#ChristianPoetry

Candlelit nights full of much aspirations, sprinkled upon much hope and frequent blots of desperation— O’ come, Emmanuel. Fireworks pop at a distance, a night once gloomy now turned bright as fine wool—Emmanuel, You dwell finely among us. Sinners rejoice in salvation, weary souls find comfort in...

i The Brain Where has motivation drifted to? A factor which keeps me sane, grounded, and away from troubling desolation? I’ve lost sense of the feeling behind having a form of purpose: all because I thought it would be nice to slowly stop functioning. ii. The Personal Catastrophes Alwa...

I have been a lie, Clean on the outside broken enough in the inside: But there is a true light— Which shines from above And it blinds my sight outright. With this light I do see— And that which is deeply hidden No longer doubted much upon: What would Jesus do here? #ForYou #ChristianPoetr...

I could not have imagined before the excessive parchment of the living water, craving the well and the falls upon the pastures much greener than hoped for… And I’m a wanderer lost in communication; attempting to see the invisible and reaching out in outstretched, shaky demeanor: broken past the exp...

Dear October, please be all the things I’m too afraid to ask for. I have lost track of time. I can feel the days linger over the top of my skin like razor blades winding their way down. I what I used to be like, I what it was like when the do...

At the end of the day, when the night falls upon me as ashes and sand, You will pull me close. At the end of the day, when I’ve got no strength left— I fight; a little bit more to get closer to Your highest embrace. I know for sure that You continue with me wherever I turn in this unpredictable w...

Where have I missed the lessons? Where do I struggle to live a little more? Why do I just sit and struggle? Why don’t I just let these obstacles go? Ferris wheels go up and down, Raising me up towards the clouds, But as soon as I would float for a moment; I would soon crash down, down— Down, and...

In the searching, a soft voice whispers: Why do all of this doubting? Where has your grain-sized faith gone to? Drifting down wild streams and stopping near the shelter of a shielded grassy meadow. I’m by your side, in the good times and the bad. Overturning the lack of trust and wiping awa...

Many times I’ve sat at this table hoping your warm would welcome me home. Nothing cliche, just a small little detail: I know I am well loved by You. For this same reason, I open my home to You. It’s a bit creaky and dusty, but it has a soft place for You. Dimming fairy...

I’ve got nothing more than folded knees Bruised but fighting battles, Painful but speaking loudly. There’s a sense of gratuity within me When I bring my cold hands together. I pray, for this heart knows aches. I pray, for my soul’s well-being And for the constant reminder That things turn out ...

I am blessed enough to understand What it means to live with pressure, What it means to live a life of pain. Invincible—I have known that I can: It is a little harder to overcome, But bright and cheery once I move along. Winter, I am coming for you. This heart looks for some warmth And soon i...

In the silence, My ears ring ever-so-softly Reminding me that I’m not alone Fighting past aggressive melancholic lullabies. The whisper, quite taunting, “Do you listen to your cries? No one hears them, not even the thunder chooses to stop its track!” Poor, poor heart of mine. Good thing it’s g...