Religious Poems | Examples of Religious Poetry

God's Raindrops Of Love From love clouds above, God sends down healing raindrops: All pain washed away:- ...

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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...

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.It's Good To Be Bible Right It's good to be Bible right, In these days and times, With thought of doing God's will, Afresh in our minds. We will all need the Bible, To examine our lives, To see where we stand, In doing this we are wise. If it convicts us, Then we need to get right, If it helps and inspires us,...

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O God of blistered stars and silence, I crawl to You with blood beneath my nails— Not theirs, my own. I tore at shame like bark from skin, But it rooted deeper still. Do You see me now? A cathedral of cracked marrow, Where hallelujahs rot before they bloom— I cannot pray without trembling. The night — I dare not name it — Stitched its...

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O' crescent glow of perpetual allure, candescent vigil, spirit light. Vouchsafe a crystal dream so I may brave the solemn eerie night. But if by chance, at dawn, this ka, in slumber's freeze awaits. With plumage beings I beseech ascend to greet God's sentence fate. ...

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Verse 1: A flood of golden promises Flowing from Heaven's throne. God's word made flesh - So that many may atone. Let this truth ring clear: Unshaken from year to year...

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And it will shower on the Eastern Gate A rain so hard it wouldn't wait The sound and actions tornado's make Moving earth with instant haste The flow of water from up above And wind so swift to remove the cover of That which men would try to prevent Would be a delay of time actually sent The Mount of Olives...

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Pecco, Ergo Sum (I sin, therefore I am) Not an aimless ride on Sunday morning, But for a faith oblige I am tied to attend “Sinners!” the priest thunders from pulpit, “Repent, for your flesh betrays the soul!” Verses cascade from the book of the wise, Urging forgiveness to claim a seat In a kingdom beyond the grave’s cold embrace. I turn to...

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Pecco, Ergo Sum (I sin, therefore I am) Not an aimless ride on Sunday morning, But for a faith oblige I am tied to attend “Sinners!” the priest thunders from pulpit, “Repent, for your flesh betrays the soul!” Verses cascade from the book of the wise, Urging forgiveness to claim a seat In a kingdom beyond the grave’s cold embrace. I turn to...

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And the Lord will say to them on Judgment Day, “I was hungry, and you defunded my food aid programs. I was thirsty, and you rolled back drinking water protections. I was a stranger, and you snatched me and deported me. I was naked, and you gave tax breaks to billionaires. I was sick, and you cut Medicaid and Medicare. I...

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Life is But a Mist (James 4:14) Life is but mist that rises with the dawn, A fleeting breath — it vanishes so fast. We plan and dream, yet soon those dreams are gone, Like shadows fading in the morning’s cast. Tomorrow’s promise hides behind a veil, Uncertain, veiled in whispers yet untold. The past, a story drifting like a sail, The present’s all...

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corners i have walked around corners when i should have stood still driven fast in slow zones and sat at the apex of silent stone walls i've said words i meant when i was high and regretted when i was low twisted sentences until they were wrung too dry to matter and left paragraphs drowning for want of a word my soul aches at midnight and...

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(“The Mothership”, 2024, photo collage of original encaustics) The Scent of Musk What the world needs now Is love sweet love, No, not just for some…. And so it has always been. This is our heart’s desire and birthright, Yet the dream just slips away Held for but an instant Or reached for in vain. Thus we learned to cooperate Form bonds and institutions...

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How many tears must hope shed? Is there no bread left for the hungry, or cures bred for the sick? Can hard work feed itself no more, neither trust share its roots with truth, with no water left to nurture either one? Does love have none left for itself, nor mercy favor fruits of friendship as it once did? Do rainbows reign no more...

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A cold, snowy night in Advent. I kneel at the altar, alone in the church warm with the breath of old wood and worn prayers. The pages of the book soften under my fingers. Behind me, the silent nave. Still, I speak the words aloud, as though the empty pews listen, as though grace leans in, hungry for a voice. And in the middle of...

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