Story Bible Poems | Examples
These Story Bible poems are examples of Bible poems about Story. These are the best examples of Bible Story poems written by international poets.
You cannot read their minds.
They hide their true intentions,
Like hunters do in blinds,
Too late for circumventions.
Baited by their chumming,
They boast by saying this,
"You cannot stop what's coming!"
Their assassins did not miss.
Cruel conquest brings them joy.
"Like a lion I raged!"
With their prey they will toy,
With sport they are engaged.
But lost in all this glory,
They fail to understand.
It's God who writes the story-
His responses are preplanned!
What you plot against Him,
While you celebrate your win,
Your win is just the prelim-
He will turn it into ruin!
Better consider the Cross!
Jesus died for gain, not loss.
He mocks their succumbing,
"You cannot stop what's coming!"
God's presence is always near; we can feel it in the air.
Like the rays of sun, coming down, it warms us in our heart and mind.
Making us feel happy and calm, God is always available to hear our prayers.
We can bow down and call to him in our prayer, asking him to guide us in our time of need or any time we want to give thanks for all of our needs.
Loving God and following his commandments can make us closer to him, as we grow in our spiritual life.
God is love, and following him, will fill us with his love.
While we walk through this life, we can choose our path forward to our next life.
Life is a journey we take, making each step our unique story in this life.
Life can be a loving journey, having God and praying each day of the year.
Remembering our guiding angel, as we grow in life, hoping we never fall to any strife, asking and praying for all of our guiding angel to light each step we take today and every day in our life.
Thank you God, for today and always.
Story of pat,
Can you hear the sirens?
The old mans values engulfed with burning lust of minors,
Patrick’s family left in suspense & deprived,
Waiting to hear news, if their son is alive.
Peter 5:8 of the bible reads the devil walks among us,
I have met him in a house on fifth street living just behind us,
Across the road from a park there is a house of sin,
This is where a dark story in my life will begin.
Twenty- two years have gone by,
For Pat, his life stolen at the age of 9,
PAEDOPHILE, PAEDOPHILE, PAEDOPHILE! You took more than a life,
But if we tell anybody that you touched us, we will get in strife, right?
Twenty-two years later a neurological hijacking of a memory I must revise,
Tearful compassion as I feel the pain for Pats horrific demise,
I am sorry to the family if they find this written poorly,
“This is Emergency can I ask who is calling”....
Can you hear the sirens?
Troy.B.
One love, one life, one God, and one story for each of us.
Love we each make our choices, who to love and who to leave.
Some loves just don’t meet our needs.
Some loves just can’t see, all that we need.
Some are perfect, but are unavailable, because they are already in a relationship.
Having one love, to hold and love is the ultimate feeling anyone can have.
So, hold out for that one love, the one that has your heart and mind in the top of their mind.
The love that is kind and loves you all the time, that puts a smile on your face, just by thinking about all the moments you have and will create in time.
Love can make us all feel so amazing that it makes our life feel incredible.
Love is the truth and the way; it is like how God made us for loving each other in one love kind of scene.
Like the Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve had each other till someone come between.
So, hold out for your one love, and pray that we all find our one love.
Lifting prayers and thoughts for love, that’s one of a kind.
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.
When first invited
to The Land of Milk and Honey
where stars at night shone bright
and days there were always sunny
he demurred to go
Abraham was of a mind to politely decline
as wouldn't you know
he was lactose intolerant
and diabetic too so
the alleged Promised Land
would only guarantee
even more misery
but when he repented and relented
as his story unravels
more than 2,200 miles
by ox-cart he then travels
and tho' it's unsure if he found a cure
or the fire of his desire
to fulfill the dream which kept him alive
lo he lived to be an old soul of
one hundred and seventy five
"I could've had Elimelech's land,
If not for Ruth the Moabitess' hand.
Elimelech's land has much potential,
But taking a flawed wife was essential.
With the land, I would come out ahead.
With Ruth, I'd ruin my future instead.
So, I let Boaz redeem both of them.
I'm happy to pass this burden to him."
"I use what's flawed to bring blessing.
Ruth's faith in Me allows possessing,
Promises shunned by 'what's-his-name',
Are eternal blessings only faith can claim.
Myopic faith is not really faith at all!
My promises extend far beyond the eyeball.
Ruth and Boaz became channels of blessing,
The Davidic line keeps on progressing!
Their faith goes beyond the immediate story,
It will echo forever in eternal glory,
But 'what's-his-name' will not be celebrated,
His faithless story is forever truncated."
over 2 years have past now.
i serve my time everyday,
not knowing my offence.
i work everyday to meet your needs.
how long lord, how long….
my beautiful Rachel.
i am not Jacob in this story,
i stand the place of Esau,
what was mine taken by Jacob.
still i will suffer for Rachel,
for the love that once burned hot in winter.
it has not yet been 7 years.
so is there still a slight possibility?
not only i be with you in dreams,
a life of fulfilled desires,
for it has only been a few days.
we were only children,
playing in the frosty air.
now we are young adults,
separated in this life that is unfair.
famished
it didn’t seem quite right
the sign over his left shoulder said
‘fine arts & framing’
while his unframed cardboard read
‘famished’
his empty cup told the story
and one man named ‘simon’
felt that he was a disciple of jesus
before he became peter when jesus said
“on this rock i will build my church.”
and now, peter…or perhaps simon
slept
and the ‘rock’ upon which he slept
was cement
as people walked by
unaware that in his dreams
was the church
a gentle caressing rain
in the bottom of the beggar’s cup was the only sound
no coins, only hollow tunes
echoed by the cascading groan of hunger
empty cups,
sidewalks for a bed
hunger
thirst
and the church walks by
on cement
matthew 16:18
“and i also say to you that you are peter, and on this rock i will build my church, and the gates of hades shall not prevail against it.”
tolbert
Whether you're in a prison,
Or a hospital bed confined.
Yours might just be a 9 to 5,
We all are still doing time.
Our conscience is our jury,
Declaring right and wrong.
Our thoughts the Judge who sentences,
To mental prison where we belong.
All of us are guilty,
In this life we're paying for our crime.
A death sentence has hangs over us.
In the prison of our minds.
But don't loose hope, there is good news,
How we all can be paroled.
The devil has to release anyone,
Even though they sold their souls.
God sent us an Attorney,
His name is Jesus Christ.
He said "All prisoners must be released!"
That believes in his sacrifice.
God sent him from heaven "Pro bono!"
For the hopeless, poor and lost.
He's volunteered to take our place,
Saying "Put me not them on that cross!"
"Father!" he said "Please forgive them!"
The know not what they do!
I've come to set the captives free,
Then I'll return to You!"
The Bible newspaper headlines reads,
"Whether you are young and old"
We have the scoop for all mankind,
The Greatest Story Every Told!
Before you leave the world tonight,
I want to tell you a story, a story about a girl who wanted to end her life. She tried to leave the world one night, but stopped when she saw this beam of light. She wrestled with her mind and remembered the life she was leaving behind. It wasn’t all daffodils and sunny skies; it was more dull and gray. But for there to be gray, there had to be light. For there to be darkness, there has to be light.
She thought for a moment: what if that little life wasn’t so dark and gray? See, on Wednesday, it was all sunny skies, but then came the clouds, so dark and gray. But then came the wind, who blew the clouds away, and the sun, well, it came back brighter the next day.
Maybe life is like the sun. Sometimes the dull and gray covers our view, but if she turns back now, maybe the sun will be out, the sky will be light, and just maybe, if she turns back now, she will find the light.
The problem with biblical eisegesis
is that you tear Bible verses to pieces.
And in your effort to make of the Bible and its glory
your own personal story,
the truth value of the Bible dramatically decreases.
He went into the mountain cave
Hoping his life from Jezebel to save
And a great and mighty wind tore in
But the lord was not in the wind.
Then the earth quaked, and the ridges heaved
But still he wasn't sure that he believed.
He feared imminent death, he felt so alone
The solid earth was full of shattering stone
Then a fire ignited, like candles in air
The trees went in flames, and help was not there
He raised a cloak as defense, dropped his sword
But in the fire there was no sign of the Lord.
He feared quick death, so much chaos around
But through the noise he heard a still small sound.
He walked to the entrance, looked out of the cave
After the destruction - what was left to save?
The voice spoke quietly, said "Why are you here? Go return:
The righteous will join you; the tables will turn."
I'm not sure what the story means
Maybe the idea is all is not what it seems
Perhaps it says to keep your perspective
To maintain hope in an ultimate objective.
When you get to the torrent that you must ford
When you are pursued by an unreasoning horde
When you're inclined to stampede with the herd
Take time to think for yourself, listen for his Word.
Christ was led like a lamb to the slaughter,
To make me, a born sinner, His daughter,
His death on the Cross, the best love story,
That washed my sins and clothed me with glory;
The Maker of the universe stayed dumb,
So that we, His creation, could now come
Into His presence and call God, Abba,
The only One who is the true Rabba;
Like a lamb to the slaughter, Christ was led,
A sacrifice for us, His blood was shed,
He's the Lamb who took away the world sins,
Everyone who receives Him, by grace, wins;
Christ ~ both the Shepherd and the Lamb of God,
Oppressed and afflicted for us, who're flawed,
The LORD laid on Him all our sinfulness,
For us, Jesus died with full wilfulness;
He opened not His mouth when He was killed,
In His death, the law of God was fulfilled,
A Lamb to the slaughter was Jesus Christ,
For me, for us, for the world, sacrificed.
Nothing
Is not no-thing
No-thing implies
A thing..but
Nothing implies
Something..
Circling...
Nothing
May seem to
Suggest
Equality as
Freedom...
Nothing
Is not imaginable
Untouchable..
But may seem
Obvious as
Words dance...
A dictionary
Is nothing
Appearing as
A book with a
Listing of words
Appearances of
Nothing...
Not knowing
And nothing
Different words
Begging to express
What cannot be
Expressed...
Uncertainty
A fading certainty..
A story of
Nothing
Nipping at edges...
The word
Nothing
Recalls something
But the something
May suddenly
Explode...