Tag: Christian Poetry

The Greater Grace

Each time I fail

it haunts me,

as I smolder in the ashes…

of what once was a conviction;

now burned out

as all hope crashes.

But there’s no time to wallow

in defeat or pity’s snare.

Though dreams implode

And strength erodes,

I’ll rally to cast my care.

Though never far from broken

and crushed in all despair…

I know the one who saved me

will not let me linger there!

He is the springing fountain

when seeds

cannot find rain!

And he’s the root of David

to this branch not graft in vain!

He is the light of the world 

when my faith is dim with doubt,

that beckons to repentance

like an oasis in the drought!

He is the bright morning star,

like a beacon, on the sea…

that guides my course

with unseen force

demanding all of me!

So even in my failure,

one point is underscored…

my sin is never greater 

than the grace 

of Christ, the Lord!

References from the Holy Bible:

Line 3 – Isaiah 44:20

Line 8 – 2 Corinthians 7:10

Line 11 – 1 Peter 5:7

Line 13 – Psalm 34:18

Line 14 – Acts 4:10-12

Line 15 – 2 Colossians 2:13-14

Line 16 – Jeremiah 17:3, John 7:37-38

Line 17 – Matthew 13:8

Line 19 – Revelation 22:16

Line 20 – Romans 11:16-24

Line 21 – John 8:12

Line 24 – Isaiah 44:3

Line 25 – Revelation 22:16

Line 27 – Psalms 32:8

Line 28 – Hebrews 11:1

Line 29 – Matthew 22:37-38

Line 33 – Romans 5:15-21

Act of God

When everywhere I look

there is

nothing but defeat,

and when the scorch is blazing

from the desert’s dying heat…

when skies withhold

the quench of rain

from thirsting plants so tender,

when hope is like a barren field

held captive to its lender…

when every time

my eyes

descry

the mountains

I can’t move,

when even faith is faint and weak

and, God, I cannot prove…

the darkness closes in, but

I will

fear not

the night—

with dreams, deferred,

and pain, incurred:

I’ll walk by faith, not sight.

For what’s a desert without heat?

What are storms without the wind?

And what growth’s sustained

or plants remain

without the rain

they send?

Truly, it was in a desert

where our LORD did pine for bread…

but chose to last

throughout His fast

on God’s Sweet Word, instead.

Yes, it was in the storms

where our Savior chose to rest,

knowing He could wake

for glory’s sake

to calm a sea’s dark, savage breast.

And it was on a bludgeoned cross—

a scandal, shame, disgrace;

that Christ took up

and drank the cup

of wrath

against our race…

of a people and our fallen state,

the thrall of broken laws:

this yoke,

He broke,

like light – He spoke

from darkness just because…

He saw that it was good

to let Himself be known-

part night from day

and make a Way

for our inward, wordless groans.

Let them cry out,

let earth give shout!

Through famine, quake, and fire…

that seasons bring

for death’s no sting

or souls it can acquire…

when even in our suffering,

we will have rejoiced and reveled…

knowing in the flood

of God’s Own blood–

our debt of sin’s been leveled.

References from the Holy Bible:

Line 20 – Isaiah 41:10

Line 24 – 2nd Corinthians 5:7

Line 35 – Matthew 4:1-4

Line 40 – Mark 4:35-41

Line 42 – Hebrews 12:1-4

Line 43 – Luke 9:23

Line 44 – Matthew 26:39

Line 48 – Isaiah 24:5

Line 49 – Deuteronomy 28:48, Lamentations 1:14

Line 51 – Genesis 1:3

Line 53 – Genesis 1:4

Line 54 – Ezekiel 38:23

Line 55 – Genesis 1:5

Line 56 – John 14:6

Line 57 – Romans 8:26-27

Line 59 – Psalm 66:4

Line 62 – 1st Corinthians 15:55

Line 65 – Romans 5:1-5

Line 68 – Colossians 2:13-14