Christian Sea Poems | Christian Poems About Sea

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Home Harbor

Beyond this space called here and now where hopes are often lost;
across the seething sea of time where dreams are tempest tossed,
there lies a haven well desired to gain at any cost;
to lie at anchor there will be worth all the waters crossed.

The port is gained by following a narrow path, we know.
Many ships have run aground on reefs of sin and woe.
Sound the waves and fathom out the deeps that lie below,
and guide your ship to safety, watching ever for the foe.

In that haven time will cease; the sea shall be as glass,
and all the evils known to man will in the depths be cast.
No parting and no weeping, heartaches, too, will pass
for joy will reign on every ship whose tow line is made fast.

Put forth all effort, then, to reach that harbor through the foam;
cease seeking for the pleasure isles that call the soul to roam.
Mark the charts with vision clear by heaven's starry dome;
make Christ your helmsman; through thickest fog He made that harbor home.

Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 1987

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

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Find Me In Six - Find Me

Find me in the sea full of empty shells.
They are bones over Noah’s burnt vessel,
ashes of gopher, Calvary’s wood the
timeless ark and rungs on Jacob’s ladder.
Moor your might to my truth and blink your eye.
Before you’re adrift in Luke’s gulf, find me.

Date: 01.18.17
Contest: Find Me In Six
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud

Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ballade | |

Sea impression

                 Wave a sea softened
                  and a pain and a tenderness
                   throw dreams in fascination
                   of the blue.
                   And let shave the waves of
                   Your eternity , oh, weigh
                    above me,
                    oh,weigh a  coast of years.
                    Carry far in azure, spiral
                    with bulging little abdomens,
                    flutter with mahagony pinions
                    and already in vain  expect you
                    to stop the scales harbours 
                    with hot flames for You are
                    Far away, far away ,far away,
                    stretched string,
                    heart and frank await the 
                    hymn of June.
                    All sea sisters are dressed in
                    mother-of-pearl garment
                    embroidered of kiss of 
                    In the morning hunts them
                    fishermen and revive with
                    breath of their man’s hands.
                    In the evening girls wash 
                    their black tunics,
                    in their blue hearts,
                    their feet white ,who cadge
                    heavy chains.
                    The night is squeezed enigma
                    and ugly,
                    predatory like a bat pecking
                    of scarlet fig.
                    Sea sisters, sea sisters,
                    remember His steps 
                    which go through you noiselessly,
                  and ou swing like
                  bloody wine-
                 hold in His fingers Herod,
                 Pilate washes his hands,
                in Yours heirs
               and they bristled like winter
               icicles bristles of innoncent blood .
               There at Golgotha 
                hearing terrible cry,
                blood gushes like
               wounded river disappear
               like Easter roses,
              in weeds of flushed 
     preditory crowd,
     to open way of
     Who is He?
     Do you heard 
     His name ?
     He is Messiah,
     God’s anoited
      Jesus Christ.
      Like little sheeps,
      clouds of candy floss,
      they welcome festivaly.
       Barefooted are feet 
      of lovely swarthy steps
     of the sun, came to bow,
      before You , Creator.
      The sea throws his 
       magnificent silver flesh,
      blue like heavently lace,
       to swallow all stars 
       only Bethlehem’s
      stays inextinguishable,
       pretty like uncreated
      like an apple of not 
      born girl.      

Copyright © Nina Mindova | Year Posted 2012

Details | Pastoral | |

The Crystal Sea

Within the bounds of heaven is a mighty sea. 
It has no boundaries.
It goes on for infinity.
Its crystalline surface is like a million tiny mirrors looking back at me.
Enraptured by this fairy tale like body of water and its properties.

Its chemistry cannot be cataloged.
Its elements are unforeseen anywhere else in the entire galaxy.
It is a pure and holy extension of the waters of the throne room of Jehovah.
Its gates are opened every once in a million years to cleanse the earth. 

The waves of this sea brings a calm to me.
Like the mighty rushing waters in the heart of my King!
Cascading currents of peace. 
Peace and calm.
Calm and peace.

Rhythmic waves that dance and carry healing to all those who seek it through the King.
Come to the waters of Mighty Jehovah.
Come to the waters and splash and sing! 
Sing praises to the King of the Universe! 
To the King of Everything!
Come and Sing at the edge of the Crystal sea!

Gwendolen Rix

Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka | |


     petrel skims surface

of the waves of this grey sea:

      named after Peter

   who was by a bluer sea

except on that day of storm



Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative | |

Amid the Sea

Alone on an island far and free,
Life survives amid the sea. 
Neither wind nor swirling sand can tempt,
Life from its heavenly tent.

No life is safer no joy more complete
Than be from beneath the tempter’s feet. 
Hunger and thirst entice the soul 
Within the flesh they quickly grow.

The scourging wind, and blistering sun 
Rake the skin and sear the tongue. 
Death’s hovering flight prowls the day 
And chill of night.

As steps become weaker 
And drag in the sand,
Whispers of hope lend forth a hand;
“Where dwells salvation swells from a Spring; 
Therein is safety and pastures of green.”


Copyright © Jonathan Bellmann | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Alone On The Sea

What a wonderful day to be on the sea...
It's just the lord and m.

The clouds are fluffy and the wind is brisk...
But with the Lord by side there is no risk.

My Bible is open and my heart is too...
And it always amazes me how God's presence can infill you.

The sun is warm and my spirits soar...
And this is what these special days were created for.

Alone on the sea just the Lord and me...
There is no other place I'd rather be.

We talk and share, just the two of us...
A perfect day without a worry or fuss.

Life is good when you sail with the King...
His presence brings the perfect ring,


Copyright © tom kesting | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ballad | |

The Prize

She has been gaining on us

Our hold heavy

With burdensome loot

Our riggings pock-marked

From the shot of exchanges

And the stress of this South Sea.

Duties never change

Sometimes lightened with song

But many a time

On our knees scrubbing.

Or hauling sheets

Or scampering aloft.

We know our lowliness

Those skeletons of drink, darkness

And debauchery ashore.

Captain reads us Psalms

Many a morn

But the images are so foreign

Like an exotic verdant isle

Not yet landed.

And this other bonnie ship

Gaining this late afternoon

All sails full and profiting

This might be the last

Of our nights for this flag.

Close watch to lights and breeze

We reckon.

And who are they?

And whose Crown?

And will we be shackled

Below decks?

Or given happy privilege

To serve and strain

And sing yet again?

For a different Captain

Headed for a different land?

With what seems

Totally different purpose.


(* Salvation starts with total despair of self, leading to an overthrow, a boarding, and a subjugation with ultimate gladness to a different Captain and King. Think I'm gonna sail away with Him.)

Copyright © Doug Blair | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |


Watching the ocean, it's waves, how it's never still
Seeking truth in the void
Swimming towards light, holding back, drowning
Rays of light piercing vast a empty 
In return I wither away and see more of self
Cracking breaking evolving into something
To where I am alone but not abandoned
Understanding and not knowing
Floating aware that I am here
What is to be of this?
Without Judgment
Waiting, the trumpet of soldiers
For battle cries
Accepting that place 
Made up of tranquility, laughter, joy, death
Surrendering to Him
Patiently, looking at the restless sea.

Copyright © Ernest Martinez | Year Posted 2017