Inspirational Christian Poems | Examples
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She's looking for Mr. Right,
While he's looking for Miss Right.
Both of them seeking for 'The One'.
She lives on the western side,
While he stays on the east side --
They don't cross paths under the Sun.
She goes to church on Sundays,
Does good works and sings and prays
"Dear Lord, please help me find the One".
He's in a congregation, the same denomination,
That meets on the other side of town.
So she decided to look
For some kind of 'self help' book -
She did not want to spend any money.
Reading was his best hobby,
And they met inside the lobby
Of the local town library.
They both walked to the section
Of books on self-direction,
And both reached for the same book.
"Go ahead and take it." He said.
"No, but you were here first" she said.
"Why don't we read it together?".
A conversation started -
Since then they never parted -
Mr. and Mrs. Right forever.
If you'd be someone's Mr. Right,
Try to be your very best you.
And if you'd be someone's Miss Right,
The same advice goes for you.
Get an education to be interesting,
Develop a warm personality.
Exercise, eat less, be appealing.
Involve the LORD and visit the library.
Feeling a bit scaly
and my usual fleet-footed
I followed a lizard
into an evaporating wash --
somehow, all living critters
eventually enter the wash -- the
lizard looking for insects, and the
coyote looking for lizards
and to drink from a puddle
of water -- more like
a thimble full, the sun reclaims
quickly when 120 -- dwellers learn
to conserve, survive on less
in the desert; did not see
one environmentalist though;
probably in a comfy college
dorm, or staff lounge, sipping ice-tea,
writing his or her next hit piece, main
focus on how he or she suffers along with
a greatly abused planet. Gulp, gulp!
Honestly, I prefer the company of lizards,
coyotes, and an occasional rattler -- always
having found the desert far more hospitable
than Arid intellect.
I see You lightly
in the dark of me
Divine Contrast
I see You purely
in my unfiltered zones
You, the candle of my being
a lantern in my wanderer's woods
A beacon on Redemption Shore
guiding me back
from a journey's edge
Lord, I am tired
I seek the dock of my
blessed return
Lord, I am deeply saturated
longing
Deeply sorry for falling
having learned
all directions are back to You
Lord, I am ready
Lord, show mercy
I am truly sorry
My ceiling fan has 4 blades.
It is a good mover. Cooling
while dispersing; driving out
the old allowing for cleaner,
more breathable replacement.
Inhaling comfortably, I think
of all that went into such a
marvelous invention. My parents'
fans were, open doors and windows.
Wet sheets hung from the upper
casements; and with a little breezy
help from nature, they survived those
very hot Midwest, suffocating evenings.
They survived the dust and disease.
They survived the lean crops and
bloody wars. They respected
each other, keeping their love
strong and sacred. They did
without so that I could attend
school, later to have all the
luxuries our present prosperous
era has to offer. The framed degree,
on my office wall is often a focus of my
attention. My name in bold Italics.
But I always read aloud the invisible
credits: Mom, Dad, and the grace
of God.
There is one consciousness,
one source, never created
and ever creating from self.
We live in the being of God.
Created out of the substance
of God. All is God. There is
no other essence nor place
of existence. We inhale and
assimilate the immortal, eternal
realm of God. There is no
outside of God. Everything
is God. All potential, past
present and future, are God.
Whom we come to know,
realize our relationship with,
As the presence of Jesus
Christ, the Son of God. Our
only access to God, The Truly
Incomprehensible (4 Omnis)
is through the body and mind
of Christ. Christ is the Christian
Messiah!
I often sail where glitter,
stars a dear focus of mine --
a twinkle voyage, fore and aft,
Christ my sure steer rudder --
"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….
I think intimacy is more than
an endearing human trait --
Intimacy is what we have when
defenses are down
Intimacy is a lack of fear, with
an abundance of trust
Intimacy is what we have when
we put God First
To discover, each of us, is already
Tops on His list….
Whatever is great
Comes with a greater
Suffering
Not to torture you
But to nurture and structure you
For what's ahead, building your focus to face whatever comes your way.
What's nourishing
Replenish you
Not perish you
The nutrition of beans
Is different from that of indomie
Also the time duration for preparation
What's elevating always takes time.
Without pressure
No diamond
To fully live
It's to give it your all
So you don't fall
For what's not fulfilling
It's drilling; makes you crumble
Don't fumble just because of struggle.
Place my head upon your shoulder
Wrap me in Your warm embrace
Chase away these premonitions
Grant me, Jesus, saving grace
Will you let me feel your presence?
Bring the peace of heaven near
I am fainting from my sorrows
Whisper to my heart, "You're dear!"
Will you cradle me so gently?
Sooth my tempset batterd soul
Hush those inner howling voices
Love me, heal me, make me whole
Still my thoughts from frantic chasing
Ease my every aching part
Let your tears fall on me freely
Wash me as you mend my heart
Let me rest here for this moment,
Comfort me with love songs now
Tell me once again You're faithful
Good will triumph still somehow
Jesus, Savior, Lord, and Refuge
See the war that rages still
Stop the carnage, please, I beg You
Hate seeps in against my will
Will you help me to surrender
Trusting that all will be well
Will you promise to protect me
From this world that feels like hell
Jesus, Prince of Peace, remember
We are waiting anxiously
COME, Lord Jesus, come and save us
Come and claim Your victory!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Will You Let Me?
June 18, 2025
My poems do not have
a face and voice --
I sign them, Nobody, by choice.
As Emily suggested -- no difference
in blue and red? They are both
colors, and all are God – so,
Nobody, is my humble pod…
Content being, Nobody~ in the greater
fold of God.
Beckoning heart for rest
God's haven offers peace*
soothing gloom midst blest bliss
quieting weary soul
tired of woes, drenched with tears
for vibrant hope that reigns.
*2 Thessalonians 3:16 Now the Lord of peace himself give you peace always by all means. The Lord be with you all.
July 8, 2025
4th place, "SOME KIND OF MISTY" Free Verse Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud; judged on 7/11/2025
Jubilant soul hopes above firmament
vibrant faith soars midst trials
radiant heart reverberates
melody of hymns, serenely triumphant
to silence chaotic angst
while exalting God Who makes life wondrous
as love-conquered human nature
fulfills functional share that leaves
impactful difference...
yon grave.
The air can be relatively silent
or noiseful wind – sort of like,
flatulence – both blessing and
curse~ depending on where and
when. The who, more often, not
forthright.
Do we wrongly blame
God, for our own airs – what we
take in and give off, lusts of the
appetite, making foul smelling of
an otherwise sacred dwelling?
To my mind, better we
advocate for greener mountains, and less
polluted seas – myself, not so fond of skin ulcers,
burning, blistering pees.
No Second Coming, till our own transformation
Christ is not late
We are….
Juniper,* you are a blessed tree, endowed by God for all to see
Umbrella you were to Prophet Elijah when from distress he did flee...
Never denying your sheltering role, helping ecosystem to be whole
Indeed fulfilling goal, as haven for birds, even for tired soul...
Performing best, providing habitat for wildlife with protective zest
Evergreen that smites longevity's pest and stands firm midst test
Ready to grant rest under your foliage toward victory's crest.
*1 Kings 19:4 But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree: and he requested for himself that he might die; and said, It is enough; now, O LORD, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers.
June 18, 2025
3rd place, "High Fives for June" Acrostic Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich; judged on 6/24/2025