Category: Poetry

“The God Who Touches Me . . .” | Inspirational Christian Poetry

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The God who touches me is the God who loves me.
Saved, my sins He has thrown into the deep sea.

He carries my soul in His hand day by day.
He wraps His strength around me; my fortress, my stay.

He covers me in light that shields from the dark.
He is the armor that protects from all fiery darts.

He’s my Shepherd and the Lamb, who leads and sacrifice.
My safety; my salvation came at His high price.

The God who touches me cares beyond what we know.
His love on display is the grandest show.

In it we see eternity play out.
His best became our rest; no reason to doubt.

On His throne, He sits in heaven where we bow at the knee.
Never forsaking us, in His presence, till we are there home free.

The God who touches me, I reach out for Him too.
As the woman grabs His hem and is healed through and through.

To feel His virtue; His power; His love – it’s so real.
His Spirit overwhelms; on my heart is His seal.

Taking me to heights in heaven to know,
where for eternity I bask in His unimaginable glow.

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“Will I Be Worthy?”

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Will I be worthy

in that day

when the clouds part

shining redemptive rays?

 

Will I be worthy

before the Son

rising with the saints

together as one?

 

Will I be worthy

to gain a crown,

with robes of righteousness

as my dressing gown?

 

Will I be worthy

to bask in that glory

when the books are opened

exposing my story?

 

Will I be worthy

to hear, “Well done;”

to enter for eternity

where’s there’s no need for sun?

 

Will I be worthy?

The answer is, “No,”

if on my own accord

I try to go.

 

My own works

can’t mark me as good,

but if on Christ’s sacrifice

I have stood;

my unworthy, sinful, scarlet state

counts me as worthy, by His grace.

 

“But ye are washed, but ye are sanctified, but ye are justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God.” 1 Corinthians 6:11

“It Should Be Me!”

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It should be me there on that tree

to perish for all eternity.

Bearing the burdens of all my wrongs,

crying and wailing the sinner’s song.

 

It should be me who suffered on that night

bearing the brunt of the whipper’s stripes,

but when He looked down through the ages,

passing by the kings, wise men and sages,

He saw something special in me

that compelled Him to still mount that tree.

 

It should be me who readily paid the cost

because I was the one that was truly lost.

But Jesus didn’t see it that way,

which is why on this earth He could not stay.

Doing all at the Father’s holy will,

mounting higher and higher on Calvary’s hill,

He was lifted up that we might be free,

to draw men to Himself, that was the key.

 

It should be me is what we need to say,

because we are the sheep that have gone astray,

doing everything in our own stubborn way,

far from the King’s heavenly highway.

But Jesus stepped in looking down from the cross,

viewing with battered eyes all that were lost,

He and His Father they did agree,

for the world to be saved, it should be Me!

 

Thank you Jesus for stepping in for me!

 

John 3:17  “For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved.”

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“At Sunset”

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Rising high at noonday

And now reflecting as the day parts,

I have to ask myself once again

Do I have anger in my heart?

 

Fury, resentment, bitterness and rage

Have to quiet themselves at the disappearing rays.

Blowing tempests, harmful thoughts,

Into captivity these rogue ways are caught.

 

Troubled emotion into oblivion must fade,

It’s to the Lord’s command you must obey.

It’s time for the storms of the mind to rest

With healing and newness to come at sunset.

POEM – “The God Who Touches Me . . .”

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The God who touches me is the God who loves me.
Saved, my sins He has thrown into the deep sea.

He carries my soul in His hand day by day.
He wraps His strength around me; my fortress, my stay.

He covers me in light that shields from the dark.
He is the armor that protects from all fiery darts.

He’s my Shepherd and the Lamb, who leads and sacrifice.
My safety; my salvation came at His high price.

The God who touches me cares beyond what we know.
His love on display is the grandest show.

In it we see eternity play out.
His best became our rest; no reason to doubt.

On His throne, He sits in heaven where we bow at the knee.
Never forsaking us, in His presence, till we are there home free.

The God who touches me, I reach out for Him too.
As the woman grabs His hem and is healed through and through.

To feel His virtue; His power; His love – it’s so real.
His Spirit overwhelms; on my heart is His seal.

Taking me to heights in heaven to know,
where for eternity I bask in His unimaginable glow.

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“Little Birdie in the Tree”

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Little birdie in the tree

How often have you provoked jealousy

You seem so at ease with no cares or stress

To me your life looks free and so at rest

 

Is it because you have learned the secret

Where humans still strive

To live life as God created you

A life meant to trust and rise

 

 

We worry and fret over every little thing

When to the Lord we are commanded, our troubles to bring

He values us more than the bird in the tree

They don’t worry about what tomorrow will be

 

On the branch confidently they are perched

Be it a maple, an oak, or even a birch

They trust in Him to provide for the day

Are we not much better than they

 

“Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?” (Matthew 6:26).

 

Poem – “Before”

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Before . . .
Before any pain . . .
Before any disappointments . . .
Before any tragedies and hurts . . .
Before any suffering . . .
Before any upsets . . .
Before any misunderstandings and curse . . .
 
God knew you and formed you and created you to be,
a child victorious; sanctified to lead.
 
What you see right now is not all there is,
God designed you with potential for such a time as this.
 
He created and filled you with anointing for the task.
don’t let what you see make you question and ask,
“Is this me? Do I make a difference? What’s the point of it all?”
You have it in you to succeed; to climb mountains so tall.
 
Believe more in His design of your life
over any proposed animosity and strife.
Believe His perfect plan for your life will win out –
therefore, shhh . . .  silence the voice of doubt.
 
He formed you; He knew you; He brought you to be.
Go ahead and claim it – you’re a child of victory!
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you . . .” – Jeremiah 1:5, NKJV
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“My Redeemer Lives!”

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When fear surrounds
And questions lurk
And doubt becomes
A prevalent force.
When troubles prevail
And night overtakes day,
And my times feel lost,
At the end of my course.

When hope slips, memories fade,
I grab hold to pull You near;
To hear what You have to say.
My Redeemer lives are the words I read,
The whispers that encourage
The strength to stay.

Sitting in the ashes and dust.
Friends, miserable comforters
In companions, no trust.
Alone and desolate,
Vacant from a touch of love,
My eyes raise in prayer
Seeking from Him that is above.

Back down on the pages
In Your Word, I read,
My Redeemer lives –
Someone somewhere is thinking about me.
A revelation to encourage,
A truth to behold,
My Redeemer lives, there I am told.

Guess what, all hope is not lost!
Though turbulent waves crash
And my life feels tossed.

Shine down, O Savior, I pray,
When my understanding fails.
Lift me from this dusty sorrow.
Let Your might, Your love, Your truth prevail
Bless my soul, O My Hope for tomorrow.

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SMH (Shaking My Head)

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SMH, a phrase on Facebook,

With roving eyes and a condemning look.

It’s being measured and weighed and found for wanting,

Their righteous indignation is the mind’s taunting.

It’s looking at a picture, a status, a quote,

And thinking to oneself, “That life’s a joke.”

Off the internet to the daily surrounds,

How often do our heads shake with that judgmental pound?

Lives picked apart, layers uncovered;

Never really knowing the inner undiscovered.

Never judge a book by its cover is what they say,

But most of the masses don’t see it this way.

Not satisfied until a life is going down,

With burdens so heavy, one begins to drown.

Dealing with turmoil and constant tossing;

Needing to be rescued desperately from the exhausting.

There’s only One who can judge the end of the story;

Who’s read all the pages, and accepts to glory.

Knowing the beginning from the end, and the story throughout,

He works on deliverance; erasing all fear and doubt.

The crowds of shaking heads is not His priority.

The heart bowed before Him takes all seniority.

Shaking heads tears lives apart,

But His grace offers a brand new, fresh start.

James 2:13 “For judgment is without mercy to the one who has shown no mercy.  Mercy triumphs over judgment,” (NKJV).