Lead me to your Holy way.

 The path to God's holy way is illuminated by His light and grounded in His truth. Here is a response for your journey.

✨ A Prayer for the Path

Lead Me to Your Holy Way

Send Your light to break the uncertain dawn,

Send Your truth to make the fragile spirit strong.

Let them be my compass, my map, my guide,

To walk the sacred path where Your Presence dwells inside.

Lead me past the noise, the doubt, the fear,

To the holy hill where Your dwelling is near.

For the Way is not a distant, lonely street,

But the very ground beneath my worship-filled feet.

So guide me, Lord—search my anxious heart.

Make clear the way that from Your love does not depart.

And with each step in light and truth I take,

I'm walking the holy way to Your dwelling, for Your name's sake.

📜 The Foundation in Scripture

This poem is anchored in a prayer from the Psalms, which perfectly echoes your request:

· The Core Prayer: "Send out your light and your truth; let them lead me; let them bring me to your holy hill and to your dwelling!".

  · Light represents God's presence, favor, and revelation that dispels confusion.

  · Truth represents His faithful character and reliable promises.

· A Deeper Search: The hymn "Send Out Thy Light and Thy Truth" combines this verse with another: "Lead me, O LORD, in the way everlasting" (from Psalm 139:24). Together, they form a complete plea: to be led by God into His presence and along His eternal path.

💡 Walking the Holy Way: A New Testament Perspective

The concept of "the way" finds its ultimate fulfillment in the New Testament, giving us practical direction:

· Jesus is the Way: Christ declared, "I am the way, and the truth, and the life" (John 14:6). He is the living embodiment of the light and truth we pray for, and the path itself to the Father.

· The Way is Lived Out: Walking the holy way means:

  · Following Jesus' example of love, humility, and obedience.

  · Being guided by the truth of God's Word and the conviction of the Holy Spirit.

  · Living with the hope of eternity, where "the Lord will be your everlasting light" (Isaiah 60:19).

If you would like to explore more scriptures about specific aspects of this walk—such as guidance, truth, or hope—I would be glad to help you find them.

Sing a new song to the Lord.

 Sing a New Song

Sing a new song to the Lord—

Let it rise from a redeemed soul,

A melody forged in mercy’s fire,

A hymn from the once-made-whole.

Let the dawn take up the tune,

Let the mountains echo praise,

For the chains of old are broken,

By His grace and endless days.

"Sing to the Lord a new song, for he has done marvelous things." (Psalm 98:1)

Sing it with the rushing river,

Sing it with the stable tree,

Sing it from the quiet places

Where His Spirit set you free.

Let the rhythm be your breathing,

Let the chorus be your prayer,

For the Rock of your salvation

Calls your burdened heart to share.

"He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God." (Psalm 40:3)

Sing it not with tired words,

But with wonder,fresh and clear—

For the God who parts the waters

Is the God who draws you near.

Sing it with the saints and angels,

Sing it with the earth and sea,

From the smallest hidden valley

To the vast eternity.

"And they sang a new song before the throne..." (Revelation 14:3)

So lift the new song, heart and voice,

In morning light or shadowed strife.

Sing for the journey,sing for the choice,

Sing for the miracle of Life.

For every moment is a verse,

In the anthem of His worth—

Sing the new song of the redeemed,

Across the heavens and the earth.

Bring me to your blessings.

 Bring Me to Your Holy Blessings

Not to the treasure that rust can decay,

Nor the swift brilliance that fades in a day,

Not to the cistern that soon will run dry—

Bring me to blessings that reign from on high.

Open my eyes to the things You call blessed:

The poor in their spirit, the weary who rest.

Bring me to thirst for the righteousness found

In the deep print of Your feet on the ground.

Bring me where mercy is water and bread,

Where the pure in heart see You,as You said.

Count me among those who mourn and are meek,

Who turn the other cheek, who seek and who seek.

Bring me, through Christ, to the inheritance store—

The spiritual blessing that lasts evermore.

Seal me with promise,an heir by Your grace,

Till I behold You,and stand face to face.

Lead me beside the still waters You keep,

To lie in green pastures, to feed on Your sheep.

Bring me to blessings wrapped in a command,

To open my hands in this hungry land.

For giving is gaining;in losing, I find

The measure of heaven,pressed down, flowing kind.

Make me a channel, a conduit, a stream,

To carry Your blessing where hopelessness dreams.

And when the way narrows, and sorrow draws near,

Bring me that blessing—the knowledge You’re here.

For even the valley where shadows are cast

Is hallowed and blessed if You walk it at last.

Your rod and Your staff, they comfort and guide;

In You, even suffering is sanctified.

So bring me, O Father—through Jesus, the Way—

To blessings that dawn on eternity’s day.

Where every tear dried,every wound fully healed,

Is the ultimate blessing Your love has revealed.

Bring me, my Shepherd, to dwell in Your house,

Where blessing is breath, and love is my spouse.

Scripture Threads:

Matthew 5:3-10| Ephesians 1:3 | James 4:10 | Psalm 23 |

Luke 6:38| Revelation 21:4 | Psalm 84:4

Lord, show me your way.

 Show Me Your Way

Show me Your way—not the broad or the wide,

But the path where Your shadow falls close by my side.

Where the footprints are deep with the weight of Your grace,

Leading out of the wilderness,into Your space.

As Moses once pleaded on Sinai’s rough height,

"Show me Your ways, that I may walk in Your light."

Show me Your truth—not the world’s shifting sand,

But the rock of Your promise where steadfast I stand.

Teach me to love what is holy and plain,

To choose the refining,the purifying strain.

"Teach me Your paths,"let my seeking soul pray,

In the stillness of morning, throughout the long day.

Show me Your life—not the striving I know,

But the rhythm of trusting,the ceasing to sow

My own plans like seed in a barren field,

And instead to Your yielding,complete, I will yield.

For You are the Way, and the Truth, and the Life;

You still every storm, You calm every strife.

When the fog of confusion rolls thick and unclear,

And the map of tomorrow brings worry,not cheer,

Speak in that whisper that silences fear:

"I will instruct you and guide you, for I am here."

So I will not lean on the sight of my eyes,

But follow the sound of Your voice as it cries.

For Your way is a person—the Shepherd, the Door;

Your truth is a presence to follow,adore.

Your life is a current that runs deep and sure,

Making even the weakest in spirit endure.

So show me Your way, Lord—my one true request—

And lead me in paths of righteousness, blessed.*

Scripture Threads:

Exodus 33:13| Psalm 25:4-5 | John 14:6 | Psalm 32:8 | Proverbs 3:5-6 | Psalm 16:11

The Blessing Way.

 The Blessing Way

Not merely gold, nor harvest’s yield,

Nor comfort in a guarded field—

But deeper streams,a higher good,

As promised since the ancient wood.

"I will bless you,"the Father said,

With living Bread, with daily Bread.

The blessing falls on souls who see

Their own deep poverty in Thee—

The mourners’comfort, mercy’s gain,

The pure in heart who see Thy face.

"Blessed are they,"the mountains heard,

Who trust the fullness of the Word.

It comes, a table in the wild,

The Spirit’s whisper to a child,

A peace that guards the anxious mind,

A seeking heart that sure shall find.

"The Lord will bless His peace,"they sing,

To those who on His goodness cling.

It clothes you in a robe of right,

It turns your darkness into light,

It walks beside through shadowed vale,

When every other comfort fails.

"I will bless you going out,"He vows,

And bless you in your coming home.

It flows through wounds, through willing hands

That sow in tears on broken lands.

It grows in giving,thrives in trust,

And raises treasure from the dust.

"Give, and it will be given,"poured,

Good measure, pressed and running o’er.

And when the journey finds its end,

This blessing,like a faithful friend,

Will open wide the gates of grace

And show you,face to radiant face,

The Source of every good enjoyed—

"Well done, good servant,"overjoyed.

So count the blessings, seen and hid—

The daily mercies,all He did

And does and will do,without end,

On whom His covenant descends.

"Every good gift,"from heaven above,

Is born of His eternal love.

Scripture Threads woven through:

Genesis 12:2| Matthew 5:3-9 | Philippians 4:7, 19 | Deuteronomy 28:6 |

Luke 6:38| James 1:17 | Matthew 25:21 | Psalm 103:2

Hear the cries of your people.

 Hear the Cries of Your People

From dust we call, from shadowed deeps,

Where watch we keep,where sorrow seeps.

Our aching breath,our tear-stained plea—

O Lord of Heaven,bend Your knee.

You are not deaf; You are not blind,

The groanings of the contrite mind.

From captive chains, from weary years,

From fields made salt with fallen tears,

From hearts that break beneath the rod,

We lift our cry,O living God.

You saw in Egypt, You drew near,

Your ear attentive to our fear.

From beds of pain, from doubt’s dark night,

From spirits crushed and fled from light,

From homes where peace has turned to strife,

From every broken thread of life—

Incline Your ear, O Mighty One,

Remember us, Your wayward son.

From cities loud with pride and greed,

From lonely souls in silent need,

From those who faint beneath the sun,

Who whisper,“How long, Lord? How long?”

You are the refuge of the poor,

A present help, a fortress sure.

We have no claim but mercy’s ground,

No righteous plea but Jesus’wound.

We bring no worth,no clean attire,

But kindled by Your Spirit’s fire,

We dare to call on Your great name,

And trust the promise You proclaim.

So hear the cries of all Your own—

The shattered heart,the faith faint-grown.

Come with Your kingdom,with Your grace,

And turn our weeping to embrace.

For You have said You’ll dry all tears,

And banish in the coming years

All cries of pain, all nights of dread—

When every wrong You’ll right instead.

Hasten the day. Until then, hear.

Abide with us,dispel our fear.

And in the waiting,let our prayer

Be held within Your tender care.

You hear. You see. You know. You will.

Your covenant You shall fulfill.

Scripture Threads:

Psalm 34:15| Exodus 3:7 | Psalm 102:1 | Psalm 9:12 |

Revelation 21:4| 2 Peter 3:9 | Romans 8:26

Guide my path, Lord.

 Guide My Path, Lord

O Lord, my Maker, hold my hand,

And guide my steps through shifting sand.

My own eyes see a tangled way,

My mind would plan from day to day,

But You alone know end from start—

In all my ways, Lord, guide my heart.

I will not lean on what I know,

For human wisdom’s light is low.

Instead,in every thought and choice,

I’ll listen for Your steady voice.

I’ll trust in You with all my soul,

And You will make my pathway whole.

Your Word—a lamp unto my feet,

A steady,strong, and holy beat

That cuts the darkness,shows the ground

Where firm and faithful steps are found.

A light upon the narrow way,

That leads to everlasting day.

When crossroads come and choices press,

In quietness and prayerfulness,

Direct my will,correct my sight,

And turn me toward the truer Light.

Say to my soul, “This is the way,”

And I will walk in it today.

And if the way grows steep or dim,

I will not fear,for I walk with Him

Who led His people through the sea,

Who walks this very path with me.

For You are good, Your way is right;

You turn our darkness into light.

So guide my path, O Shepherd true,

Till all my journey leads to You.

My future rests within Your hand,

Upon Your promise I now stand.

Lead me beside the streams of grace,

Until I see You face to face.

Scripture Threads:

Proverbs 3:5-6| Psalm 119:105 | Isaiah 30:21 | Isaiah 42:16 | Psalm 23:3

Give thanks with a grateful heart.

 A Grateful Heart

Give thanks with a grateful heart,

For every good and perfect part

Of morning light and daily bread,

By which our waking souls are fed.

This is the day the Lord has made;

In joy and thanks let praise be laid.

Give thanks for mercies, new each dawn,

For grace that lifts us when we’re drawn

To fear or dwell on what we lack—

He turns our wanderings gently back.

His compassions never fail;

They rise where doubt and darkness pale.

Give thanks for trials, strangely kind,

That work a patient,trusting mind;

For in the testing,faith takes root,

And bears the everlasting fruit.

Count it all joy when trials press,

For God is working righteousness.

Give thanks for Christ, the Living Word,

The sweetest song the heart has heard;

For nail-pierced hands,for empty grave,

For mighty love that loves to save.

Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift—

The burdened soul, His grace can lift.

Give thanks in all things—high or low—

For this is Heaven’s will,we know.

Not for the circumstance,but for

The One who opens Heaven’s door.

In everything give thanks, for this

Is God’s own will in Christ our peace.

So let the thankful chorus start

Deep in the temple of the heart.

Let gratitude become the song

That all our days and years prolong.

Enter His gates with thanksgiving here,

His courts with praise—for He is near.

Scripture woven throughout:

1 Thessalonians 5:18| Psalm 118:24 |

Lamentations 3:22-23| James 1:2-4 |

2 Corinthians 9:15| Philippians 4:6-7 | Psalm 100:4

Cast your cares to Jesus.

 Cast Your Cares

When cares, like storm-waves, rise and press,

And rob the troubled heart of rest,

When all your strength is worn and thin,

And fears without and fears within—

There is a Voice,both kind and near:

"Come unto Me, and lay it here."

See how the sparrow, small and plain,

Is fed by heaven’s gentle rain.

See how the lily,clothed so fair,

Grows without fret or toiling care.

"Are you not worth much more than these?"

He whispers on the morning breeze.

That heavy yoke you drag alone,

That weight of sin you’ve made your own,

That future dim,that past regret—

All burdens He has not forgot.

"My yoke is easy,"still He calls,

"My burden light" when on Him falls.

Then bring the worry, bring the dread,

The things unsaid,the tears unshed.

Bring all the anxious,restless thought

That inner peace has fought and fought.

"Cast every care on Me,"He pleads,

"For on your heart My Spirit feeds."

Do not be troubled anymore;

Lift up your soul,unlock the door.

In grateful prayer,let requests pour,

And kneel before the One who bore

The weight of all the world’s despair

That you might live without its snare.

And there—beyond all understanding—flows

A peace that guards your heart,and knows

The Father’s hand,which cannot fail,

Will hold you steady through the gale.

So rest your worries, soul, and cease;

For Jesus is your perfect peace.

Scripture woven through:

Matthew 11:28-30| Matthew 6:26-28 |

1 Peter 5:7| Philippians 4:6-7 |

Psalm 55:22

Righteousness.

 The Garment Woven

Not threads of mine, of effort spun,

A soiled robe in righteous sun,

That stains and frays and cannot hide

The poverty I wear inside.

My righteous acts are but a shade,

A fading leaf, a wilting blade.

Then from the Throne, a perfect white—

A Lamb,who was my darkest night.

They pierced His hands,His side, His brow,

And from the wound,a cleansing flow.

"He is the Lord, our Righteousness,"

A fountain for my wretchedness.

I stood, accused, the Law’s demand

A silent gavel in His hand.

But then the Advocate arose,

And marked my debt as fully closed.

"Justified freely by His grace,"

I saw my condemnation erased.

Now woven not with deeds I try,

But by the faith that does not lie;

A gift received,a royal dress,

A state of holy blessedness.

His righteousness becomes my own,

Before the everlasting throne.

And day by day, as I abide,

This holy cloth,so sanctified,

Is worked in me—a living art,

His righteous life within my heart.

He who began this work so true,

Will see it through, and make me new.

Until that Day, the final scene,

All that is dim shall be made clean.

No spot or wrinkle shall remain,

When I,like Him, in glory reign.

Clothed in linen, pure and bright,

My own war ended, won His fight.

So stands the soul, no more in dread,

By His own life and blood clothed,fed.

A righteousness not mine,but given—

The very ground of earth and heaven.

Scripture Threads:

Isaiah 64:6| Jeremiah 23:6 | Romans 3:22-24 | Romans 5:1 |

1 Corinthians 1:30| 2 Corinthians 5:21 | Philippians 1:6 | Philippians 3:9 |

Revelation 19:8

Life of Jesus.

 The Tapestry of Jesus

From David’s root, a tender Sprout,

The Word whom heaven could not contain

Now wrapped in time,and clothed in drought,

To bear the weight of human pain.

The Word made flesh, and dwelt among

Our shadowed days, with grace and truth upon His tongue.

A star, a stable, shepherds’ fright,

The Maker in a cradle laid.

Herod’s rage and flight by night—

For this the ancient seers had prayed.

"Out of Egypt I called my Son,"

The long-awaited reign of God had now begun.

At Jordan’s flow, the heavens torn,

The Spirit’s dove,the Father’s voice:

"This is my Son, the Beloved One,

In Him my heart and soul rejoice."

The desert’s thirst,the tempter’s art,

A steadfast,perfect, undivided heart.

Along the shore, a simple call:

"Leave your nets and follow Me."

He spoke with love and power to all

The sick,the bound, the blind to free.

He took our infirmities, our grief,

And in His hands brought kind, believing relief.

Upon the mount, He taught the soul—

The poor,the meek, the pure in heart.

A new and revolutionary scroll

That pierced the spirit like a dart.

"You have heard it said," His voice would ring,

But deeper still, the law of love He came to bring.

The loaves were broke, the storm was stilled,

The leper touched,the dead awoke.

The very fount of life was spilled

Where broken,trusting hearts invoked.

"Who do you say that I am?" He pled,

As toward Jerusalem His steady feet were led.

The colt, the palms, the children’s cry,

The table shared,the bread and wine.

The anguish in Gethsemane’s sigh,

The traitor’s kiss,the dark design.

"Not my will, but Yours," He prayed alone,

Then drank the cup of wrath for sins not His own.

The scourge, the thorns, the wood, the nails,

The cry that shook the temple veil.

The lifted Lamb whose love prevails,

O’er death and hell to conquer,heal.

"It is finished!" rent the sky,

The perfect sacrifice, for us to justify.

But silent stone could not contain

The Sun of Righteousness,arisen.

He shattered death’s enduring chain

And flung wide wide the sinner’s prison.

"Go, tell my brothers," Mary heard,

The living, breathing, everlasting Word.

From manger cross to empty tomb,

One seamless life of“God-with-us.”

Through shadow,pain, and borrowed room,

His love relentless,glorious.

Jesus Christ, the same—yesterday, today,

The Life, the Truth, the Resurrection, and the Way.

Scripture Threads:

John 1:14| Matthew 2:15 | Matthew 3:17 | Matthew 4:19 | Matthew 8:17 | Matthew 5-7 | Matthew 16:15 | Luke 22:42 | John 19:30 | Matthew 28:10 | Hebrews 13:8

Resurrection of Jesus.

 Easter Dawn: The Broken Seal

A stillness fell on Friday’s gloom,

The Messiah sealed within the tomb.

A stone of sorrow,cold and vast,

As if all hope had breathed its last.

The Sabbath hushed in grief and dread,

For Love Himself lay with the dead.

But in the dark, before the sun,

The deed of ages was undone.

A breath of life,a pulse of power,

Within the silent,sacred hour.

He was not there; the tomb stood wide,

Where death had housed the Crucified.

Then tremors shook the waking earth,

With echoes of a second birth.

An angel,blazing like the sun,

Proclaimed the vict’ry Heaven won:

"Why seek the Living with the dead?

He is not here; He rose, as said!"

To weeping Mary, lost and torn,

Through blur of grief,a form took form.

She heard her name—one word,one tone—

And in that voice,her heart was known.

"Rabboni!"cried the breaking dawn,

The bondage of all sorrows gone.

To Thomas, doubting, wounded, sore,

He showed the hands,the side He bore.

No faith required of sightless trust,

But mercy meeting mortal dust.

"My Lord, my God!"the doubters sing,

To touch the scars that prove Him King.

Then on the road, with bread He blessed,

Their burning hearts could find no rest

Until they knew the Guest they had

Was He who conquered Hades’glade.

The Scriptures opened, clear and true,

In breaking bread their eyes broke through.

He stood upon the mountain’s crest,

With words that calmed the soul’s unrest:

"All authority is Mine,"He said,

"Go tell the world, once cold and dead."

A cloud then took Him from their gaze,

To rule through everlasting days.

So now the stone of every heart,

The seal of grief,can break apart.

For empty tomb and open sky

Proclaim that death itself will die.

He is the Firstfruit from the grave,

The One who mighty is to save.

Scripture Woven:

Luke 24:5-6| Matthew 28:6 | John 20:16 | John 20:28 |

Luke 24:30-31| Matthew 28:18-20 | Acts 1:9 | 1 Corinthians 15:20

Birth of Jesus.

 Nativity: The Silent Word

A world in waiting, hushed and deep,

Where weary souls their vigil keep,

When prophets'echoes, faint and old,

Foretold a King,a Shepherd bold.

But you, O Bethlehem, so small,

Shall give the Lord who governs all.

A maiden kneels, the dawn draws near,

A holy whisper in her ear.

The Spirit's shadow,vast and mild,

Upon her soul,a promise styled.

"Behold, you will conceive a son,"

The long-awaited Holy One.

Through desert hills a journey pressed,

To David's town,for census' test.

No room was found in crowded inn,

For heaven's love to enter in.

She laid him in a manger bare,

The Bread of Life, in humblest lair.

Then sudden light! A shepherd's dread

Dissolved in words the angel said:

"Good news of joy for all your race –

A Savior comes with boundless grace!"

The sky awoke with heaven's host,

A gleaming,thunderous, joyful boast.

A star now moved with purpose keen,

O'er eastern sages,wise and serene.

To find the child,to kneel and bring

The tribute due a newborn King.

They saw the young child on the knee

Of Mary, bowed in mystery.

The Word made flesh, in swaddling bands,

The Law's fulfillment in small hands.

Eternal God in time and place,

The mirror of the Father's face.

And we have seen his glory, true,

All grace and peace come down to you.

Scripture Threads:

Micah 5:2| Luke 1:31 | Luke 2:7 | Luke 2:10-11 | Matthew 2:10-11 | John 1:14

Salvation's Tapestry.

 Salvation's Tapestry

In Eden's dust, the fracture wide,

A chosen seed,a promised stride.

While Adam’s sin brought endless night,

A coming dawn would wrestle night.

"He will crush your head,"the solemn Word,

The first faint hope Creation heard.

Through desert years and prophets' sighs,

Beneath the vast,expectant skies,

A crimson thread through linen spun–

The sacrifice,the chosen One.

"The Lamb of God,"who takes away

The sin that leads the soul astray.

Then came the day, the tree, the nails,

Where mercy's deepest heart unveils.

The King of Heaven,scorned, accused,

With love and longing,bruised, abused.

"It is finished!"came the cry,

As darkness claimed the midday sky.

But silent stone could not contain

The Son who rose to live and reign.

The empty tomb,the folded grave-clothes laid,

The debt of death in full was paid.

"He is not here; He is risen!"sang the morn,

The first fruits of the reborn.

Now not by works we strive to earn,

But by the faith that turns to learn

The open door,the gift, the call,

That lifts the sinner from the fall.

"By grace you have been saved,"we see,

A branch upon the living Tree.

So let the redeemed proclaim the story –

This path from shadow into glory.

From Genesis to Revelation's shore,

God's love endures forevermore.

"Salvation belongs to our God,"we sing,

To Christ,the everlasting King.

Scripture References woven within:

Genesis 3:15| Isaiah 53 | John 1:29 | John 19:30 | Matthew 28:6 | Ephesians 2:8-9 | Revelation 7:10

Psalms in Poems.

 Psalms in Poem

The heart’s cry and heaven’s echo

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I. Psalm of Praise

Praise the Lord, O my soul—

Let all that is within me rise and sing

To the King who wraps Himself in light,

Who rides the clouds, who shapes the spring.

Mountains bow and oceans roar

At the whisper of His name.

Let my every breath adore

The Love no time can tame.

II. Psalm of Lament

How long, O Lord? Will You forget me forever?

My tears have been my food by night.

Enemies whisper, “God will deliver

No help to you in your plight.”

Yet I remember years gone by,

Your faithfulness in sorrow’s shade,

And through the weeping, I reply:

I will trust the hands that made.

III. Psalm of Trust

The Lord is my shepherd—

I shall not want, I shall not fear.

Through valleys dark, His staff is near.

He spreads a table in the strife,

Anoints my head with oil of life.

Goodness and mercy, all my days,

Will follow me and guide my ways—

Then home, at last, within His door,

To dwell with Him forevermore.

IV. Psalm of Wisdom

Blessed is the one who walks not with the wicked,

But plants their heart beside the stream,

Whose leaf is green, whose hope is quickened—

A life rooted in the Sacred Dream.

For the Lord knows the way of the just,

But the way of the faithless will fade like dust.

V. Psalm of Forgiveness

Have mercy on me, O God,

According to Your steadfast love.

Blot out my stain, break guilt’s hard rod,

Wash me with grace from above.

Create in me a spirit clean,

Renew my joy, make my spirit keen.

Then I will teach the wandering heart

The beauty of Your healing art.

VI. Psalm of Creation

The heavens declare Your glory,

The skies Your craftsmanship proclaim.

Day to day pours out the story,

Night to night whispers Your name.

There is no speech, there is no word,

Yet all the earth has seen and heard:

You, the Maker of the sun,

Who clothes the lily, counts each one.

VII. Psalm of Refuge

You who dwell in the shelter of the Most High,

Who rest in the shadow of the Almighty’s wing—

No terror by night, no arrow by day

Can touch the soul that clings to the King.

A thousand may fall at your side,

Yet you will be safe, for He is your guide.

VIII. Psalm of the Word

Your word is a lamp unto my feet,

A light upon the winding way.

In its truth, my aching finds its beat,

In its promise, my night turns to day.

Sweeter than honey, finer than gold—

The ancient story forever told.

IX. Psalm of Ascension

I lift my eyes to the hills—

Where does my help come from?

My help comes from the Lord,

Maker of heaven and home.

He will not let your foot be moved;

He watches, He keeps, He guards, He loves.

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Selah.

Pause and ponder.

Let the heart hold what the ear has heard.

“Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.”

—Psalm 150:6

Revelation in Poems

 Revelation in Poem

Visions of the end and the endless beginning

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The Unveiling

A door stood open in heaven’s height,

And a voice like trumpet called, “Come, see

What must take place after this night—

The scroll of destiny, sealed with mystery.”

And there, a throne, with rainbow bright,

And One who sat in blinding light,

And elders crowned, and creatures four

Crying, “Holy!” forevermore.

The Lamb Who Was Slain

Weep, John, for none could loose the scroll,

Till from the throne, a Lion’s cry—

But behold, a Lamb with wounds yet whole,

Standing as though slain, lifted high.

And He took the book from the Hand Divine,

And every creature in earth and sea

Sang, “Worthy is the Lamb to open the sign!”

And heaven echoed, “Worthy is He!”

Seals, Trumpets, Bowls

Then broke the seals, and horsemen rode—

Conquest, war, and famine’s breath,

And martyrs crying, “How long, O God?”

Till silence fell on heaven and earth.

Then trumpets blared, and woes were poured—

Stars fell like figs, the sea turned blood—

Yet men still hardened, unrepentant hearts,

While angels strained to play their parts.

The Woman and the Dragon

A woman clothed with the sun, in birth-pain torn,

A dragon red with rage, waiting to devour.

She fled to wilderness, a child new-born—

Caught up to God, safe from his hour.

Then war in heaven—Michael and his host

Cast the ancient serpent to the coast

Of earth, where he, in furious spite,

Made war on saints in darkest night.

The Beasts from Sea and Land

From sea, a beast with blasphemous crown,

From earth, another with lying breath—

They forced the mark, they trampled down

All who would not bow to death.

Yet on Mount Zion, a hundred and forty-four

Sealed with the Name, to endure the war,

And a numberless multitude in robes made white,

Who came through tribulation into light.

Babylon’s Fall

Then an angel cried, “Babylon fallen, fallen is she—

That great city of gold and shame!”

And merchants wept on the glassy sea

As smoke rose up from her fiery flame.

“Come out, my people,” the voice from heaven said,

“Lest you partake of her plagues and dread.”

For her sins reached high as heaven’s dome,

And God remembered her every stone.

The Wedding Supper

Then Hallelujahs shook the sky—

“The Lord our God Almighty reigns!”

And the Bride made ready, pure and high,

In linen bright, washed from stains.

“Blessed are those called to the Lamb’s own feast!”

And the Word of God, on a white horse, released,

With armies of heaven, in righteousness dressed,

To tread the winepress of wrath repressed.

The Thousand Years

Then Satan bound, and thrones were set—

The martyrs reigned with Christ a span,

Till the dragon loosed for one last fret,

To gather nations like shifting sand.

But fire fell from the holy throne,

And devil, beast, and false prophet thrown

Into the lake of endless fire—

The end of hatred’s dark desire.

The Great White Throne

Then earth and heaven fled away

From the face of the One on the judgment seat,

And the dead, both great and small, that day

Stood before Him, their deeds complete.

The books were opened, the sea gave its dead,

And Death and Hades to fire were led.

No place for them in the world made new—

For the former things had passed from view.

All Things New

Then I saw heaven open wide,

A New Jerusalem, bright as a bride,

Descending with glory, prepared as a home,

Where God Himself with His own would roam.

No temple there, for the Lord is its light,

No night, no sorrow, no pain, no blight.

The river of life from the throne did flow,

And the tree of healing made all things whole.

And a voice said, “See, I make all things new—

These words are faithful and true.

I am the Alpha, Omega, the End, the Start,

And to the thirsty, I’ll give this water, free heart.”

The Final Word

“Surely, I come quickly,” He said from the throne.

And the Spirit and Bride say, “Come!”

Let the hearer reply, with a longing tone,

“Even so, Lord Jesus, come.”

And grace be with all who keep this Word—

The prophecy spoken, the vision heard.

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“He who testifies to these things says, ‘Yes, I am coming soon.’ Amen. Come, Lord Jesus. The grace of the Lord Jesus be with God’s people. Amen.” (Revelation 22:20–21)

Genesis in Poems

 Genesis in Poem

From void to covenant, from dust to destiny

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In the Beginning

Before the forming of day or night,

The Spirit hovered, brooding, over deep.

Then God said, “Light,” and there was light—

A cosmic rhythm waking from its sleep.

The heavens stretched, the waters found their place,

The earth brought forth each kind, each seed, each face.

Breath of Life

From dust of ground,with hands divine,

God shaped a form, then breathed His breath—

And Adam woke, a living sign

Of holy love that conquers death.

Then from his side, while deep in rest,

Came Eve, his flesh, his heart, his test.

The Fall

A serpent’s whisper,fruit desired,

A choice that broke the trust they knew.

Their eyes saw shame, their souls were tired—

The garden lost, the world askew.

Yet in the curse, a promise shone:

One born of woman would crush the throne.

Flood and Rainbow

When evil swelled and grief filled heaven’s eyes,

God called a righteous man to build an ark.

The waters rose, then fell from weeping skies—

A dove brought green, a covenant mark.

The bow now set in clouds above

Spoke mercy from the heart of Love.

Tower and Scattering

At Babel’s plain,they sought a name,

A tower tall to reach the sky.

God mixed their words and spread their fame—

A scattered race, a world awry.

Yet in the parting of the tongue,

A plan for every tribe was sung.

Father of Faith

To Abram came a voice,a call:

“Go to a land I’ll show your eyes.

Your seed like stars, your hope through all—

A covenant beneath these skies.”

He believed God, and it was counted right,

And faith became his inner light.

Altars and Ladders

At Bethel’s stone,a dream took flight—

A ladder linking earth and throne.

At Moriah’s hill, a father’s plight—

A ram provided, love made known.

Through Isaac’s laugh and Jacob’s strife,

God wove the tapestry of life.

Joseph’s Coat to Pharaoh’s Ring

Hated and sold,in prison cast,

Yet God was with him in the chain.

From dungeon deep to throne held fast,

He saved the world from famine’s pain.

“You meant for evil,” Joseph said,

“But God for good—to keep us fed.”

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So ends the book of first things,

Of brokenness and promised grace—

Where mercy in the darkness sings,

And God prepares a chosen race

To carry, like a hidden seed,

The coming One who meets our need.

“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.” (Genesis 1:1)

“And I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and hers; he will crush your head, and you will strike his heel.” (Genesis 3:15)

“All peoples on earth will be blessed through you.” (Genesis 12:3)

Hebrew in Poems.

 Hebrew in Poem

A tribute to the tongue of prophets, priests, and kings

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Aleph to Tav

אָז נִבְרָא הָעוֹלָם בְּמִלָּה

Then the world was created with a Word,

A breath of holy fire, a sound unheard

By human ear—yet in its wake,

Light broke, seas rolled, the earth awake.

Lashon Hakodesh — the sacred tongue,

In which the law at Sinai sung,

In which the psalmist wept and prayed,

In which the prophets’ warnings weighed.

Each letter, black on parchment scroll,

Holds mysteries meant to make us whole;

A vav can join the heaven and earth,

A yod can signal covenant’s birth.

Shema Yisrael — “Hear, O Israel,”

The Lord our God, the Lord is One.

This truth no earthly power can quell,

It rises with the morning sun.

In Hebrew, Yeshua means “He saves,”

A name that echoes through the graves

Of generations who longed to see

The Branch of David’s promised tree.

Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?

My God, my God, why forsake me?

The cry that shook the temple’s veil

In Hebrew’s raw, historic wail.

Tefillah — prayer that heaven bends,

Hallel — praise that never ends,

Kadosh, kadosh, kadosh — holy, holy, holy—

Sung by seraphim in courts most high,

And murmured by the meek and lowly

Beneath a wide and waiting sky.

So let the ancient language speak

To spirits humble, mild, and meek.

For in its depths, both stark and grand,

We touch the thought of God’s own hand.

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“The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever.” (Isaiah 40:8)

Eccelectiasis in Poem

 Ecclesiastes in Poem

A meditation on meaning, time, and the fear of God

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Vanity

“Vanity of vanities,” says the Preacher,

“All is vanity under the sun.”

Toil and gain, wisdom and feature—

Each begun, each undone.

I built great works, planted vineyards deep,

Gathered silver, gold, and art.

But when I turned my soul to keep,

Still emptiness gripped my heart.

For what has been will be again,

No new thing under the sky.

The cycles turn for mortal men,

We live, we strive, we die.

A Time

A time to plant, a time to pluck,

A time to break, a time to mend.

A time to cherish, a time to cast away,

A beginning, and also an end.

A time for silence, a time for speech,

A time for war, a time for peace.

God set eternity in our reach,

Yet our understanding finds no release.

Wisdom and Folly

Better wisdom than weapons of war,

Better light than darkness’ veil.

Yet the wise and fool both pass through the same door,

And over both, the same winds wail.

I said, “I will be wise,” but madness I found.

I said, “Pleasure will fill,” but it fled like a breath.

All paths on this weary, turning ground

Lead at last to the house of death.

Remember Your Creator

Remember your Creator in the days of your youth,

Before the years draw near when you’ll say, “I find no pleasure in them.”

Before the sun and moon and stars lose their truth,

And the dust returns to the earth’s hem.

Before the silver cord is severed,

The golden bowl broken, the pitcher shattered at the fountain.

For then, to the eternal land, you’ll be gathered—

Beyond the counting of days, beyond the mountain.

The End of the Matter

All has been heard.

Fear God, and keep His commands.

For this is the whole duty of man,

The only work that forever stands.

God will bring every deed to judgment,

Every hidden thing, good or ill.

So let your life be an acknowledgment

Of His holy, enduring will.

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“The words of the wise are like goads, their collected sayings like firmly embedded nails—given by one shepherd.” (Ecclesiastes 12:11)

Proverbs in Poem

 Amen.

Here is wisdom from the Book of Proverbs, woven into verse.

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Wisdom’s Voice

Hear, my child, your father’s instruction,

And do not forsake your mother’s teaching;

For they are a garland of grace for your head,

And a shield for your heart when the enemy’s breathing.

“The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge, but fools despise wisdom and instruction.” (Proverbs 1:7–8)

Guard your heart—

For from it flow life’s streams.

Above all keeping, watch its seams.

For as one thinks within the soul,

So they become, and reach their goal.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart,

And lean not on your own design.

In all your ways, to Him impart,

And He will make your pathway shine.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.” (Proverbs 3:5–6)

A gentle answer turns away wrath,

But a harsh word stirs up strife.

The tongue can heal or cut like knives—

Choose words that breathe out life.

Who can find a worthy wife?

Her worth is far beyond fine gold.

She watches over ways of life,

And wisdom’s tales in her are told.

The path of the righteous is like morning light,

Shining brighter till the day is full.

But the way of the wicked is deep as night—

They stumble, though the ground seems pull.

Train a child in the way to go,

And when they’re old, they’ll stay true.

For seeds of wisdom you now sow

Will yield a harvest straight and through.

Give freely, for it leads to gain;

Hold tightly, and you’ll find but loss.

The generous soul, through sun and rain,

Will find their cup borne on the cross

Of Him who gave His all away—

The Wisdom of God in full display.

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“For the Lord gives wisdom; from his mouth come knowledge and understanding.” (Proverbs 2:6)