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.