Beautiful Christian Poems | Examples
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Thanks, this scribe must say,
Grateful we woke up today,
Let's rise with joyful smiles,
God blesses us across the miles,
Seeking God's wisdom, no less,
Trusting divine plan, no stress,
God, hope we can all still pray,
Guide Earth's city of God someday,
Sent us Jesus, holy preacher,
Holy Spirit, our best teacher,
Grace sparks us, staying alive,
Thanks, God, our faith can thrive,
God loves His mortals anyway,
Even when the flock turn away,,
Praising His power, no need to fret,
Thanking awesome God, our best bet.
Sherbet that is coming from lord
We drunk thanks to God
That ocean of power
We passed thanks to God
That opposite mountains
Chestnuts and vineyards
With health and purity
We overcame thanks to God
We were dry became wet
Winged and became bird
Now spouse to each other
We flew thanks to God
To the cities that we reached
To that sincere hearts we touched
To the people, meaning of worship
We scattered thanks to God
Written by Dervish Jonah
Translation Honor Su
The frost has melted, the world is hushed still,
In the soft, wet earth, a promise to fulfill.
A golden trumpet, from a winter's dream,
The daffodil awakes by a silver stream.
It shivers once, a breath of nascent light,
And opens wide to drink the morning bright.
A simple dance, a sunbeam on the ground.
Where silence breaks with a glorious, joyful sound.
Its gentle wisdom, an ancient, hopeful plea,
To mend the heart and let the spirit be.
And as the day descends in quiet grace,
The orchid waits in a hidden place.
A velvet whisper, a painted, folded fan,
A mystic symbol, beyond the mortal plan.
It clings to shadow, a ghost of moonlit air,
with roots that drift upon a silent prayer.
Each patterned petal, a spell from ages old,
A story whispered, a secret yet untold.
The orchid dreams in realms of softest thought,
A perfect beauty, by patient starlight wrought.
So let them rise, the daffodil and orchid,
From separate worlds, by separate purpose guarded.
The sun-kissed singer and moon-drawn sigh,
One to proclaim, one to mystify.
For in their blooming, the world is whole and new,
And ancient magic can once again break through.
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(based on Psalm 23)
Verse 1
I don’t need much — not when You’re here
You find me a place where the noise disappears
Grass under my back, sky overhead
And quiet water where I clear my head
Verse 2
You don’t push — You wait, You breathe
You let me rest, You let me be
Then You point out a path I can trust
And somehow, I follow — not because I must
Chorus
Even when it’s dark, I don’t shake
Even when the road gives way
You’re not a voice from far away
You’re right beside me — You stay
Verse 3
There’s danger around, but You set a table
I’m shaking, but somehow I’m still able
To eat, to drink — You lift my face
Like I’m not out of place in this place
Bridge
You never promised easy
But You’ve never let me go
I’ve doubted You in daylight
But You’ve stayed through every low
And somehow love keeps chasing me
Like it knows just where I’ll be
Final Chorus
Even when I run, You don’t let go
Even when I break, You still see hope
You walk me home — no shame, no sound
Just You and me, on holy ground
Note: Nothing brings greater comfort and joy than being loved and led by my Shepherd!
"Be still…
and know God!"
Present in every
atom, manifestation of being:
The chatter of the day --
our desires, fretting,
unsettling nature of seemingly
sometimes fathomless night –
can turn us, unwittingly from
ever alert angels~ vigilance
of inner eyes
who see all, inner
ears, ever listening
to a song of love, a tacit
sense of divine vibration~
an ever present, eternal touch
realized as awesome supernal
intimacy –
God is
juice of every heartbeat,
every fluttering leaf motioned
by his spiritual breath –
every cloud,
every beam of sunlight, glitter for a sail
of constantly changing, evolving shape and color
leading us to lofty awareness,
for conscious
relationship with the omnipotent love who made us,
and eternally guards while journeying with us….
We are never alone
division from one another
from beautiful Core Source, a lie
an illusion in the theater of Time and space
to eventually be dissolved….
The lifting of the veil
a revealing of all that was concealed
some see beauty, others bewail
regardless of feelings all will yield
the separation has begun
from the goats and sheep
everyone get ready for the arrival of the Son
some will shout for joy, others will weep
a metamorphous is taking place
the Bride is making herself ready
we are about to gaze into His face
for some the price will be too heavy
prepare the way
for the coming of the King
there is no more delay
the trumpets are sounding
and the veil is lifting
© Deborah Seale 2025
Oh silence
Sweet silence
No traffic
No noise
No planes in the sky
No neighbours’ loud boys
No tossing tree sounds
Just silence
Sweet silence
Embracing all round.
Pure silence
Pure silence
A precious possession
God’s gift to mankind.
And peace in the heart
Only Jesus can give
He told us he could
“My peace, yes, my peace
I give unto you!”
“Peace I leave with you, my peace I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” John 14:27
O worship the Lord
In the beauty of holiness
So says the Bible
Again and again.
So how do we do it
In chapel or church
Majestic cathedral
Or do we just fall
On our knees to the floor
And hope God is smiling
As he looks round the door?
No, none of such methods
Display godly holiness
By that kind of beauty
God can’t be impressed.
The only way beautiful
Our worship can be
Is through Jesus our Saviour
And our living as He.
“Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness.” Psalm 29:2
Inspired to Write ??? right?
I recently thought back to a time in my life I was so vulnerable.
Flashbacks of a fist to my HEAD ????
I don’t wanna be dead. ??
This love I found I don’t wanna lose, please Lord help me choose.
Help me choose to love myself,
Help me choose to do things I love ??
Help me be brave when there’s no other way to be.
With my life partner next to me
Help me find ME ??
The world moves so fast, I look over my shoulder and yes, my babies are getting older.
Dry up my tears Lord.
Take away my fears Lord.
Years later I STILL need your strength Lord.
All the things I miss I feel I’ve lost.
But you clear the path ahead ....??
When the time is right, my soul please take, show me with your spirit use me Lord for your will.
Let my story be a testimony.
I no longer wish to be lonely.
Please Lord walk with me on this journey..
-TR
Peachy it shall be,
Preaching beyond choirs devout,
Guide all souls to Light....
I have seen the country's turmoil as I've traveled across this land and I've walked empty beaches my feet scorched from the sand I've been so cold and hungry that I could barely stand but I knew I'd always make it through because Jesus holds my hand I've seen the hungry children with so much sorrow in their eyes and I've heard the politicians with their promises and their lies I've seen the broken junkies dying from too many eyes and I'd even seen dead war soldiers with their bodies covered in flies somehow I knew they all made it through once Jesus heard their cries I had seen so many confusing things I was scared and didn't know what to do so I started to come through the good book the Old testament and the new it said the Lord's only son died for me and you so have faith in the mighty father and the son will guide you through
Written by
Willow Purification
(My pen name)
Blessed and blasted what a beautiful day
Picnic basket lunch for You and me
Cone join us Lord, You're always welcome
What great company You will be
Tell us a story now dear Father
Thrill us all just one more time
Placed His body in the tomb at noon
He was nowhere to be found by nine
He is risen, yes the Lord has gone away
But He'll be back in another three days
Hooray! Hooray!
Many years ago, I visited a church. The Saint Osmund Church in London
In Barnes. Beautiful and imposing Catholic Home of God. Felt from the heart
Mass. This was an intimate afternoon. I have never been here before. Never
The believers waited silently for the voice of the bells. The calling voice rang out
Holy Mass had begun. The priest was an aristocratic character, an old man
Preaching was incredible. His thoughts soared, and his audience fell into a hypnotic state
This Mass left an eternal mark on my soul
This Mass burned into my soul. Forever
This Mass always accompanies me
This Mass always lives in me
It's an eternal inspiration
I give you, Lord, everything that I have
I've come to do Your will
Heaven and earth will praise You
Let all the angels thus stand still
Jesus raised His arms to the crowd
And prayed over and blessed them
There wasn't a dry eye to be found
The people rose and cheered for Him
His eyes looked upon the crowd
He loved and appreciated them all
The people never knew such love
Yes that love came from above
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“being mistook we burnt the book
thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest
touched by spirit, our body shook
by God’s light blest as we undressed”
Earthly cravings like ice melt away
Envy sarcasm and all forms of hate
Warmth of love and God’s green grace
Frees all of us red hearts celebrate
To be free of silver suffering soul’s curse
No longer feeling pain or sadness of hurt
To be enveloped by the light of Christ
Be so anointed by His beautiful gold light
To be a reflection and a blessing as well
To share testimony saving others from hell
To find your niche in the life in the death
True heart’s wish to live and die well
And as we metamorphose we meet goals
Becoming the best of us within our souls
We are lifted up beyond earthly boundaries
Above understanding and mountains and seas