Holy Bible Poems | Examples
These Holy Bible poems are examples of Bible poems about Holy. These are the best examples of Bible Holy poems written by international poets.
Humble start
Moment to express
Earth to Heaven
Need to pray
The Cross on the mind
A world that doesn’t spiritually care
A warning in beware
The US President acting like a King
The Holy One being the sit high and look down watch
Some people in the world refuse to bend
That could very well be their end
Wisdom of Thy
Seeing eye to eye
The creator of all
Deliverance call
Sees and responds
Wake up in Heaven’s yearn
Blessed to look upon
Embraces and assures
None better but the Lord
Power stronger than I
Today and Forever
Everlasting
Praise to above
Goodness to think of
Me and Thy
A tea bag in the ocean,
small, fragile, trembling in vastness,
its string a whisper,
its paper skin thin against the tide.
It carries a world of fragrance within,
spices and leaves gathered from distant hills,
yet when cast into infinity
its essence bleeds gently, unseen,
lost to the salt and surge.
The ocean does not change—
its roar unmoved, its deep unshaken—
but the tea bag, emptied of itself,
becomes a ghost of what it was.
And still, there is a quiet beauty:
the courage of the small
meeting the enormity of the endless,
the offering of all it holds,
though the waves may never taste it.
To give, even if unnoticed,
to dissolve, even if forgotten,
to color a sea that cannot be colored,
and yet still try,
is to become a living sacrifice,
holy and acceptable
to
God
In ancient Egypt paharoh waxed wroth.' For he was there god... Such was his boast.' Until from
The rushes came a man, who'd accept no kings bull
Only Yahweh's plans.' His spirit God filled, so plauges came a'plenty.' Pharoah took ten big hits
Moses got on his toes, and off with those
Isrealites; he surely lit.'
Lord make me aware, attuned to you my form.
As a funnel like the diggeridoo.' Or violins tempo harp or piano chords beat my heart to
The drumbeat of your dreams.' Tune me as a
Guitar; that is hidden unseen' let my notes make your greatness known' make the message strong and keen.' All is full of glory
That you do.' Make of some writers, and poets
Too.' May all this become true..Let these events stand before all men.! Make some healers and others singers about your great
Name' lord let it be so as it was back then the same.' This gets me thinking please return again.' In the meantime Father grant us accord to evangelists and prophets that will
Stand in your great battlefield Lord.' Through perecution bring us safe i pray, we trust only
In you, to your plans we yield.' Breath upon us Lord, make us ready every
Woman every man.' Tell us bear fruit in this season', how to bless you?
Holy and Grand' you alone are Righteous and True' i will follow in your footsteps; there are no other gods..I would place before you.' Our Father Allmighty Father allmighty ever' making things ever new.!
Never still the mind of God.' continual motion
Growth of purpose' rythem of love, making..'
man and woman' comes from above.' Growth of grass
Errosion of cliffs.' Waves upon oceons work
To shift..Grit in oyster, kernel growth.' Denotes
Wisdom and tears..Indeed; my oath.! Wind that moves
Emotions to change; sadness to elation such
A range.. Snail or Eagle slow or fleet Earth and
Universe.' Of all such I speak..Can you feel the
Intended.? Do you reach? Do you yearn? Are
You commited? Such is helpful. If of God
You would learn.' satan apes God even as he dies
A burned out relic with rhetorical lies.' Who
Offers most often (that which you have!) yet to
Rob is his intention...I'll call his odds.' May I
Talk the Truth.? For it brings him down.' His
Is a tawdrey glory..His is the volatile crown
Dry as paper..If i may.? He readied he is basted and he will climb in the tray..Be seperate from him.' Always seek the Lord by
The way of His waters upon His holy shores
Travel through the ' red sea ' turn not aside.'
The Great God of all motion.' Intends to take
Him, HIs bride.!
Surrounded by immortal elders at the at the door to heaven
I hear a voice of silence whispering in a solemnly tone.
That we have been blinded by the aesthetic fallacy
Planted hemlock leading to eternal mortal as a price
A warning from moses' will be witnessed before it's time to rise
I'm traumatic and terrified, I close my eyes
I see babbling persons in white beyond the blue skies
The weak are made strong and magnified
I see pride and vicious man crying
In a fountain of lava together with a morning star
For a millennium enduring pain without getting any scar
I open my eyes and hear a lucid voice
Eternal dearth is your choice
The hour to reconcile is now not later
The holy son is returning feckly now not later
What The World Needs Is Jesus
What the world needs is Jesus,
In trying times like these,
He's the answer to our problems,
For in Him there's peace.
There's also joy and righteousness,
That is in the Holy Ghost,
It says so in the Bible,
In book, chapter, and verse.
We need to have the Bible,
Read and taught in our hearing,
And after which obey God's word,
Until His second coming.
Vivian L. Shaw
He doesn't answer when I scream
Into the dark, into my pillow,
Into the hollow between breaths
Where prayers rot.
Everyone says He listens.
But maybe He doesn't listen to girls like me.
Maybe I'm the mistake in the plan.
The broken thread. The shadow on the altar.
They told me He loves the brokenhearted,
But He watched when it happened,
He watched, and He did nothing.
I try to go back,
To fold my hands like they taught us in Sunday school,
To whisper His name like it still means something.
But it burns my throat,
Like a lie I never asked to carry.
They say He sees everything.
So He saw me.
He saw what he did—
The way I floated out of my body,
Counting rocks to stay
Anywhere but there.
Did He turn away?
Or was He watching with His holy eye,
Weighing my worth in silence,
And finding me too small to save?
Sometimes I wonder if He hates me.
If I'm the lesson in someone else's sermon.
The warning story for girls
Who don't pray hard enough.
I still wear the cross.
Not because I trust Him.
Because I'm afraid of what He could do
If I take it off.
Or maybe because I'm hoping,
Somehow, He'll notice me again
And feel something.
Anything.
My Lord and my God,
Do not turn away from me;
Do not take Your Holy Spirit from me.
I have grieved You time and again,
And in full knowledge,
I have chosen the path of bitterness and wrath.
But You, O Lord, are not like me—
You are slow to anger, rich in mercy,
Overflowing with steadfast love.
So I fall at Your feet,
Appealing to Your compassion.
You were ready to deliver me from evil,
Yet I walked willingly into the shadows.
You filled my cup with lovingkindness,
But I drank instead of hatred.
All day I wrestle with this thought:
“Surely, You have withdrawn Your Spirit from me.”
Why else would my soul groan in anguish?
How could Your holiness dwell
In one so defiled?
Yet even now, if You still hear me,
O God of my salvation,
Do not be silent.
Speak again to my soul.
Restore me by Your grace.
Renew a right spirit within me.
Russell Brand, is in the hour.' God has changed this man.'
The Spirit Holy..' Much more than humans see.' Will hold
Him.' And guide him, just pray and try to understand.? Even
All against God." Give Glory to the Lord..As His time draws
Near.! Repent or His judgement, will be most severe!!
My mother bathes her mother’s feet.
She kneels in quiet reverence,
Raising the one who raised her.
Hands cupping water as if it were holy.
Her hands speak a language older than words.
The language spoken by those who had not yet formed their own speech-
love, poured out in gesture.
My mother is light in shadowed rooms,
She moves like mercy,
She gives like breath.
In her presence,
I remember how to be whole.
She ministers through touch,
Anointing without oil,
Healing without command.
My mother is light before the dawn,
Love that does not boast,
Life that does not end.
In her is a glimpse of the divine.
seeing the way the men around you act within the shadows then within the daylight smile and care within a holy “reasoning”-
purely disgusts the soul.
knowing that the men around you have been capable such sinful acts that rot the soul,
as i gaze into their eyes it feels as if im searching through their souls-
degrading and picking apart each unholy piece,
it gives them earth shattering knowledge that someone knows of their sins. like a sinful man spewing to the preacher.
i can tell they feel the same.
i can feel the shame and disgust within themselves as i search through their soul through their eyes-
they can feel the shallow disgust radiating off my soul,
as if it was the devil looking the blinding lights of heavens in the direct soul-
i can feel the unholiness inside themselves.
yet this isn’t my intention-
it’s their guilt of the shameful things they have done im merely just looking it in the eye.
Thank you for Daily Rising
Showing me my life where people don’t see
The Knowledge, Wisdom and Understanding
Death once was calling me, but you gave me a chance of life
Lifted Up Arms in your honor in praise
Every day I see your amaze
Your blessings are always the multitude at the right time
Always unexpected
When I pray, sometimes in tears of despair or when struggles mount, you help me stand, and encourage in ‘WORRY NOT AS I AM WITH YOU”
Your encouragement is beyond what people would give, but it is always an essential turnaround with move with ease
What a Friend in a never pretend
My life has a purpose and you are the reason
Spiritual Words, “HEAD UP and WALK BOLDLY IN ASSURANCE AS YOU PURSUE”
Nobody knows the struggles I have gone through
No one seems to understand nor care
My Cloudy days always turn Sunny
Every high mountain is a need to climb, and thanks for your Mercy and Grace I always keep in mine
Please keep me humble and appreciative
Continue in my life being supportive
Hear me and forever more
Enrich me in continued Faith being my sure.
What would You do, O Father, tell,
If I should fade like fleeting mist?
Would heaven break, would heavens swell,
Or would my absence not exist?
Would You still paint the dawn with fire,
Though I no longer walk the day?
Would You keep faith when hopes expire,
Or let the light just slip away?
Would You still whisper my lost name,
When silence wraps my voice in stone?
Or leave me buried in the flame,
Alone, forgotten and unknown?
Would You still hold the earth so wide,
If none remained to see its face?
Would it dissolve, a drifting tide,
A dream dissolved without a place?
Would You still wait, with patient heart,
For one who’s vanished from Your sight?
Or fall apart and fall apart,
And sink into the endless night?
What are You when the prayers are done,
When holy walls begin to fall?
Does silence hide the holy One,
Or answer every broken call?
Or am I freed, by death’s embrace,
The spark that draws You close to me?
And if You fade with my last grace—
Did love exist? Or none to see?
I bleed
Dark crimson drops
Dripping into water
Sounds like,
“Wo-man,
wo-man,
wo-man.”
I bleed
Pain, pain
Irrigating the soil
Of my now fertile womb
Seeds planted
Growing into life
I bleed
Only blood prepares
Where life begins
Blood for life
I bleed
Blush rose, Just a drop
Pain, Pain
To tear the veil
To open the way
The seed to plant
Sounds like,
“Wi-fe,
Wi-fe,
Wi-fe.”
I bleed
Deep scarlet waterfalls
The river he rides
Into this bloody world
Pain, Pain
Sounds like,
“Mo-ther,
Mo-ther,
Mo-ther.”
I bleed
The woman's war
Death holds my hand
As I scream
I bleed
Only blood can
bring new life
I bleed
Bottomless red fountains
Poured out on the ground
Pain, Pain
Sounds like,
“Sav-ior!
Sav-ior!
Sav-ior!”
I bleed
Each drop shed for you
From brow, limbs, and side
To give eternal life
To rip the veil
To open the way
To the most Holy
Only blood can bring life
Only my blood will do,
so,
I bleed