in Your promise,I am free. “But the Lord is faithful. He will establish you and guard you against the evil one.”(2 Thessalonians 3:3)

You are my keeper, strong and true, My peace,my hope, my refuge through. From every evil soul and snare, I rest,eternally, in Your care. “The Lord will keep you from all evil; he will keep your life.”(Psalm 121:7)

My Lord,You are everything in the world to me.

Here is a poem to God, woven with the truth of Scripture, expressing that He is everything.

My Everything

Before the dawn first learned to break, Before my soul its form did take, You were the Word upon the deep, A promise You were sworn to keep. “In the beginning, God…”the start, The rhythm of this breathing heart.

You are the Sun, my morning light, That scatters shadows of the night. You are the Bread,the living Word, The sweetest song my soul has heard. “I am the light of the world,” You said, And raised this weary,sleeping head.

You are the Vine, and I the branch, In every hour,in every chance. My source of life,my strength, my root, The everlasting,solid Truth. “Apart from me, you can do nothing,” You are the hope in all my striving.

You are the Shepherd, I’m Your own, I’ve never walked this path alone. Your rod and staff,they comfort me, And guide me to eternity. “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want,” In verdant fields,by streams, I’m planted.

You are the Rock on which I stand, Firm in the storm,on shifting sand. You are the Fortress,strong and high, A refuge where my fears can die. “The Lord is my rock, my fortress…” In You alone,my soul finds rest.

You are the Alpha and Omega, The start and finish of my saga. The Author of my faith’s sweet story, My present hope and future glory. “For from him and through him and to him are all things,” You are my King,the King of kings.

So be the All in all of me, As near as breath,as vast as sea. My beginning and my end, My dearest Father,truest Friend. For“in him we live and move and have our being,” You are my everything,my seeing.

Lord, Thank you for saving the weak in Spirit

Here is a poem inspired by that opening line.

You come for the weak in spirit

You come for the weak in spirit with scripture, Not carved on stone,nor on a gilded page, But in the silence after the last tear falls, On the blank,white field of a soul’s deep winter.

Your word is the breath that fogs the cold glass, A promise whispered to the barren branch. It is the knot at the end of the rope,grown strange And soft,a root to hold when all else is passing.

You come not with a legion’s trumpet blast, But with the weight of a hand on a shaking shoulder, The scripture of presence,older than language, Written in the pulse where two shadows meet.

For the heart hollowed out by its own beating, You are the echo that answers back,“I am here.” For the mind lost in its own frantic city, You are the north star,dim but unwavering.

You come for the weak, not to make them strong, But to be the shore for their ceaseless tide, The quiet verse at the center of the storm, The single,steadfast syllable: Home.

Praises to God's name

Here is a poem that praises the names of God, each one anchored in the scripture that reveals it.

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Your Name is a Fortress

I cannot speak the singular Name that holds the stars in place, The burning,timeless, I AM, surrounded by holy space. But in Your mercy,You have come, and many names You give, So my frail heart,though struck and dumb, may learn to look and live.

Yahweh-Yireh, my Provider, on the mount You see my need, You give the ram among the thorns,the grace for which I plead. My every lack is fully known in Your unfailing sight, And You will be my bread alone,my everlasting light. (Genesis 22:14 – “So Abraham called that place The Lord Will Provide.”)

Yahweh-Rapha, my great Healer, to bitter waters bring Your tree, You touch the brokenness I feel and pour Your balm on me. You mend the fractures of the soul,the sickness and the sin, And in Your touch,I am made whole, and new life breathes within. (Exodus 15:26 – “…for I am the Lord, who heals you.”)

Yahweh-Nissi, my Banner, raised high above the fray, When conflict comes and fears arise,You are my battle's way. The victory is Yours alone,my champion and my shield, In Your triumphant name,I'm known, my destiny is sealed. (Exodus 17:15 – “Moses built an altar and called it The Lord is my Banner.”)

Yahweh-Shalom, my perfect Peace, in chaos and in dread, You stand within my trembling court and speak Your calm instead. You are the wholeness,the relief, the end of every war, The quiet center of my grief,my ever-open door. (Judges 6:24 – “So Gideon built an altar to the Lord there and called it The Lord Is Peace.”)

Yahweh-Rohi, my good Shepherd, through the valley's darkest shade, Your rod and staff,they comfort me; I will not be afraid. You lead to pastures green and still,You know Your servant's voice, And guard me by Your sovereign will,and make my heart rejoice. (Psalm 23:1 – “The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.”)

El Shaddai, God All-Sufficient, the Mountain-One, Almighty Lord, Your promise is my certain hope,Your covenant, my cord. You are enough when I am not,Your power my surety, The source of every blessed thought,for all eternity. (Genesis 17:1 – “I am God Almighty; walk before me faithfully and be blameless.”)

Abba, Father, my dear Daddy—the Spirit breathes the cry, That I,a child, may run to You, and on Your love rely. No other name so breaks my chains,so stills my deepest fear, It tells my heart that Love remains and holds me ever near. (Romans 8:15 – “The Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by him we cry, 'Abba, Father.'”)

So let me learn each holy name, a stronghold in the storm, Each one a facet of the Flame,a revelation warm. For in Your names,I see Your heart, a love I can't contain, And in their truth,I have my part, and find my rest again.

Amen.

Kneeling Down before the Throne of God

Here is a poem that weaves together the act of kneeling in prayer with the strength and comfort found in scripture.

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Before the Throne

I kneel upon the quiet earth, as shadows gently fall, No mighty prayer of epic worth,a whispered, humble call. The weight I carry in my chest,the questions in the deep, I lay them down to find my rest,while angels vigil keep.

My knees press down on promises I read within Your Word, On every truth Your hand has penned,on every prayer heard. I kneel upon the solid Rock,on "I will never leave," On"Cast on Me your every shock, and in My love believe."

I kneel upon the Mighty Name above all other names, The One who bears the sin and shame,who hell's own power tames. I kneel upon the prophet's cry,the psalmist's joyful tear, The gospel hope that cannot die,the banishing of fear.

This posture is not one of weak surrender to the night, But bending to the Strong and Meek,to everlasting Light. It is the place where pride must cease,where I admit my need, And find in holy humility,a strength for which I plead.

For every time I bow my head, and every time I kneel, I'm met by words You've written,by a grace that is so real. You answer with the scripture—a balm,a sword, a sound— Not just in words upon a page,but in the God they crown.

So I will kneel, and I will read, and I will seek Your face, And find my soul,in word and deed, held fast by boundless grace. For on my knees,upon Your Word, I am not low, but raised, And found by You,my soul is stirred, and hopelessness is phased.

Amen.

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Key Scriptures Weaved Into the Poem:

· "I will never leave" - Hebrews 13:5 ("...God has said, 'Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.'")

· "Cast on Me your every shock" - 1 Peter 5:7 ("Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.")

· "The Mighty Name" - Philippians 2:9-10 ("Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow...")

· "The solid Rock" - Psalm 18:2 ("The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge...")

· "A strength for which I plead" - Philippians 4:13 ("I can do all this through him who gives me strength.")

· "A sword" - Hebrews 4:12 ("For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword...")

· "Boundless grace" - Ephesians 1:7 ("In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace.")

My Lord, You are the alpha and omega

Here is a poem for God, our First and Last, anchored in His scripture.

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The Alpha and The Omega

Before the world drew its first breath, Before the silence knew its depth, You were. The uncreated thought,the great I AM, The first note of eternity's grand psalm. You are my First,my source, my genesis, The foundation of all that is or was.

“I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God, “who is, and who was, and who is to come, the Almighty.” (Revelation 1:8)

You are the author of my story's start, The first true echo in my infant heart. The first love that whispered I was known, The first solid rock my faith has known. Before my form,You saw me whole, And wrote my name upon Your scroll.

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart...” (Jeremiah 1:5)

And when the final chapter closes, When time surrenders to the ages, You will be. The Last Word spoken,the final amen, The hope of heaven for the souls of men. You are my Last,my end, my rest, My haven and my welcome guest.

“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.” (Revelation 22:13)

When earthly lights begin to fade, And all the worlds that man has made, You stand. The constant in the great unknown, Upon Your throne,and You alone. The journey ends within Your hand, The shore of my promised land.

So hold me in this fleeting present, This vapor between the past and nascent. For every step from first to last, Is cradled in Your hand held fast. My beginning,my end, my future, past, My First and Last,while ages last.

Lord, Lord: You are my Eternal Sunshine.

Here is a poem weaving together the beloved sentiment of "You Are My Sunshine" with the eternal light of Scripture.

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My Eternal Sunshine

The world sings a simple, tender tune, Of a sunshine that banishes the gray. But my soul knows a brighter,warmer noon, That turns even the darkest night to day. You are my sunshine,Lord, my constant light, The dawn that breaks upon my deepest sleep. You drove the shadows out with glorious might, And a promise You are faithful still to keep.

“The Lord is my light and my salvation—” A psalm I whisper when the fears draw near. “—whom shall I fear?”In every situation, Your brilliant radiance displaces fear. (Psalm 27:1)

You are the sun that never knows its setting, No cloud of doubt can truly hide Your face. In love and grace my lonely heart is fretting, You find me always in my hiding place. You are the star that guided seeking men, A fixed and faithful beacon,burning true. You light the path,and then light it again, To show my wandering heart the way to You.

“I am the light of the world.” You declared, “Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness.” In Your brilliant truth,my brokenness is bared, Then mended by the kindness of Your brightness. (John 8:12)

So let the simple melody be true, But known in depth the world has never known. My sunshine is the One who made the morning new, And calls me,His own child, to come home. For no earthly sun can promise never to depart, But Your light is forever,sealed upon my soul. The sunshine of Your presence in my heart, Is the great I AM who makes the broken whole.

“The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and the Lamb is its lamp.” (Revelation 21:23)

You are my sunshine, my eternal dawn. The Word that spoke the first light into birth. The darkness is gone. The darkness is gone.

My Lord, I cry to you

Here is a poem crafted from that powerful opening line.

I Cry to You

I cry to You with sackcloth, with scripture, With every frayed and blackened thread of faith That binds this aching heart.I bring the fracture, The bitter psalm,the plea that circles wraith-like In the hollow of my night.

I cry to You with verses worn and thumbed, With ink-stained promises I can't feel, In this ashen silence,deaf and dumbed, Prostrate before a throne that seems unreal— Begging for the touch of light.

The sackcloth scratches, a familiar pain, A truth more real than comfort's hollow lie. The ancient words like winter's driving rain, Are all I have to hold.I ask not why, But only that You hear.

I cry with David's raw, unkempt despair, With Job's defiance rooted in the dust. Is any prayer more perfect than a bare And broken trust?

So take this offering of lack and lack, This scripture-chant against the closing dark. Until the rending of this sackcloth crack And from the silence,strike a single spark.

Amen.

Life of a Christian.

Here is a poem woven with scripture, reflecting on the journey of a Christian life offered to God.

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A Tapestry of Grace

This life I live, I live by faith in You, Not I,but Christ who dwells within, makes new. A vessel shaped by the Potter’s skilled hand, A fragile jar of clay upon this land. (Galatians 2:20, Jeremiah 18:6, 2 Corinthians 4:7)

The path is narrow, sometimes steep and dim, My light,a flicker, hinges straight on Him. Your Word,a lamp unto my stumbling feet, Your Spirit whispers,making truth complete. (Matthew 7:14, Psalm 119:105, John 16:13)

When weakness claims me, and my spirit fails, Your promise stands:when faint, Your strength prevails. In valleys shadowed,I will fear no ill, For You are with me;Your rod comforts still. (2 Corinthians 12:9, Psalm 23:4)

I strive to love, though love is not my own, To see the image of Your Son alone. In every face,the lost, the least, the small, To serve the King of Kings by serving all. (1 John 4:19, Matthew 25:40)

And when I stumble, caught in pride or fear, Your voice of mercy is the one I hear. You lift my head,remind me I’m restored, Forgiven,righteous, cherished by my Lord. (1 John 1:9, Romans 8:1)

So let my days be one long, breathing prayer, A fragrant incense rising in the air. Not my will,Father, but let Yours be done, Until my race is fought,my victory won. (1 Thessalonians 5:17, Philippians 4:18, Luke 22:42, 2 Timothy 4:7)

And on that day, when faith gives way to sight, I’ll see the source of all this borrowed light. And every thread of joy and pain will be A part of Your great tapestry for me. (1 Corinthians 13:12)

Lord, Please forgive my sin and inequity

Here is a poem of penitence and hope, woven with the threads of scripture.

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A Penitent's Plea

Lord, forgive me for my sin, This heavy weight I hold within. This crooked path my feet have trod, Have mercy,oh my God.

My heart, a well of troubled thought, With battles fought and lessons bought. I come to You,for You have said, (In1 John 1:9), my soul is led: “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just And will forgive our sins, and cleanse from all unrighteousness.”

Forgive my iniquity, that ancient stain, The prideful urge to seize the reign. A broken spirit,my only plea, For thus You have required of me. A sacrifice You won’t despise, (As written inPsalm 51:17), You see the tears that fill my eyes: “My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart you, God, will not despise.”

Create in me a new, clean heart, A fresh and righteous place to start. Restore the joy I knew before, And grant Your grace forevermore. As once You promised through the prophet’s word, (A vow inEzekiel 36:26 heard): “I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.”

Let not my past define my soul, But let Your mercy make me whole. For there is now no condemnation, Through Christ,my hope and sure foundation. This truth inRomans 8:1 stands secure, A promise ever strong and pure: “Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.”

So I arise, by grace set free, To walk the path You have for me. Not by my strength,but by Your hand, To in Your holy presence stand. My sin,though red, is white as snow, For this,Isaiah 1:18 tells me so: “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.”

Amen.

You are the vine, I am your branches: Abide in me and i in you.

Here is a poem inspired by John 15, weaving its core themes and scripture into verse.

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The True Vine

I am the Vine, the Father’s own design, The source of life,the branches—you are Mine. Apart from Me,no fruit can you impart, No tender leaf can grow,no work of heart.

The Gardener comes with eyes of holy fire, To lift the branch that bears His desire. And every one that does not bear the fruit, He takes away,He lops it from the root.

But you, clean-pruned by every truthful word, (Though sharp the cut,the promise surely heard) Abide in Me,and let My life abide, A constant flow,a never-ebbing tide.

For as the branch cannot itself sustain, But draws its strength from sun and falling rain, So you,apart, can nothing truly do, But rooted in this Vine,your life is new.

“Abide in me, and I in you.” This is the command,the promise ever true. “As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself,” Unless it dwells upon the living shelf.

“If you abide in me, and my words in you,” Then ask,and it will be given, fresh and new. My Father is glorified when fruit appears, And you prove you are My disciple through the years.

“As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you.” A boundless,deep, and ever-faithful true. “Now abide in my love,”this sacred space, Found in the keeping of the Father’s grace.

I’ve told you this so My own joy you’ll own, A joy made full,a seed in you now sown. This is my command:“Love each other,” then, As I have loved and called you friend.

No servant greater than his Lord above, But I have made you known the Father’s love. You did not choose,but I have chosen you, Appointed you to bear the fruit that’s true.

A fruit that lasts, whatever may assail, So that the Father grants what you entail. This is the sum:“Love one another,” thus, For in this Vine,abiding, you are us.

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Scriptural References from John 15 (ESV):

· v. 1: “I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser.”

· v. 2: “Every branch in me that does not bear fruit he takes away, and every branch that does bear fruit he prunes, that it may bear more fruit.”

· v. 4: “Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me.”

· v. 5: “I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing.”

· v. 7: “If you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you.”

· v. 8: “By this my Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit and so prove to be my disciples.”

· v. 9: “As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Abide in my love.”

· v. 11: “These things I have spoken to you, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full.”

· v. 12: “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you.”

· v. 13: “Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.”

· v. 15: “No longer do I call you servants... but I have called you friends.”

· v. 16: “You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit and that your fruit should abide...”

I cried my tears and you dried it up for me.

Here is a poem based on that beautiful line, woven with the scripture that inspires it.

The Collector of Tears

I cried my tears, a bitter sea, That none but You,my God, could see. I thought they fell to earth,alone, On barren soil,on silent stone.

But You were there, with vessel near, To catch each drop of pain and fear. You did not scorn my broken state, Nor turn away,nor bid me wait.

You counted them, each one You knew, (As in Your book,Your word is true)* You bottled them,and gave me grace To find the strength to run this race.

You dried my eyes with mercy’s hand, And helped my trembling spirit stand. You showed me that the night would end, And on Your love I could depend.

For You who hung the stars above Is also God of tender love. The One who calmed the raging sea Stooped down to dry the tears for me.

Scriptural Foundations:

· Psalm 56:8: "You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book." (This is the direct inspiration for the "bottle" and "book" imagery).

· Revelation 21:4: "He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." (This is the promise of ultimate comfort and the source of "dried my eyes").

· Psalm 34:18: "The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit." (This speaks to God's presence in our pain).

· 2 Corinthians 1:3-4: God is described as "the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles."

How awesome Thou Art

Here is a poem based on the awe-inspiring nature of God as revealed in Scripture.

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How Awesome Thou Art

O God, who spoke the dark to blazing light, And called the stars to punctuate the night, Who set the sun to rule the golden day, And taught the eagle on the wind to play— The heavens are the workbooks of Your hand, A silent sermon sung throughout the land. The cosmos can’t contain Your majesty, Yet still You bend to hear the humble plea.

You are the Rock, eternal and unchanging, While generations turn,and worlds are ranging. A Consuming Fire,holy and austere, Before whom sin and pride dissolve in fear. A Fortress strong,a Shield, a mighty Tower, The source of everlasting peace and power. The Lion of Judah,roaring in His might, The Lamb who was slain,our everlasting light.

You paint the lilies in their fine array, You mark the sparrow fall along the way. You count the hairs upon each weary head, You break for us the bitter curse of bread. A Shepherd seeking one lost sheep to find, The Father running,merciful and kind. You trade our ashes for a crown of praise, And guide our footsteps through the darkest maze.

Who has measured the oceans in His palm? Or held the mountains in a perfect calm? Who calls each star by its appointed name? Whose righteousness a burning,holy flame? Yet You have chosen us to be Your own, To make our fragile hearts Your royal throne. You dwell not in a temple made of stone, But in the praises of the poor unknown.

So let the mountains bow, the seas resound, Let every creature on this hallowed ground— From deepest ocean to the highest peak— In awe and wonder,learn to softly speak: How awesome Thou art,how glorious and deep, You wake us from the slumbering of sleep. My soul now sings what reason cannot know, How awesome Thou art,whom I love and fear… and so, My strength,my song, my everlasting start, I yield my breath to You,who holds my heart.

Son of David, Have mercy upon me.

Here is a poem based on the powerful plea of the blind beggar in the Gospel, interwoven with the scripture that tells his story.

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A Cry from the Dust

(A Poem on Bartimaeus, Son of Timaeus)

The world was but a haze of sun, A shape of noise,and never done. I knew the heat upon the stone, The chill of being left alone. My name was“Beggar,” “Sightless one,” Beneath the weight of Jericho’s sun.

Then through the blur, a tremor ran, A shifting in the dust—a plan? The crowd’s dull roar became a shout: “Make way! He comes!”and left no doubt. And in my darkness,I began To see the Hope of Son of Man.

I had no coin, no worthy plea, No offering for His courtesy. Just one stark truth I could not hide: Have mercy upon me!I cried. I,son of David, called to Thee, Who else but Thou can make me see?

They hushed me then, “Be silent, fool!” To know my place,their rigid rule. But need breaks through the proudest wall, A drowning man must louder call. Against their scorn,I found the tool: I cried the more, “Son of David!”

And then… the universe stood still. The press of bodies felt a chill. The noise ceased its cacophony. He stopped.He spoke. They called for me. “Be of good cheer,”they said, “and rise, He calls you now.”Before my eyes

(Though yet unseeing) light was born. I cast my cloak aside with scorn— That cloak that caught the alms of men— I’d need no beggar’s cloth again. I rose to meet that glorious morn And stumbled toward Him,hope forlorn.

“What wilt thou that I should do?” He said. The words hung overhead. The question asked of all the blind, Of every suffering human kind. “Lord,”I breathed, “that I might see.” And in that space,He granted me

Not just the light of sun and dust, Not just a body’s simple trust, But sight to see the I AM there, The Answer to my desperate prayer. The first thing that my new eyes saw Was God,who speaks, and is the Law Of Love that stops and calls our name, And lifts the blind from sin and shame.

Scripture Reference (Luke 18:35-43, KJV):

And it came to pass, that as he was come nigh unto Jericho, a certain blind man sat by the way side begging: And hearing the multitude pass by, he asked what it meant. And they told him, that Jesus of Nazareth passeth by. And he cried, saying, Jesus, thou son of David, have mercy on me. And they which went before rebuked him, that he should hold his peace: but he cried so much the more, Thou son of David, have mercy on me. And Jesus stood, and commanded him to be brought unto him: and when he was come near, he asked him, Saying, What wilt thou that I shall do unto thee? And he said, Lord, that I may receive my sight. And Jesus said unto him, Receive thy sight: thy faith hath saved thee. And immediately he received his sight, and followed him, glorifying God: and all the people, when they saw it, gave praise unto God.

Deliver me from Evil hand.

Here is a poem for God's protection, a shield of words woven with His promises.

From the Fowler's Snare

The snare is set in shadows cast, A hidden wire,designed to last; A whispered lie,a tempting thought, A battle that must daily be fought.

I feel the pull, I know the lure, That promises a thing secure, But leads instead to pain and fall— O God,my Father, hear my call.

Deliver me from evil's hand, And from the snare the fowler planned. Be my fortress and my shield, My stronghold, on this battlefield. (Psalm 91:3, Psalm 144:2)

No weapon formed against me stands, I hide within Your mighty hands. This is my heritage and right, To stand secure within Your sight. (Isaiah 54:17)

I take the shield of faith today, To quench the arrows coming my way. The helmet of salvation's hope, To help my wandering spirit cope. And with the Spirit's swift, sharp sword, I wield Your everlasting Word. (Ephesians 6:16-17)

Submit to God, resist the foe, And he must flee, this much I know. Draw near to God, He'll draw to you— This promise is forever true. (James 4:7-8)

Guard my heart and mind in Christ, Your peace, a wall that will suffice To garrison my every thought, With healing truth that You have taught. (Philippians 4:7)

You are my rock, my hiding place, My certain and sufficient grace. So let the enemy devise— His plotted,promised terror dies Upon the cross,the empty grave— For You are mighty still to save.

Amen.

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A brief prayer to carry with you:

"Heavenly Father, I put on the full armor You have provided. I stand behind the shield of faith in Your Son, Jesus. I ask for Your divine protection over my mind, my heart, and my path today. Expose the hidden snares of the enemy and give me wisdom to avoid them. Thank you for being my deliverer and my strong tower. I trust in Your protection. In Jesus' name, Amen."

Discerning Heart from the Holy Spirit

Here is a poem for the discernment of the Holy Spirit, woven with the promises of Scripture.

The Discerning Heart

Not every voice that speaks is true, Not every path is meant to tread; The world is shouting,pulling me, A swirl of thoughts inside my head.

I need a light that is not mine, A wisdom from a higher source, To test the spirits,know Your will, And stay the true and steady course.

So, Guide me into all truth, I pray, For You are Spirit, sent to lead; You speak not of Yourself, but show The very words that I will need. (John 16:13)

Let me not lean on my own mind, So prone to error and to fear, But in all ways acknowledge You, And trust that You will make paths clear. (Proverbs 3:5-6)

For who can know a person’s thoughts? Except their own spirit within? So too, the depths of God are known By His Spirit, freeing me from sin. (1 Corinthians 2:11)

Grant me a spirit of wisdom, Of revelation, to know You well; **enlighten the eyes of my heart,** Your glory and my hope to tell. (Ephesians 1:17-18)

Let Your peace, that transcends all thought, Be the umpire in this heart of mine, To guard my choices, calm my fears, And in Your perfect will, define. (Colossians 3:15, Phil 4:7)

And when the voice of doubt draws near, Or cunning words seem full of light, Give me discernment to know the Lamb, And to recognize the wolf’s bite. (Matthew 7:15, 1 John 4:1)

For You have not left me alone, A stranger in a foreign land. You gave Your Spirit as my Guide, Held firmly in my willing hand.

So lead on, Spirit. I will listen. I will test,and I will wait. For the heart that seeks discernment, Finds its wisdom at heaven's gate.

Amen.

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A Brief Prayer:

Holy Spirit, my Helper and Guide, I ask for the gift of discernment today. Quiet the noise of my own understanding and the voices of the world. Lead me into all truth. Help me to recognize Your peace and to sense Your caution. Make me sensitive to Your promptings, that I may walk in the wisdom and light of Christ. Thank you for being my ever-present Teacher. In Jesus' name, Amen.

Create in me a Clean Heart

Here is a poem woven with scripture, a prayer for the pure heart only God can provide.

A Clean Heart

This heart of mine is not my own, A field where bitter seeds are sown. It strives for good,yet knows the stain, And cries for sun,and healing rain.

I ask not for a lighter load, But for a new and different road. I do not ask to forget the start, But,Father, create in me a clean heart. * (Psalm 51:10)

Wash me thoroughly from my guilt, And from my sin, declare me spilt. Purge me with hyssop, I shall be clean; Make me whiter than sunlit sheen.* (from Psalm 51:2,7)

For You do not desire sacrifice, A broken spirit You’ll not despise. A heart that’s broken, contrite, and low, O God, You will not overlook or forego.* (from Psalm 51:16-17)

Take from me this heart of stone, So cold and heavy and alone. And give me a heart made fresh and new, A heart of flesh, responsive to You.* (Ezekiel 36:26)

Let it be a wellspring of life, Free from the noise of inner strife.* (Proverbs 4:23) A heart whereYour law is deep within,  And victory over secret sinbegins. * (Psalm 37:31, 119:11)

Guard my heart, for all I do Flows from this well,making old things new. * (Proverbs 4:23) Let every thought and word impart The evidence of thisclean, new heart.

Amen.

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A brief prayer to carry with you:

"Lord, Your Word says You are near to the brokenhearted. I come to You now. I receive Your forgiveness through Jesus Christ. I ask You to do what only You can do: wash me, renew me, and place a steadfast spirit within me. Let my life flow from the clean heart You have given me. Thank you for Your grace that makes all things new. In Jesus' name, Amen."

Sinner's Plea

Here is a poem woven with scripture, a plea from a heart that knows its failings but trusts in a greater mercy.

A Sinner's Plea

This heart, a heavy, stubborn stone, A field of weeds that I have sown, Returns again to paths well-trod— I come to You,O merciful God.

I know the weight, the bitter cost, The very peace I have tossed Aside for dust—a hollow gain, A legacy of guilt and pain.

"Create in me a heart that's clean," (As David cried,once flawed and keen) "A steadfast spirit, make anew." (Psalm 51:10)—Let it start in me,in You.

The chains I clasp, though they are old, Are not as strong as I am told. "So if the Son has set you free," Your word declares,"then free you'll be." (John 8:36)—Break off the lock, This familiar,self-constructed stock.

I have not loved as I am loved, This selfish life,too-long approved. But"You are merciful, forgiv-ing," "Slow to anger, rich in lov-ing." (Nehemiah 9:17)—That truth I claim, And speak aloud my shameful name.

Not by my strength, for I have none, But by the victory Your Son Has won upon the cruel tree— "His blood now cleanses even me." (1 John 1:7)—The debt is paid, The foundation of my repentance laid.

So take this ash, this ruined thing, And let repentance now take wing— Not just a sorrow for the cost, But turning to what I had lost.

"Return to me," I hear You say, "And I will wash your sins away." (Acts 3:19)—I turn my face, And fall upon Your healing grace.

Amen.

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A brief prayer to accompany the poem:

Heavenly Father, the poem above is the cry of my heart. I acknowledge my sin and my inability to overcome it on my own. I claim the promises of Your Word—Your mercy, Your cleansing, and the freeing power of Jesus Christ. Please, create in me a clean heart today. Help me to not just feel sorry, but to truly turn away from my sin and toward Your love. Strengthen me by Your Spirit for the path ahead. In Jesus' name, Amen.

Remember: Repentance is a journey, not a single event. Be patient and kind to yourself as God works. Keep returning to these scriptures. He is faithful.

Lord, I have sin and fall short of your Glory.

Here is a poem that speaks to the feeling of falling short, woven with the scripture that brings hope.

A Tapestry Torn

I come with threads of flawed design, A tapestry of what is mine: The prideful stitch,the envious hue, The selfish acts I never rue. The words I spoke that caused such pain, Like acrid,unforgiving rain.

I have sinned and fall short of Your glory— This truth is at the core of my story. The standard set,a radiant height, My own attempts,a feeble light That flickers,fails, and fades away Before the breaking of the day.

This weight of "not enough" I bear, This constant burden of despair. For who can stand before the Throne With virtues of their own? The mirror of Your law reveals The brokenness my heart conceals.

But woven in this dark confession, A thread of divine intercession. A voice whispers the ancient verse, A blessing,not a curse: "For all have sinned," the words declare, Yet in the hopeless, heavy air, "And are justified freely by his grace Through the redemption that is in Christ's face."

The torn fabric, the marred creation, Finds its hope in this foundation: Not that I finally mend the seam, But in a mercy,like a stream That washes over every stain, Making the sinner whole again.

So I bring my fallen, shivering soul, And yield to You to make me whole. Not by my merit,but by Your Son, And the victory He has won. Cover my shortfall with Your grace, And let me see my Savior's face.

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The referenced scriptures woven into the poem are:

· "For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God" - Romans 3:23

· "and all are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus." - Romans 3:24

· The poem also alludes to the concept of grace as a gift (Ephesians 2:8-9) and the idea of being made new in Christ (2 Corinthians 5:17).

Pray to Your Father in secret and He will reward you openly.

Here is a poem based on the theme of Matthew 6:6, drawing from the scripture and related passages:

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**In Secret, He Sees**  

*Based on Matthew 6:6 and the Sermon on the Mount*  

In quiet rooms where doors are shut,  

Where whispers rise from humble dust,  

No trumpet calls, no prideful eyes—  

Just faith that seeks the hidden Prize.  

You need not shout on street corners loud,  

Nor weave your prayers like a crowded cloud,  

For He who counts the sparrow’s fall  

Hears every silent, pleading call.  

The hypocrite stands in open view,  

His reward is the applause of men, untrue.  

But you, oh child, in secret pray—  

Your Father sees, and He will repay.  

Not with the gold that fades away,  

Nor with the honors of a day,  

But with a light that never dies,  

And grace that fills the secret skies.  

For when you give with hands unseen,  

And pray where no one else has been,  

The God who dwells in mystery  

Will bless you with eternity.  

So close the door and kneel alone,  

Before the everlasting Throne.  

Your heart’s deep cry, He’ll not forget—  

In secret sown, in glory met.  

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### Key Scriptural Foundations:

- **Matthew 6:6**: *"But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you."*   

- **Matthew 6:4**: *"So that your giving may be in secret. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you."*   

- **Motivation and Reward**: The poem emphasizes that God’s reward is not earthly acclaim but eternal and spiritual blessings, reflecting the contrast Jesus draws between human approval and divine recognition .  

- **Humility and Secrecy**: The imagery of closed doors and hidden acts echoes Jesus’ teaching that genuine piety seeks God’s eyes alone, not human praise .  

This poem weaves together the themes of prayer, humility, and divine faithfulness, encouraging a faith that thrives in intimacy with God rather than public performance.

Genesis: The beginning

 Here is a poem based on the creation narrative of Genesis 1, weaving its language and majestic progression into a form of praise.

**Before the Foundation**

Before the first note, a silence deep,

A void without form, a restless sleep.

Then over the face of the dark, wild deep,

Your Spirit did hover, a vigil to keep.

You spoke. Not a shout, but a whisper of might,

“Let there be!”—and then shattered the night.

A light not of sun, but of Your own face,

To measure the darkness and give it its place.

You spoke again—a vault, vast and blue,

To separate waters, the ancient from new.

You called it the heavens, a canvas so wide,

For the brushstrokes of glory You had yet to provide.

A word, and the waters in chaos did swirl,

Then gathered in basins, a new-pearled world.

Dry ground from the deep, a birth from the foam,

You named it the Earth, its first, rightful home.

Then You looked on the dust, so barren and bare,

And whispered a life-song to float on the air.

A carpet of green, a fruit-bearing tree,

A garden of goodness, for all yet to be.

You spoke to the black, to the sunless domain,

And pinpointed the lights that lessen the strain.

The sun for the day, the moon for the night,

A dance of the seasons, a celestial light.

You filled the new waters with a shimmering race,

Great beasts of the deep in their liquid space.

You filled the new heavens with a feathery throng,

And taught them the shape of a jubilant song.

Then from the good earth, a louder call came,

The cattle, the creatures, each one with a name.

The prowling, the grazing, the great and the small,

A moving mosaic, completing it all.

And then, in the hush of the sixth evening’s breath,

You stopped, and You gathered the clay from the earth.

Not with a word, but with hands we can’t see,

You fashioned an icon, to look like You, to be free.

Your image, Your likeness, with spirit and soul,

To steward this world and make the parts whole.

Male and female, a reflection of grace,

To stand in Your garden and look on Your face.

You saw all You made, and the word was the same—

A thunderous, quiet, “It is good!” it came.

The symphony finished, the last chord was played,

And on the seventh, a foundation was laid—

A silence of rest, where Your glory still stays.

Lord Jesus, Name above all names.

 Of course. Here is a poem celebrating the wonderful name of Jesus, woven with the scripture that reveals its power and beauty.

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### The Name Above All Names

Before the world began, it was ordained,

A name above all other names, proclaimed.

Not born of mortal choice or human pride,

But from the heart of God, for us supplied.

This is the name the angels understood,

The whispered promise of all things made good.

In Bethlehem’s humility, it took its breath,

A weapon forged against the power of death.

**Jesus.** The angel said the word so clear,

“You are to give him this name, for He shall save

His people from their sins.” The life He gave

Would be the meaning that the world would hear.

**Yeshua.** Salvation. That is what it means,

The hope that intervenes, cleanses, redeems.

The name that was the answer to the cry

Of prophets who looked on with longing eye.

The name that makes the stumbling spirit whole,

The anchor and the compass of the soul.

At this name, every knee must one day bow,

In heaven above, and on the earth below.

Every tongue confess, in joyous fear,

That Jesus Christ is Lord—so crystal clear.

For God exalted Him to the highest place,

And poured on Him the riches of His grace.

**It is a shelter,** a strong and mighty tower,

The righteous run in, and are safe in peril’s hour.

**It is a key** that opens heaven’s door,

Whatever we ask in this name, we receive and more.

For we come to the Father through Him alone,

Presented and perfect, on His merit alone.

**It is a weapon** that makes the darkness flee,

“In Jesus’ name!” commands the enemy to flee.

A declaration that the battle’s won,

Through the finished work of the eternal Son.

**It is a healing balm,** a gentle sound,

That makes the lame to leap on solid ground.

“In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, walk!”

Is the authority behind the apostles’ talk.

What a wonderful name! The sweetest word we know,

The source of all our hope, the song we owe.

The name that calms our fears and dries our tears,

The name that echoes through the coming years.

Emmanuel, God with us, Prince of Peace,

Lion of Judah, whose reign will never cease.

Every glorious title finds its home

In the wonderful name of Jesus, and alone.

We speak it in our weakness and our praise,

This wonderful name, through everlasting days.

Amen.

Blood of Jesus

 Here is a poem that weaves together the scriptural themes of the blood of Jesus, its purpose, and its power.

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### Covenant in Crimson

Not the blood of goats, a temporary stain,

Nor a symbol, a metaphor, a weak refrain;

But a real and terrible, precious, and pure flood,

The very life of the incarnate God.

This is the blood the scripture holds so dear,

The scarlet thread from Genesis to here.

In the Garden, Your voice called out in the cool of day,

But Adam hid his shame, and turned away.

Then an animal fell, its skin a covering grace,

A first dark hint of blood in that holy place.

In Egypt’s night, a terrifying scene,

On lintel and doorpost, a mark of lamb’s blood, unseen.

“And when I see the blood,” You swore with might,

“I will pass over you, and spare you from the night.”

A promise of shelter, a covenant of dread,

Foreshadowing the true and perfect Lamb ahead.

Then on the Mount, the Law in fire gave,

And life for life was what the statute craved.

“Without the shedding of blood,” the words declare,

“There is no remission for sin’s despair.”

The altar ran red, year after year,

A constant reminder of guilt and fear.

But the prophets saw a day, a mystery profound,

A suffering Servant on whom our sins were found.

“He was pierced for our transgressions,” the ancient scroll told,

By His stripes, our story of healing would unfold.

Then He came.

In the cup of the Passover, He spoke it plain:

“This is my blood of the covenant, poured out for many,

For the forgiveness of sins.” Not a drop, not any,

Would be wasted. It was the promise, the seal,

The end of all offerings, the eternal, real deal.

On the hill of the skull, where the shadows grew long,

The final Passover Lamb, infinitely strong,

Said, “It is finished.” The veil was torn in two,

The blood of the cross made a way, wholly new.

No more to a temple, to an altar of stone,

But to a throne of grace, because of what He has done.

We overcome, Revelation’s song is sung,

“By the blood of the Lamb,” from a cleansed tongue.

So this is the blood, O God, we plead and recall:

The blood that answers for Adam’s fall.

The blood that speaks a better word than Abel’s cry,

Of mercy and grace, from a throne on high.

The blood that washes the darkest sin white as snow,

The blood that our worthless lives can make glow.

We have nothing to offer for the wrongs we have wrought,

But this, Father God, is the battle You fought.

We stand in its fountain, we hide in its flow,

This ancient, eternal, blood-stained Yes.

And we know.

Amen.

Sinner's Prayer

Here is a poem that functions as a sinner's prayer, woven with the promises and language of Scripture to offer both a heartfelt plea and the solid foundation of God's word.

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### A Sinner's Plea

This weight I carry, deep and old,

A story of rebellion told.

My heart, a stone, too cold to break,

For promises I chose to fake.

And yet, a whisper calls my name,

A spark against the sin and shame.

**"For all have sinned," I know it's true (Romans 3:23),**

And fallen short of glory due.

This debt I owe, I cannot pay,

No work of mine can wash away

The stain that marks my very soul,

That puts me far from Your control.

But then I hear the ancient plea,

**"Come unto Me..." You call to me (Matthew 11:28).**

You offer rest for weary souls,

Your love and mercy make me whole.

You did not wait for me to rise,

You saw the anguish in my eyes.

Upon a cross, the sinless Son,

**"It is finished!" the victory won (John 19:30).**

The perfect Lamb, the sacrifice,

Who paid for me the ultimate price.

Your side was pierced, the blood flowed down,

For lost and broken souls to crown.

So I confess with humble breath,

That You, O Christ, have conquered death.

I turn away from paths I've trod,

And place my trust in You, O God.

I open up this heart of stone,

**"Come in and dwell," make it Your throne (Revelation 3:20).**

I am not worthy, yet You said,

**"Though sins are red, like white as thread (Isaiah 1:18)."**

A clean heart create, make new my spirit (Psalm 51:10),

I claim the promise, I can hear it!

No longer slave, but called Your child (Romans 8:15-16),

By grace I'm saved, by love beguiled.

So take my life, this broken praise,

For all my new and endless days.

A sinner, saved, by mercy's art,

**"Write my name down" upon Your heart (Luke 10:20).**

This prayer I pray, my soul laid bare,

Held in Your promise and Your care.

Amen.

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### Key Scriptures Referenced in the Poem:

*   **Romans 3:23:** "For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God." (The acknowledgment of universal sin).

*   **Matthew 11:28:** "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." (The invitation from Christ).

*   **John 19:30:** "When he had received the drink, Jesus said, 'It is finished.' With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit." (The completion of the work of salvation).

*   **Revelation 3:20:** "Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me." (The promise of Christ's indwelling presence).

*   **Isaiah 1:18:** "Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool." (The promise of complete forgiveness).

*   **Psalm 51:10:** "Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me." (A prayer for inner transformation).

*   **Romans 8:15-16:** "The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by him we cry, 'Abba, Father.' The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children." (The new identity as a child of God).

*   **Luke 10:20:** "However, do not rejoice that the spirits submit to you, but rejoice that your names are written in heaven." (The assurance of eternal salvation).

Resist the Devil and he will flee.

 Here is a poem based on the powerful command from James 4:7, woven with other supporting scriptures.

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# Stand and See Him Flee: A Poem of Resistance

**Verse 1**

The serpent’s whisper, subtle, low,

A seed of doubt, a deadly glow.

He paints a lie with shades of truth,

To steal my peace and spoil my youth.

But in my heart, a stronger Word,

A promise spoken, clearly heard:

*“Submit yourselves, then, to God’s reign,*

*Then stand against the devil’s strain.”*

**Verse 2**

So in Your strength, I take my stand,

A soldier on the holy land.

My feet are shod with Gospel’s peace,

Your righteousness, my sure release.

I raise the shield of faith, so bright,

To quench the arrows of the night.

*“Resist him, standing firm in faith,”*

*And see him break, and flee in wraith.* (1 Peter 5:9)

**Verse 3**

I speak the Name above all names,

The fire that all his power tames.

“By Jesus’ blood, I am set free!

You have no rightful claim on me!”

The accuser’s tongue is torn away,

He cannot stand, he cannot stay.

*“The Lord rebuke you, Satan!” cries,*

*And every evil spirit flies.* (Jude 1:9, Zechariah 3:2)

**Verse 4**

He flees, not slow, but swift and far,

Like fading shadow, like a star

That drowns within the dawn’s new light,

He’s vanquished by Your glorious might.

For where I yielded once to fear,

Your perfect love is dwelling here.

*“He who is in you is so much more,*

*Than he who stalks the world’s dark shore.”* (1 John 4:4)

**Verse 5**

So let him come with all his wiles,

His empty threat, his hollow guiles.

My refuge is the Rock most high,

On eagles’ wings, I’ll upward fly.

Each time I stand, my faith grows stronger,

My spirit waits on You no longer,

For in the moment I resist,

Your victory is my final fist.

*“Submit to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”* (James 4:7)

***

### Key Scriptures Weaved Within:

*   **James 4:7 (The Foundation):** *“Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”* This is the core command—resistance is only effective after submission to God.

*   **1 Peter 5:9:** *“Resist him, standing firm in the faith...”* This reinforces the command and highlights that our resistance is rooted in faith, not our own power.

*   **Ephesians 6:11-17 (The Armor):** The imagery of the shield of faith and feet shod with the Gospel comes from the full armor of God, our essential equipment for this battle.

*   **1 John 4:4:** *“You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.”* This is the source of our confidence—Christ in us.

*   **Jude 1:9 & Zechariah 3:2:** These verses show the ultimate authority behind our resistance: the name and rebuke of the Lord Himself.

May this poem serve as both a comfort and a battle cry, reminding you that through Christ, you have been given all authority to stand firm.0

Holy Spirit testified about Jesus.

 Certainly! Here is a poem that incorporates the theme of the Holy Spirit testifying about the believer, along with relevant scriptures:

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# The Spirit’s Testimony: A Poem of Divine Affirmation

**Verse 1**  

In the quiet depths of my soul’s embrace,  

The Spirit whispers of celestial grace.  

With voices soft, yet firm and true,  

He testifies of life made new.  

*“The Spirit Himself bears witness with our spirit, that we are children of God”* .  

**Verse 2**  

Through waters deep and blood’s sacred flow,  

The truth of Christ, He starts to show.  

Three witnesses in harmony agree,  

To speak of hope that sets us free.  

*“There are three that testify: the Spirit, the water, and the blood”* .  

**Verse 3**  

No longer bound by fear or shame,  

He calls my heart by His own name.  

*“Abba, Father!”* my spirit cries,  

Beneath the expanse of endless skies.  

*“For you did not receive a spirit of slavery, but of sonship”* .  

**Verse 4**  

Like rivers flowing, not a rill,  

His promises He does fulfill.  

*“Out of his heart shall flow rivers of living water”* ,  

The Spirit’s power, never falter.  

**Verse 5**  

In every trial, His voice I hear,  

Dispelling every doubt and fear.  

*“Even now, God is faithful,”*   

His testimony, undeniable.  

**Verse 6**  

He seals my heart with holy fire,  

Refining me to pure desire.  

*“The Holy Spirit is a person”* ,  

Who guides my steps to heaven’s sun.  

**Verse 7**  

So let the world in silence hear,  

The Spirit’s witness, crystal clear.  

That I am His, and He is mine,  

In sacred, eternal design.  

*“Hear the testimony of the Spirit, the water, and the blood”* .  

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### Key Scriptures Referenced:

1.  **Romans 8:16** - The Spirit testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children .  

2.  **1 John 5:7-8** - The threefold witness of the Spirit, water, and blood .  

3.  **John 7:38** - Rivers of living water flowing from the believer’s heart .  

4.  **Galatians 4:6** - The Spirit cries *“Abba, Father!”* in our hearts .  

5.  **Lamentations 3:22-23** - God’s faithfulness, renewed every morning .  

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### Explanation:

-   The poem draws on the biblical theme of the Holy Spirit as a witness to the believer’s identity in Christ.  

-   It emphasizes the Trinity’s role in testifying about Jesus and affirming the believer’s adoption into God’s family.  

-   The scriptures highlighted reinforce the certainty of God’s promises and the transformative work of the Spirit.  

May this poem remind you of the profound truth that the Holy Spirit continually testifies to your identity as a cherished child of God.

John 16: Jesus Promise

 Here’s a heartfelt poem inspired by **John 16**, weaving Scripture with poetic reflection on Christ’s promises of peace, overcoming, and the Spirit’s guidance:

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### **"In the Shadow of the Overcomer"**  

*A Poem Rooted in John 16*  

#### **I. The Night Before the Dawn**  

> *"A little while, and you will not see Me;  

> and again a little while, and you will see Me."*  

> **(John 16:16)**  

The disciples wept as shadows fell—  

their Light seemed snuffed, their hope undone.  

Yet You spoke dawn into their night:  

*"Your grief will turn to joy, My son."*  

Like a mother’s pain before the cry,  

like seed that dies to rise in green,  

You taught them loss is but the womb  

where resurrection’s song is seen.  

#### **II. The Spirit’s Whisper**  

> *"When He, the Spirit of truth, has come,  

> He will guide you into all truth."*  

> **(John 16:13)**  

No orphaned flock, no aimless sheep—  

You sent the Comforter to stay,  

to breathe the mind of Christ in us,  

to light the dark, to clear the way.  

Not left to wander, not alone,  

we hear Your voice in every storm:  

*"The Prince of Darkness stands condemned—  

My Spirit wears his uniform."*  

#### **III. The Overcomer’s Anthem**  

> *"In the world you will have tribulation;  

> but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world."*  

> **(John 16:33)**  

The world may roar with tempest’s rage,  

may mock the cross, may scorn Your name,  

but hush—the Lion lifts His head:  

*"Child, this war is already claimed."*  

No trial unmet, no tear unkept,  

no grief too deep for You to bear.  

Your scars outshine the stars, O King—  

Your victory is my answered prayer.  

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### **A Prayer from the Poem**  

> *Jesus, my Overcomer,  

> When sorrow blinds me to Your nearness,  

> remind me: *"A little while"* is not forever.  

> When fear whispers I’m abandoned,  

> awaken me to Your Spirit’s breath.  

> When the world shouts defeat,  

> loose my tongue to sing Your triumph.  

> Amen.*  

**Key Scriptures from John 16** :  

- **vv. 20-22**: Sorrow turned to joy (like childbirth).  

- **vv. 7-11**: The Spirit’s convicting work.  

- **v. 33**: Peace amid tribulation.  

Would you like to focus on a specific theme (e.g., joy, trials, the Spirit’s role) or expand a section? I can refine this further.  

*"The darkest night is but a canvas for His dawn."* 

Jesus Crucifixion.

 Here's a powerful poetic reflection on Christ's crucifixion, anchored in Scripture and the revelation of **Jehovah Nissi** (The Lord My Banner) from Exodus 17, fulfilled at Calvary:

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**"The Banner on the Hill"**  

*(A Crucifixion Poem Through the Lens of Jehovah Nissi)*  

**1. The Hill of the Skull (Golgotha)**  

_"There they crucified Him"_ (John 19:18)  

On Zion's ridge where shadows fell,  

The Son became the crimson shell -  

Not Moses' rod now lifted high,  

But God's own Lamb condemned to die.  

Your cross, the pole; Your blood, the dye -  

Jehovah Nissi raised against the sky.  

**2. The Staff Becomes the Cross**  

_"As Moses lifted up the serpent..."_ (John 3:14)  

No longer wood to sweeten bitter streams,  

But bitter wood to ransom ruined dreams.  

The healing staff became the tree  

Where healing flowed to you and me.  

Your outstretched arms - our banner's span -  

Enfolding every broken man.  

**3. The Soldiers' Gambling**  

_"They divided My garments..."_ (Psalm 22:18)  

They cast their lots beside Your feet,  

Unknowing whom their hands would meet -  

The Weaver of the priestly robe,  

Now stripped to clothe a dying globe.  

Your naked shame, our victory's sign:  

Jehovah Nissi in blood-red line.  

**4. The Inscription Overhead**  

_"Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews"_ (John 19:19)  

Pilate's scorn became God's creed,  

A banner truth for all to read:  

Though Satan's hordes seemed then to win,  

This was the hour You crushed his sin.  

Three tongues proclaimed what hell denied -  

The King reigns from the cross He died.  

**5. The Victor's Cry**  

_"It is finished!"_ (John 19:30)  

The staff that split the Red Sea wide  

Now breaks the grave for all inside.  

Your final breath tore temple's veil -  

The banner-bearer did not fail!  

Death's army flees at resurrection's dawn -  

Jehovah Nissi leads us on!  

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**Key Scripture Connections:**  

1. **Location**: Matthew 27:33 (Golgotha), Luke 23:33  

2. **The Cross as Banner**: John 12:32 ("lifted up"), Numbers 21:8-9 (bronze serpent)  

3. **Military Imagery**: Colossians 2:15 (disarming powers), Psalm 60:4 (banner for truth)  

This poem intentionally links Exodus 17's battle imagery with Calvary's victory. The crucifixion occurred outside Jerusalem's walls (Hebrews 13:12) at a public execution site near a road (John 19:20) - a strategic "banner placement" for all to see God's salvation.

Jehovah Nissi, Lord, You are my banner.

 **"Jehovah Nissi – The Lord My Banner"**  

*(A Scriptural Battle Cry in Verse)*  

**1. At Rephidim's Height**  

Moses' arms grew weak and tired,  

Yet You raised the staff - our hope inspired.  

When hands were held by faithful kin,  

Victory came - the battle was Yours to win.  

*(Exodus 17:8-15)*  

**2. The Banner Over Me**  

Not by sword nor human might,  

But by Your Spirit do we fight.  

Your crimson standard flies above,  

Marking Your people, sealed in love.  

*(Zechariah 4:6; Song of Solomon 2:4)*  

**3. The Cross My Rallying Sign**  

Where soldiers gambled for Your robe,  

There You became our banner globe.  

Lifted high for all to see,  

Drawing nations to Your mercy.  

*(John 12:32; Matthew 27:35)*  

**4. Marching Orders**  

"Stand firm!" You call to warriors true,  

Armored in light, empowered by You.  

Though arrows fly and darkness roars,  

Your banner shields - my soul adores.  

*(Ephesians 6:10-13; Psalm 60:4)*  

**5. Triumphant Procession**  

One day all knees before You'll bend,  

Every battle reached its end.  

Your vict'ry song will fill the air,  

Jehovah Nissi - none compare!  

*(Philippians 2:10-11; Revelation 19:11-14)*  

**Closing Charge:**  

*"Raise Your banner high, my King,  

Through every trial my anthem sing:  

No foe can stand where You advance,  

Jehovah Nissi - in Your dance of war I dance!"*  

**Scriptural Threads Woven Through:**  

- Divine warfare (Exodus 17)  

- Christ's victory (Colossians 2:15)  

- Eternal triumph (Revelation 19)  

Would you like this adapted for a specific spiritual battle you're facing? I can personalize the imagery while maintaining scriptural integrity.  

**For Deeper Meditation:** Joshua 1:9, Romans 8:37-39, 2 Corinthians 10:4

Jehovah Shalom, The Lord my Peace that surpass all Understanding.

 **"Jehovah Shalom – The Lord My Peace"**  

*(A Scriptural Poem to God)*  

**1. At Ophrah’s Altar**  

You met Gideon trembling, hidden in fear,  

A winepress warrior—weak, unclear.  

*"Peace! Do not fear,"* Your voice declared,  

Jehovah Shalom, the God who cared.  

*(Judges 6:23-24)*   

**2. The Peace Beyond the Storm**  

Not as the world gives, frail and brief,  

But Your calm that defies unbelief.  

When waves roar loud and faith grows thin,  

You whisper, *"Be still—I reign within."*  

*(John 14:27; Psalm 46:10)*   

**3. The Prince of Peace**  

A Child was born—His name divine,  

Wonderful Counselor, His love a sign.  

The government rests upon His grace,  

His peace, a kingdom none can erase.  

*(Isaiah 9:6)*   

**4. The War and the Whisper**  

Though earth may shake and nations rage,  

Your promise stands through every age.  

*"I am your peace,"* You pledge anew,  

In battles fought, Your strength breaks through.  

*(Ephesians 2:14; Psalm 29:11)*   

**5. The Eternal Shalom**  

No more tears in the New Creation’s light,  

No pain, no night—all darkness takes flight.  

Until that dawn, I cling, I pray:  

*"Jehovah Shalom, guard my way."*  

*(Revelation 21:4; Philippians 4:7)*   

**Closing Prayer:**  

*"Lord of Peace, my heart’s refrain,  

In chaos, loss, or joy, or pain—  

Anchor my soul in Your embrace,  

Till faith gives way to sight, and face to face. Amen."*  

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**Key Themes Inspired by Scripture:**  

- **Gideon’s Transformation**: From fear to faith under God’s declaration of peace *(Judges 6-8)* .  

- **Christ’s Fulfillment**: Jesus as the Prince of Peace who reconciles humanity to God *(Isaiah 9:6; Ephesians 2:14)* .  

- **Present Peace**: A gift independent of circumstances *(John 14:27; Philippians 4:6-7)* .  

Would you like to focus on a specific aspect of God’s peace (e.g., emotional rest, spiritual warfare)? I can refine this further!  

**For Deeper Study**: Explore Judges 6, Isaiah 26:3, and 2 Thessalonians 3:16.

Jehovah Rapha, My healer

 **"Jehovah Rapha, My Healer"**  

*(A Scriptural Poem to God)*  

**1. At Marah’s Bitter Stream**  

You spoke the word—the waters sweetened,  

Bitter made pure where Your hand had beaten.  

*"I am Jehovah Rapha,"* You declared,  

The God who heals, the God who cares.  

*(Exodus 15:26)*  

**2. The Balm of Gilead’s Cry**  

No wound too deep, no sickness too grave,  

You mend the heart of the broken and brave.  

By Your stripes, our ransom was paid,  

Sin’s curse destroyed, our debt now stayed.  

*(Jeremiah 8:22, 1 Peter 2:24)*  

**3. The Hem of Your Robe**  

Like the woman who reached through the desperate throng,  

One touch of faith—and her weakness was gone.  

*"Daughter, your trust has made you well,"*  

Your voice still speaks our pain to dispel.  

*(Mark 5:34)*  

**4. The Resurrection Dawn**  

You raise the dead with a life-breath command,  

The blind see, the lame now stand.  

Every disease bows to Your name,  

Jehovah Rapha—forever the same!  

*(John 11:43-44, Matthew 11:5)*  

**5. The New Creation’s Song**  

No more tears in that radiant place,  

Where pain and death are erased by grace.  

Until then, we cling and pray:  

*"Heal us, Lord—don’t delay!"*  

*(Revelation 21:4, Psalm 6:2)*  

**Closing Prayer:**  

*"Jehovah Rapha, my Healer and Lord,  

By Your word, by Your sword—  

Cut through my darkness, restore and renew,  

Until all my healing is found in You. Amen."*  

Would you like any adjustments to focus on a specific area of healing (physical/emotional/spiritual)? I can refine this further.

Lord, You are my Jehovah Nissi

 **Jehovah Nissi – The Lord My Banner**  

Jehovah Nissi (יְהוָה נִסִּי) is one of the compound names of God in Scripture, first revealed in **Exodus 17:15** after Israel’s victory over the Amalekites. The name signifies *"The Lord is my Banner"*—a declaration of God’s leadership, protection, and victory in battle. Below is a detailed exploration of its meaning, significance, and application for believers today.  

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### **1. Biblical Origin: The Battle Against Amalek**  

- In **Exodus 17:8-16**, the Amalekites attacked Israel at Rephidim. Moses instructed Joshua to lead the fight while he stood on a hill holding the *staff of God*.  

- As long as Moses’ hands were raised, Israel prevailed; when they lowered, Amalek gained ground. Aaron and Hur supported Moses’ arms until victory was secured.  

- Moses then built an altar and named it *Jehovah Nissi*, proclaiming God as the true source of triumph .  

**Key Insight**: The staff symbolized God’s authority, not Moses’ power. The victory was divine, not human .  

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### **2. The Meaning of "Banner" (Nes)**  

The Hebrew word *nes* (נֵס) refers to:  

- A **military standard** rallying troops in battle .  

- A **visible sign** of identity, hope, and God’s presence (e.g., the pillar of cloud/fire in Exodus 13:21) .  

- A **symbol of worship**, as altars were places of remembrance (Exodus 17:15) .  

**Modern Parallel**: Like a national flag, Jehovah Nissi represents allegiance to God’s kingdom .  

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### **3. Spiritual Significance for Believers**  

#### **A. God Fights for Us**  

- Just as God intervened for Israel, He battles spiritual forces on our behalf (2 Chronicles 20:15; Romans 8:37) .  

- Jesus, the "Root of Jesse," is our eternal Banner (Isaiah 11:10), crucified to defeat sin and death .  

#### **B. Unity Under His Authority**  

- The banner unites believers across cultures, reminding us we are *"one in Christ"* (Galatians 3:28) .  

#### **C. A Call to Courage**  

- Raising the banner requires faith in God’s promises, not self-reliance .  

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### **4. Jehovah Nissi in the New Testament**  

- **Jesus as the Fulfillment**: His cross became the ultimate banner of redemption (John 12:32) .  

- **Spiritual Warfare**: Believers are equipped with God’s armor (Ephesians 6:10-18), standing firm under His banner .  

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### **5. Personal Application**  

- **Worship**: Like Moses, acknowledge God’s victories in your life (Psalm 20:5).  

- **Identity**: Find security in being *"God’s child"* rather than worldly labels .  

- **Prayer**:  

  > *"Jehovah Nissi, raise Your banner over my battles. Be my strength when I am weak, and remind me that victory is Yours. Amen."* .  

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### **Conclusion**  

Jehovah Nissi is a profound revelation of God’s leadership and faithfulness. Whether facing physical struggles or spiritual battles, His banner over us is love (Song of Solomon 2:4), and His victory is assured.  

**Further Study**: Explore Exodus 17, Psalm 60:4, and Isaiah 59:19 for deeper insights.  

Would you like a poem or hymn inspired by Jehovah Nissi? I’d be glad to create one!

Lord, You are my Jehovah Jireh

 **Jehovah Jireh, My Provider**  

Jehovah Jireh, Lord who sees and cares,  

You meet my need, my burdens bear.  

Upon the mount, the ram was found—  

Your grace and mercy still abound.  

No want shall shake my soul’s repose,  

For You are He who truly knows.  

Before I ask, You have prepared,  

In love divine, my way is spared.  

The ravens feed, the lilies grow,  

Your hand sustains the sparrow’s flight.  

How much more shall Your children know  

The depths of Your unfailing light?  

Jehovah Jireh, faithful, true,  

My heart will ever trust in You.  

No fear shall claim this heart of mine,  

For all I need, in You I find.  

**Amen.**  

*(Inspired by Genesis 22:14, Matthew 6:26-34, Philippians 4:19)*  

Holy Spirit, May your countenance and shalom be upon me. .

 **"Your Countenance and Shalom"**  

*(Based on Scripture: Numbers 6:24-26, Psalm 4:6, Isaiah 26:3)*  

**Yahweh, lift Your countenance—**  

Turn Your face like morning light,  

Drench my soul in radiance,  

Bathe my path in glory bright.  

**Shalom upon me rest—**  

Not as earth gives, frail, unsure,  

But Your wholeness in my chest,  

Steady, deep, and ever sure.  

When the world shouts chaos loud,  

When my heart is torn in two,  

**One look from You, head bowed—**  

And all things are made new.  

**Let no fear, no storm, no night**  

Steal the peace Your smile brings.  

**I am held in heaven’s sight—**  

Covered by the King of kings.  

**Amen.**  

*(Scripture references: Numbers 6:24-26, Psalm 4:6, Isaiah 26:3, John 14:27)*