Serving God

Here is a poem to God celebrating how all living creation serves His purpose, woven with the scripture that proclaims it.

A Symphony of Service

The heavens are not silent space, The earth is not a barren place, But everywhere,on land and sea, A choir sings,“We serve Thee.”

The ancient oak, with arms held high, Does lift its boughs into the sky. "The trees of the field will clap their hands"(Isaiah 55:12) As part of Your divine commands.

The eagle on the thermal's stair, The great whale in its ocean lair, They do not question,do not stray, But serve You in their perfect way. "Everything that has breath, praise the Lord!"(Psalm 150:6) Is the decree of Your great word.

The tiny ant, a fragile frame, The flickering,consuming flame, The creeping vine,the falling rain, A purpose none can hold in vain. "For in him all things were created... and in him all things hold together."(Colossians 1:17)

The rising sun, a golden scroll, That writes upon the world a goal: To light the path,to warm the soil, Through faithful,unremitting toil. "The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands."(Psalm 19:1)

And even stars that cannot speak, In galaxies remote and weak, They serve by holding to their course, A witness to their Source. "Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these?"(Isaiah 40:26)

So let my life, a breath, a sigh, Join in this chorus,vast and high. No longer mine,but Yours to be, A living part,Lord, serving Thee. "I urge you... offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true worship."(Romans 12:1)

For everything that has the spark, That beats within the light and dark, Finds its true worth,its joy, its rest, In serving You,and being blessed.

A living dog is better than a dead lion.

Here is a poem for God that explores the profound truth in the seemingly paradoxical scripture: "a living dog is better than a dead lion."

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A Better Thing

The world proclaims the lion's might, The king of beasts,a glorious sight. His roar commands the respect of all, Before his strength,the mighty fall. But lying still upon the plain, His grandeur fought,and fought in vain, The crown of nature,stripped and gone, A fallen king from dusk till dawn.

And there, a creature, lean and low, The scavenger that all men know— A common dog,with fearful breath, Who knows the scent of pain and death. He skirts the battle,finds a way, To live to see another day. He has no pride to be defended, Just this one life,not yet ended.

This wisdom, Lord, seems upside-down, A paradox for fool or clown. Who would choose the trembling cur Over the lion's mighty purr? But in Your word,the truth is found On this strange,hallowed ground: "A living dog is better far Than a lion dead, however grand they are."(Ecclesiastes 9:4)

For in the breath, a sacred spark, A chance to hope within the dark. The lion’s past,his tale is told, His body stiff,his heart is cold. But for the dog,the future's cast, This moment is not yet his last. The choice to seek,the chance to turn, A soul for grace,still yearns.

The lion’s pride became his snare, A solitary,mighty care. But humble need becomes a plea, That opens eyes,Lord, to see You. It is not in the strength we boast, But in the thing we value most: The precious gift of one more day, To walk Your narrow,humble way.

So let me be this living thing, With every breath my offering. Not lion-strong in my own eyes, But trusting in Your sovereign skies. For while I breathe,there is a plan, A purpose from Your mighty hand. To know that while my heart beats on, Your mercies are not fully gone.

The dead may boast of glory past, But life,O Lord, is meant to last— Eternal life,begun right here, In overcoming doubt and fear. So I,Your humble, living soul, Will let Your purpose make me whole. For even dogs who kneel and pray Will live to see a greater Day.

Count your blessings.

Here is a poem that counts blessings through the lens of scripture, weaving gratitude with the promises and truths of the Bible.

Count Your Blessings

Before you name a single care, before you speak a sigh, Before the weight of worry makes a cloud within your sky, Begin not with what you lack,but what He has freely given, And count your blessings one by one,on this road to Heaven.

Count the breath that fills your lungs, a gift from God's own hand, A living soul,a spirit made to follow His command. For"in Him we live and move and have our very being,"* This fundamental,precious life, a truth worth ever-seeing.

Count the morning's golden sun, the rain that washes clean, The tapestry of stars He calls by name,though unseen. "The heavens declare the glory of God,"they shout and never cease,** A daily,lavish masterpiece that offers perfect peace.

Count the peace that guards your heart when understanding fails, When every earthly comfort shakes and every effort pales. "A peace that transcends understanding"is the promise He imparts,*** A fortress for your trusting soul,a shield for anxious hearts.

Count the guidance for your path, the lamp unto your feet, The promise that His Word provides direction,true and sweet. "Your word is a lamp for my feet,a light on my path," He said,**** You are never lost or wandering,but by His Spirit led.

Count the strength that is made perfect in your weakest, weariest hour, The transformative,surprising nature of His power. "For when I am weak,then I am strong," in Christ this mystery lies,***** His grace sufficient,never failing, a blessing in disguise.

Count the love that knows your name, each hair upon your head, The Shepherd seeking out the one lost sheep,as He has said. "See what great love the Father has lavished on us,"we are called His own,****** A love so deep,so wide, so high, we are never yet alone.

Count the cross, the greatest gift, where mercy paid the cost, Where every seeming blessing pales against what was lost— And won—for you."For God so loved the world," this is the central theme,******* The fountain of all blessing,the reality of the dream.

So when the shadows start to lengthen and your vision grows dim, Open up the sacred Book and draw your thanks from Him. For every blessing,great and small, finds its source and its worth In the great I AM,the Author of your life, and of this earth.

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*Acts 17:28 **Psalm 19:1 ***Philippians 4:7 ****Psalm 119:105 *****2 Corinthians 12:10 ******1 John 3:1 *******John 3:16

My Lord, Your Grace and Mercy is all that I need.

 Of course. Here is an original poem on the sufficiency of God's grace and mercy, woven with the scriptures that promise it.

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All I Need

When strength has failed and footsteps fade, And my own efforts are undone, When debts are piled,and promises made, Are broken,every single one.

A voice cuts through the noise and shame, A gentle word,a truth to keep: “My child,”You whisper my own name, “My grace is all you need. My power is made perfect in weakness.”

Your mercy is the morning sun, That I did not,and could not, earn, Chasing the darkness,one by one, To where a new day has returned.

It is the pillow for my head, When I am weary from the race, The promise that I will be fed, By “new mercies” and daily grace.

I do not ask for riches here, Nor paths made smooth,nor eyes to see The ending,conquering every fear. I ask for You to walk with me.

For in Your grace, the weak are strong, In Your deep mercy,sinners live. This is the truth,my steady song: You are the One,“all I need,” You give.

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Anchoring Scriptures:

The poem is built upon the bedrock of these promises from God's Word.

· 2 Corinthians 12:9 (NIV) (The central theme)

  But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. > (This is the definitive verse on the sufficiency of grace.)

· Lamentations 3:22-23 (NIV) (The promise of mercy)

  Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. > (The poem's imagery of the "morning sun" and "new day" draws directly from this.)

· Psalm 23:1 (NIV) (The declaration of contentment)

  The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing. > (This encapsulates the spirit of "all I need." If He is our shepherd, we have everything essential.)

· Hebrews 4:16 (NIV) (The invitation to receive)

  Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need. > (This is the active receiving of what we need in every moment.)

· Psalm 73:26 (NIV) (The confession when our own strength fails)

  My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. > (He is not just the giver of what we need; He Himself is our portion and our prize.)

May this poem and these scriptures be a comfort and a strong foundation, reminding you that in every season, His grace is sufficient and His mercy is new today.

Lord, Thank you for your Love

 Of course. Here is an original poem of thanksgiving for God's love, accompanied by scriptures that anchor its message in truth.

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For the Love I Did Not Earn

I did not build the sky so vast and blue, Nor paint the dawn with hues of gold and rose. I cannot command the tide or morning dew, Yet this love,from which all blessing flows,

Finds me. It finds me in the quiet hour, And in the chaos of my stumbling day. It is a shelter and a mighty tower, That will not turn my brokenness away.

You love me not for what I’ve done or been, Not for the battles fought or trophies won, But for the soul,redeemed from death and sin, Beloved,forever, through your Son.

This love is not a feeling, faint and deep, It is a action,steadfast, strong, and true. A vow you swore forever you would keep, And proved on Calvary,for me, for you.

So let my breath become a thankful prayer, My life a mirror of this grace so free. Thank you,God, for loving me, and there In your great heart,making a home for me.

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Foundational Scriptures:

The poem is built upon the promises of God's love revealed in the Bible.

· 1 John 4:9-10 (NIV)

  "This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins." > (This is the core of the poem: love as a self-giving action, not a reward.)

· Romans 5:8 (NIV)

  "But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us." > (The theme of being loved in our brokenness.)

· Jeremiah 31:3 (NIV)

  "The Lord appeared to us in the past, saying: 'I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.'" > (The eternal, unchanging nature of God's love.)

· Ephesians 3:17-18 (NIV)

  "And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power... to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ." > (The vast, immeasurable quality of a love that fills the sky and dawn.)

· Psalm 136:26 (NIV)

  "Give thanks to the God of heaven. His love endures forever." > (A direct call to the thanksgiving that ends the poem.)

· Zephaniah 3:17 (NLT)

  "For the Lord your God is living among you. He is a mighty savior. He will take delight in you with gladness. With his love, he will calm all your fears. He will rejoice over you with joyful songs." > (The beautiful image of God not just loving us, but delighting in us.)

May these words remind you that you are fully known and fully loved by the Creator of the universe.

Your Faith, have set you free.

Here is an original poem based on that powerful theme, woven with relevant scriptures.

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Your Faith Has Set You Free

The cage was of your own design, With bars of fear and lock of shame, A prisoner to the dark,confined, Whispering a guilty,broken name.

But then a spark, a fragile thing, A mustard seed upon your palm, A choice to trust the unseen King, A whisper in a fearful calm.

You reached through doubt, though weak and small, And touched the edge of His great robe; You chose to trust Him through it all, And laid your heavy,broken load.

“Your faith has done this,” spoke the Lord, The words that shattered every chain. The lock gave way without a sword, Releasing you from all your pain.

No longer bound by yesterday, By laws you never could fulfill, You walk the narrow,grace-filled way, By His great strength,and not your will.

The door stands open, wide and clear, Not by your works,but by your trust, In Him who banished every fear, Who raises dust to life from dust.

So walk now in your liberty, This freedom fought for,won, and given, For it was faith that set you free, To live a life by Heaven-driven.

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Accompanying Scriptures:

The poem draws from several key verses that illustrate the profound link between faith and freedom:

· Luke 7:50 (NLT) (The direct inspiration)

  Jesus said to the woman, “Your faith has saved you; go in peace.””*

· Luke 8:48 (NLT)

  “Daughter,” he said to her, “your faith has made you well. Go in peace.””*

· Matthew 17:20 (NIV)

  He replied, “Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”

· John 8:36 (NIV) (The ultimate promise of freedom)

  “So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.”

· Galatians 5:1 (NIV)

  “It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.”

· 2 Corinthians 3:17 (NIV)

  “Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.”

May this poem and these scriptures remind you of the powerful, chain-breaking freedom found in placing your faith in God.

Lord, If you are willing, heal me.

Here is a poem of petition and faith, a cry for freedom grounded in the scriptural promise of God's liberating power.

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If You Are Willing

This weight I did not choose to bear, A chain of thought,a cloak of care. It binds my soul and shades my sight, And steals the joy of morning light. I bring it now,on bended knee, Oh God,if You are willing, set me free.

“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” (Matthew 11:28)

You spoke the word to break the slave From Pharaoh’s grip,from crashing wave. You walked through walls of fear and dread To stand beside me,You have said. The same power that rolled the sea Is willing now to set me free.

“So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.” (John 8:36)

It is not just the outer chain, But inner prisons of doubt and pain. The guilty past that holds me fast, A sentence I believed would last. But by the blood that flowed for me, You are most willing to set me free.

“There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. For the law of the Spirit of life has set you free in Christ Jesus from the law of sin and death.” (Romans 8:1-2)

So not my will, but Yours be done, Your kingdom come,Your victory won. I claim the promise You have sealed, By truth revealed,by truth revealed. My spirit trusts what it can’t see: That You are always willing to set me free.

“Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.” (2 Corinthians 3:17)

I rise from prayer, the chain is broke, Not by my strength,but by the spoke Of Your great wheel that turns the age, On history’s page,on history’s page. The door swings open wide for me, For You were always willing to set me free.

Love your God with all your heart, soul and might.

Here is a poem centered on our response to God's love, drawing on the great commandment and supporting scripture.

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With All That Is

Not with a fraction, or a part, But with the whole of this frail heart, The wellspring of my will and desire, Set by Your Spirit’s holy fire. This command,a towering height: To love my God with all my might.

“You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might.” (Deuteronomy 6:5)

So take my heart, and make it whole, Let every beat pursue its goal. No rival throne,no secret sin, But all Your righteousness within. Let love,not duty, be the chord That plays for You,my loving Lord.

“I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you.” (Ezekiel 36:26)

And take my soul, my inmost breath, Beyond the fearing hand of death. My mind,my strength, my hidden thought, With Your great purpose finely wrought. In work and rest,by day and night, To love my God with all my might.

“And he said to him, ‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’” (Matthew 22:37)

This is no burden, grim and grave, It is the freedom that You gave. To fix my eyes on You alone, And make Your glory,glory known. For You loved first,and by that grace, I find my strength to run this race.

“For this is the love of God, that we keep his commandments. And his commandments are not burdensome.” (1 John 5:3)

So spirit, mind, and strength unite, To love my God,my soul’s delight. With every breath,with every sense, A life of holy recompense. Not I,but Christ in me, the power To live for Him this very hour.

“I can do all things through him who strengthens me.” (Philippians 4:13)

God loves us first.

Here is a poem that weaves together the theme of God's primary and initiating love with supporting scripture.

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First Love

Before the world was spun from dust, Before a soul was given trust, A love existed,vast and deep, A vow Eternal vowed to keep. The first move was not ours to make, For mercy’s sake,for mercy’s sake.

“We love because he first loved us,” A truth that stills our anxious fuss. (1 John 4:19)

Before we knew to speak Your name, Or from our wandering ways to tame, Your heart reached out,a constant plea, To set the captive spirit free. You drew us with cords of kindness,strong, A patient love,our whole life long.

“I have loved you with an everlasting love; Therefore I have continued my faithfulness to you.” (Jeremiah 31:3)

Upon a cross, the proof was nailed, Where love’s great victory was unveiled. *“While we were sinners,”lost, undone, You gave for us Your only Son. No goodness in us earned that grace, Just sorrow in the sacred space.

“But God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” (Romans 5:8)

So let this truth reshape our core: We did not find You;You came before. Our answering love is but a spark, Lit in the confines of the dark By Your great Sun,whose radiant ray Chased all the shadows all away.

You are the Source, the Alpha’s breath, Who loves us first,in life and death.

Everything is possible through God that loves me.

Here is a poem based on that beautiful theme, woven with scripture.

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All Things Are Possible

Not by my strength, a fragile, fleeting thing, Not by the will that falters,weak and worn, But by the Spirit’s everlasting spring, For me,a new creation is reborn. The mountain stands imposingly ahead, “Move,”whispers doubt, “is but a fool’s request.” But I recall the words Your lips have said, And lean upon Your promise for my rest.

“I can do all things through Christ,” my plea, The source of power that strengthens even me. (Philippians 4:13)

The path is lost in shadow and in fear, The night is long,and I have lost my way. A still,small voice then whispers in my ear, “I am the Light;I will not let you stray.” The sea of trouble rages,deep and wide, No shore in sight,just waves that crash and roll. But You are with me,walking at my side, Your love the anchor for my trembling soul.

“With God all things are possible,” I know, He parts the sea and makes the pathway show. (Matthew 19:26)

For what can separate me from this love? No height of joy,no depth of despair’s night. It’s sealed below and witnessed from above, A steadfast,everlasting, holy light. No power of hell,no present pain, no fear, No unknown future waiting to unfold, Can ever keep Your promise from my ear, Or from Your hand,which I securely hold.

“If God is for us, who can be against?” In His great love, my soul is now convinced. (Romans 8:31)

So let the world declare, “It cannot be,” Let reason stare and shake its weary head. The God who spun the stars and set the sea, By His great love,my daily soul is fed. The impossible becomes a yielding door, The broken thing is mended,made brand new. For I am His,and He is evermore, And every word He says is true.

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Scripture References Within the Poem:

· Philippians 4:13: "I can do all this through him who gives me strength."

· Matthew 19:26: "Jesus looked at them and said, 'With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.'"

· Romans 8:31: "What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?"

My Lord, You are the light of my salvation, whom shall i fear.

Here is a poem of defiant faith and triumphant trust, built upon that powerful declaration.

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The shadows gather, long and deep, And worries stir to break my sleep. A thousand"what ifs" whisper fear, Of all that I might lose or bear. The future looms,a storming sea, That threatens to unravel me.

But in the tumult, in the dread, A stronger word must now be said. A truth to silence every lie, A banner raised,a battle cry: "The Lord is my light and my salvation— whom shall I fear?" This is my rock,my firm foundation, Drowning out the dread so near.

"The Lord is the stronghold of my life— of whom shall I be afraid?" Though armies rise and foes may stand, They tremble at Your firm command. Though war may break against the shore, Your promise stands forevermore.

For You are not a distant god, You are the staff,the iron rod. You are the shelter in the blast, The anchor that will ever last. "When I am afraid, I put my trust in you." In waters deep,Your way is through.

So let the winds of chaos blow, Let every fear and terror grow. They have no power,they have no sting, For You are God,my everything. My light,my salvation, my fortress sure— In Your strong love,I am secure.

Whom shall I fear? The answer's plain: No power of hell,no worldy pain. For if my God is on my side, In His salvation I abide. The Lord is my salvation—this I know, And before His strength,all fears must go.

Lord, You have make my pain yours.

 Of course. Here is a poem that explores the profound and intimate truth that God does not merely observe our pain from a distance, but takes it upon Himself as His own.

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I came to You with my silent grief, A burdened heart,seeking relief. I thought to show You where it bled, And ask for comfort,to be led. I thought You’d look from heaven’s throne Upon a pain You’d never known.

But You did not just nod and see, Or speak a word from far away to me. You stepped into my shattered space, And looked upon me,face to face. You did not say,“Be healed, be whole,” Then leave me to mend my own soul.

Instead, You opened up Your hand And asked to understand. You said,“Give me the weight, the ache, the sting,” And then You did the deepest thing: You have made my pain Your own.

The tears I cried, You counted them, And did not dismiss a single one. You wore my sorrow like a crown, You took my breaking and knelt down. “He took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows.” In my darkest of nights,new hope borrows.

For this is love that has no end— Not just a ruler,but a friend. The God who numbers every star, Collects the pieces of who we are. He does not hide from our despair, But breathes it in as holy air.

So I will bring You all my pain, The falling tears,the freezing rain. I will not hide my wounded part, For You have taken it to heart. You have made my pain Yours,a sacred exchange, And in that mystery,everything can change.

Lord, You are close to the brokenhearted.

Here is a poem offering comfort and presence, woven with the scripture that promises He is near to those who are hurting.

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When the world has lost its song, And the night feels terribly long, When a fracture rends the soul, And grief has taken all control, When the heart lies in a thousand pieces, And all the hoping,all the ceasing— It is in this shattered place I’m told, A story of a love more bold.

Not a distant, far-off king, But a tender,present thing. For“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted”— The words are life to the departed, A gentle hand upon the pain, A shelter in the driving rain. “He saves those who are crushed in spirit,” For those who feel they cannot bear it.

You do not shy from our deep ache, The lonely tremors that we make. You count the tears,You hear the sigh, You draw the anguish from our cry. You are the mender of the tear, The dissipator of the fear.

So I will bring this broken shard, This weary,wounded, broken heart. I will not hide my pain or loss, Beneath some superficial gloss. For in the breaking,I am found On holy,consecrated ground.

For where the heart is torn apart, There,too, is God’s own healing heart. “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” In this darkest of nights,His light is cocooned.

You are close. Oh, Lord, so near. To hold the broken,calm the fear. This broken heart is not alone, For You have made its pain Your own.

We are weak but he is strong.

Here is a poem built upon the beautiful truth of our weakness and His strength, woven with the scripture that reveals it.

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I come to You with trembling hands, A fragile vessel,shifting sands. My own strength is a fading spark, A stumbling step within the dark. I feel the weight,I know my lack, Upon this worn and broken track.

But in this place where I feel small, I hear Your gentle,loving call. A truth that turns my failure into song: “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” You take the fractured and the flawed, And build a masterpiece for God.

So I will boast not in my might, But in the need that seeks Your light. For when I am weak,then I am strong, Not in myself,but for the long And certain lift of Your embrace, Your boundless,all-sufficient grace.

The mighty fortress stands not in me, But in the One who sets me free From striving,proving, all pretense, To rest upon His competence. “The Lord is the everlasting God, He will not grow tired or weary… He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.”

So let my weakness be the door Through which Your power rushes more. For Your great strength is my sure ground, Where hope and victory are found. I am weak,Lord, but You are strong, And in that truth,I belong.

God will not forget nor forsake us.

Here is a poem of comfort and assurance, anchored in the enduring promise of God's memory and presence.

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When silence is the only sound, And on forgotten ground I’m found, When I feel lost,a name unspoken, A thread of trust,nearly broken, A fear creeps in,a chilling dread: “Are your promises true?”my heart has said.

Then from the depths, a voice so clear, Dispelling every doubt and fear. A scripture rises,strong and sure, A covenant forever pure: “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” The words are life,and steadfast, true.

The world may shift, and friends may turn, Lessons of loss my heart may learn. But You are not as mortal men, Who forget a vow or promise when The winds change course.Your word is stone, A constant truth on which I’m known.

“Can a mother forget the child she nurses?” The prophet asked of earthly curses. Yet even if that could be so, A love more vast than I can know Declares,“I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on my palms.” A permanent mark,a healing balm.

So when I feel alone, afraid, By my own weakness betrayed, I’ll claim the promise You impart And hold it close within my heart. You do not forget.You will not forsake. This is the rock on which I make My stand in shadows,through the night, Until Your love brings morning’s light.

Draw near to God.

Here is a poem woven with the scripture that calls us to draw near.

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The world is loud, my soul feels thin, A storm of noise that rages within. A whispered prayer is all I know, A single step,though tremulous and slow.

But then a promise, ancient, true, A breath of life to see me through: "Draw near to God,"the words are clear, A gentle call to banish fear. And in return,a vow is made, "And He will draw near,"a promise laid.

I come with nothing, empty-handed, On shifting sand,my faith has landed. I seek His face,I bow my head, On daily bread my soul is fed. "Draw near to God,"my spirit sighs, Beneath the vast,eternal skies.

And like a dawn, a warmth, a grace, I feel the comfort of embrace. The gap is closed,the distance crossed, No longer lost,no longer tossed. For"He will draw near to you," it's true, His presence makes all things anew.

So let the heart that seeks His will, Be still,be calm, be hopeful still. Take that one step,however small, He answers every earnest call. For in the drawing close,we find, The God of all,to us aligned.

All things is possible for God that loves me.

Here is a poem inspired by that powerful and beautiful sentiment.

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When the path ahead is lost from sight, And shadows stretch to steal the light, When strength has fled,and hope feels thin, A quiet voice begins within.

It does not shout, it does not break, A simple promise it does make: “The mountain high,the valley low, The way you do not,cannot know— These are not walls to hold you fast, But journeys meant for you to pass.”

For what seems locked, with rusted chain, What whispers of enduring pain, What logic says can never be, Is just a leaf on a boundless tree. The hand that spun the stars in place, Can turn the tides of time and space, And with a love that has no end, Can broken pieces gently mend.

So I will walk, and not despair, Held by a grace beyond compare. For through my doubt,through fear and fall, I trust the One who knows it all. The God of oceans,skies, and sod, Makes all things possible through love.

Lord Jesus, My advocates

Here is a poem acknowledging God as our divine advocate, woven with the scripture that proclaims this truth.

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My Advocate

When the accuser comes with whispered lies, And points to failures right before my eyes, When guilt weighs heavy,and my spirit sighs, I have an Advocate who hears my cries.

“My dear children, I write this to you so that you will not sin. But if anybody does sin, we have an advocate with the Father—Jesus Christ, the Righteous One.” (1 John 2:1)

You stand before the Father’s throne on high, Your wounded hands refute the evil’s cry. You do not plead my cause,then wonder why; You are my cause.For me, You came to die.

You are my Counselor, my Defense, my plea, The truth that sets the guilty captive free. You show the scars that won my liberty, And speak the Father’s love and grace to me.

“Who then is the one who condemns? No one. Christ Jesus who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us.” (Romans 8:34)

And when my words are weak, my prayers are faint, When I can’t find the language of a saint, Your Spirit groans for me,without constraint, Transforming my lament into a plaint.

“In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.” (Romans 8:26)

So two Advocates are ever by my side, The Son,who for my pardon was denied; The Spirit,in me, welling like a tide— In You,my soul forever will confide.

No gavel falls, no sentence is decreed, For You have met the law’s exacting need. From every charge,I am forever freed, By Your great grace,my Advocate indeed.

The Blood of Jesus cleanse and redeem me.

Here is a poem about the power and sanctity of the Blood of Jesus, interwoven with the scripture that reveals its promise.

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The Crimson Tide

It was not the blood of goats, nor of a bull, A temporary covering,a ritual. It was the blood of God’s own precious Son, The final sacrifice,the victory won. “He did not enter by means of the blood of goats and calves;but he entered the Most Holy Place once for all by his own blood, thus obtaining eternal redemption.” (Hebrews 9:12)

It is a cleansing flood, a holy tide, Where all my guilty stains are washed and purified. From deepest scarlet to a woolen white, It turns my darkest shadows into light. “Though your sins are like scarlet,they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.” (Isaiah 1:18)

It is my plea for mercy, my righteous plea, When Satan whispers accusations to me. I point not to my works,so frail and small, But to the blood that has atoned for all. “They triumphed over him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony.”(Revelation 12:11)

It is the sacred seal upon my soul, The power that makes the broken sinner whole. It speaks a better word,a gentle sound, Of grace and mercy on redemption’s ground. “Jesus,the mediator of a new covenant, and to the sprinkled blood that speaks a better word than the blood of Abel.” (Hebrews 12:24)

It is the bond that makes us family, That reconciles and sets the captive free. We were once far off,strangers to His grace, Now brought near by mercy’s warm embrace. “But now in Christ Jesus you who once were far away have been brought near by the blood of Christ.”(Ephesians 2:13)

So let me never cease to praise the flow, That ran from Calvary’s cross,so I might know The power of redemption,full and free, Oh,precious blood, that was shed for me. “In him we have redemption through his blood,the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace.” (Ephesians 1:7)

You are the reasons I am alive.

Here is a poem of gratitude to God for the gift of life, woven with scripture.

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The Reason I Am Alive

You are the breath that filled this dust, the spark within the clay, The Author of my being,before the first of days. “The Spirit of God has made me;the breath of the Almighty gives me life.” (Job 33:4) Not by my own will or power,but Yours alone, the strife To form a soul,to call me forth, to set my heart to beat; You are the reason I awoke,the Maker of my meat.

You are the cord that held me fast, when I was torn and frayed, The anchor in the violent storm,the light by which I played. “For in him we live and move and have our being.”(Acts 17:28) When I was lost and could not see the purpose of the pain, You were the steady,constant hand on which I would sustain.

You are the blood that bought me back, the price that made me free, The reason for my second life,the truth that set me see. “I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live,but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” (Galatians 2:20) This fragile,borrowed breath I have, I give it back to You, To live for Christ,my risen King, and make my life anew.

So let this life, Your gift to me, be offered in return, A living sacrifice of praise,for all that I have learned. “I cry to you,Lord; I say, ‘You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.’” (Psalm 142:5) For every morning’s golden sun,a mercy, fresh and bright, You are the reason I am here.My life, my love, my light.