Christian Poetry Quotes

“the more I seek Him the more I notice
flowers landing next to my feet
birds singing outside my window
all love letters from the God
who knows no coincidence”
― Brittany Litster, Wildflower Pages

“if I don’t find sitting at the feet of Jesus
the most glorious place in the world
nowhere else will meet my expectations
of wonder or beauty”
― Brittany Litster, Wildflower Pages

“The Dance

there is a cloak of sorrow
wrapped about my heart
oh God, where is the dance?
and in the stillness
comes the slow dance
Christ makes my heart
His ballroom”
― Theresa Rough PhD, Sheer Bandages: A Fragile Offering: A person should not bury a talent-no matter how small.

“oh, God, You see each broken piece - won't You tell me? (be honest.) can You heal all of me?”
― Laurel Luehmann, Clarion Hope

“dare to dream that there's more than this broken road and that beauty may lie on tomorrow's edge. hope, My love. dare to hope.”
― Laurel Luehmann, Clarion Hope

“I Look Up

Whenever I am lost,
I don’t look left or right.

I don’t attempt to control a path
I know I will navigate through
at some point.

I know.
I look up.”
― Alice Tyszka, Loving this Life

“Holy Spirit pours
As lash of eyes adore
To hold the simple things

Held in Spirit’s grasp,
God breathes and moments pass
To praise what time brings”
― Michael Peter Rauh, Divine inspirations in 2019 - the year of dreams

“I keep a flower
hidden between the pages
of every journal in my house
petalled bookmarks
dried yet alive in a different way
much like my soul
awakened to a new forever-melody
that sounds something like this
joy! joy! joy!”
― Brittany Litster, Wildflower Pages

“To the wildflowers still striving and performing,
may this book introduce you to a new way of living.”
― Brittany Litster, Wildflower Pages

“A LESSON FROM THE PLANTS

notice how the plants never hurry
always taking their time
just like the Creator did when He made them
in the many seasons of rising and falling back to seed
they don’t worry about missing their moment in the sun
for they trust and abide
content to stay planted
or catch the wind to new ground”
― Brittany Litster, Wildflower Pages

“DREAMING CAN LOOK LIKE WAITING

if I return with mud under my nails
and dandelion fuzz stuck in my hair
know that I have been outside
growing dreams in the dirt
waiting for His whisper in the wind”
― Brittany Litster, Wildflower Pages

“I found true joy in the everyday walking with Him
I find it still
in fields once overgrown with fear
now flowering abundantly
because where He goes
life always follows”
― Brittany Litster, Wildflower Pages

“when all things lovely and pure
move into your heart-house
remember to clean up and dust off regularly
remnants of the former residents
fear, sadness, anxiety
may stick around
but when you let the light in
it has a way of making everything new”
― Brittany Litster, Wildflower Pages

“I won’t be surprised by closed doors and
redirection for I remember that I prayed:
'God, Your will be done.”
― Brittany Litster, Wildflower Pages

“I won’t be surprised by closed doors and
redirection for I remember that I prayed:
God, Your will be done.”
― Brittany Litster, Wildflower Pages

“I used to think I was the one
reaching for God
but when I woke up
I saw a beautiful reality
I’ve been in His hand
all along

I still am”
― Brittany Litster, Wildflower Pages

“at the end of my life
I want every page to be filled with Jesus
making much of His beauty
my only legacy”
― Brittany Litster, Wildflower Pages

“”
― Brother Pedro

“If you see me doing harm to anyone, please point your finger in my face and tell me off.

If I don't give you hearing, don't think twice and expose me to the entire community as a hypocrite who doesn't practice what he preaches.

But if you see me doing what is honorable, pure, and pious for any living being, I beg you to keep it to yourself, this will be our secret.

If by divine design my name acquires good fame and irreproachable reputation, remind those who speak so well of me, that the Lord rescued this miserable man from darkness, and all the good things that our God patiently has done to this sinner.

If I look at someone with disdain or run the risk of thinking that I am better than my neighbor, I cry out to you, Lord, that you humble me and remind me how small I am.

If the work of my hands succeeds, the credit is certainly yours alone.

if there is a shameful mark in my biography, it is not your fault Lord and I do not accuse anyone else, but I assume my wrong actions, I confess my transgressions and thank you for your forgiveness that makes me clean and worthy.

From the dust I came from and to dust I will return; I was nothing and I will return to nothing very soon.

But your servant will live by faith alone, by faith in the cross of my redeemer who died that I might have eternal life.

Thank you, God, thank you Jesus.

Brother Pedro”
― Brother Pedro

“Remember to attach your worth to who God says you are and who He is for you. When you do this, you'll never be disappointed when mankind doesn't come through for you.”
― Shakara Ann Francis

“Would people of God rather fight?
Are they more concerned with being
right,
then showing love, and being light?
Turning a blind eye to another's plight.”
― Mary Grace van der Kroef, The Branch That I Am

“Seeking Thee

Lord, I seek thee for renewing
Of my faith and of my love
Rush and care are my undoing
Touch me, Savior, from above

Pass me not, oh holy Savior
Leave me not to grope and fail
Through thy blood I seek thy favor
With thy grace I can prevail

Faith moves in to claim the promise
Peace revives and flood my soul
Make me now thy chosen chalice
Giving drink that makes men whole

Seeking thee, seeking thee
Touch and give me liberty”
― Leonard Ravenhill, Revival God's Way

“The Glory Yet to Be

God called to us, His people
To be His holy bride
From out the rest of living souls
He calls us to His side

The way He calls is rugged
Steep
The way He knows
We are His sheep

By grand design, He has the goals
His love leads to the waterholes
Gives us this day our daily bread
And hitherto, He's always led

Though dark the way
The path is steep
He drives the wolves from us, His sheep

At times the clouds obscure His face
But, bless His name, supplies of grace
Can fortify against every shock
His wisdom plans for all the flock

Just now the skies seemed solid brass
For not, just think
It came to pass

The furnace, seven times hotter be
My grace sufficient is for thee

Your soul is riding out the gail
Your courage falters, and the tale
Is not yet told, but brighter gold
Comes from this long hostility
As Jesus calls, look unto Me

I've planned for thee eternal days
I've planned for thee a thousand ways
I went through my Gethsemany
Will you, my child, bear this for Me?

My back was stripped--I bore the rod
Will bear this for Me, your God?

I plan for thee a jeweled crown
Will you go through, or let me down?

Can you bear up a few more years
Or will you cause your master tears?

While Joseph's brothers made a pile
Joseph suffered for a while
That while did not seem a lengthy season
With no design, no rhyme or reason

The brothers did not care a bit
That Joseph languished in a pit
They showed no sorrow for his plight
They cared not for the wrong or right

But, God was there, behind the cloud
He does not shout His plan aloud
The path through pit and prison led
For Joseph to the nation's head

Not then did Joseph weep or groan
Each step was leading to a throne
The starving brothers soon behold
A ruler with a chain of gold

They wept, and each his breast did smite
Before one sold to Ishmalite
Their brother, with the power of death
Each man fell down with baited breath

Forgiving, Joseph understood
Yee meant for evil, God meant for good

He did not leave me, or forsake
He knew each step I had to take
My shepherd, led by pastures green
No other way could there have been

For me, I proved that He is God
Endured the dark, and kissed the rod
Take this example from His word
And follow on to know the Lord

Now, through darksome glass we see
But oh, the glory yet to be”
― Leonard Ravenhill, Revival God's Way

“While Joseph's brothers made a pile
Joseph suffered for a while
That while did not seem a lengthy season
With no design, no rhyme or reason

The brothers did not care a bit
That Joseph languished in a pit
They showed no sorrow for his plight
They cared not for the wrong or right

But, God was there, behind the cloud
He does not shout His plan aloud
The path through pit and prison led
For Joseph to the nation's head

Not then did Joseph weep or groan
Each step was leading to a throne
The starving brothers soon behold
A ruler with a chain of gold

They wept, and each his breast did smite
Before one sold to Ishmalite
Their brother, with the power of death
Each man fell down with baited breath

Forgiving, Joseph understood
Yee meant for evil, God meant for good

He did not leave me, or forsake
He knew each step I had to take
My shepherd, led by pastures green
No other way could there have been

For me, I proved that He is God
Endured the dark, and kissed the rod
Take this example from His word
And follow on to know the Lord

Now, through darksome glass we see
But oh, the glory yet to be”
― Leonard Ravenhill, Revival God's Way

“How Do You Take It Easy?

How do you take it easy
When His fire burns within?
How do you take it easy
In a world that's crushed by sin?

How do you take it easy
With a thousand tribes to tell?
How do you take it easy
In a world that speeds to Hell?

How do you take it easy
While the church sleeps in its ease?
How do you take it easy
Will someone tell me, please?”
― Leonard Ravenhill, Revival God's Way

“Lazarus Saturday: The Longest Way by Stewart Stafford

"Lazarus, come out!" Jesus said:
A dead man awoke in a burial place,
Wrapped head to foot on a stretcher;
He shook away the cloth on his face.

Four days dead, his soul was gone;
His sisters berated Jesus's late arrival;
The Lord did not doubt his power,
From the afterlife came his survival.

From a white light end to a dark revival,
Life cascaded in decomposing flesh,
His chest hurt as it rose and fell again,
Bloated and blotchy skin alive afresh.

Lazarus struggled to breathe in dusty air;
His body was freezing and deathly pale;
At first, he thought he had gone to God,
The voice of his friend told another tale.

Shuffling stiffly to the cave's womb exit,
Newborn-blind to his second life;
The Disciples rushed to unwrap him,
His sisters embraced away their strife.

Lazarus wanted to tell what he had seen,
But was told it was not for mortal ears;
His sisters had to respect this wish,
Overjoyed to live to Methuselah's years.

The word spread fast of this act;
Of the Nazarene's immense power;
That his reach could extend so far,
To the world far past Babel's Tower.

As the daughter of Jairus resurrected,
Christ himself arose on the third day;
Lazarus was in Death's grip tightest,
Miracles that blood money cannot repay.

© 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“12 Days of Christmas (Sonnet 1900)

On the first day of Christmas my ode to thee,
promise of messy love only sweetens by indignity.
On the second day of Christmas my ode to thee,
pocketful of moments become memories through amity.

On the third day of Christmas my ode to thee,
Christ ain't a cult but a voice against animosity.
On the fourth day of Christmas my ode to thee,
each act of hate is the same old crucifixion frenzy.

On the fifth day of Christmas my ode to thee,
intolerance is the desecration of sanctity.
On the sixth day of Christmas my ode to thee,
reason doesn't ruin, but enhances divinity.

On the seventh day of Christmas my ode to thee,
true miracle unfolds in everyday acts of empathy.
On the eighth day of Christmas my ode to thee,
save sermon on the mount all else is triviality.

On the ninth day of Christmas my ode to thee,
faith ought to enhance not degrade humanity.
On the tenth day of Christmas my ode to thee,
every stream reflects the same aspiring piety.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my call to thee,
every heart is a living church, from river to the sea.
On the twelfth day of Christmas I entrust to thee,
season of love and peace transcends ethnicity.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Little Planet on The Prairie: Dunya Benim, Sorumluluk Benim

“I do not understand the language of hate — only the silence that follows it. I do not choose sides, only the faces of those who have lost everything. The earth trembles with memory; ashes remember the footsteps of prophets, and blood soaks into holy ground that was meant to cradle peace. Still, I pray. For light to return to the eyes of the living, for hearts to remember mercy, for heaven to gather the broken, and teach us once more how to love what remains.”
― Marjory Qwen

“If God grands me another hello to you
May forgiveness be the first word,
And love our lasting companion

I hope you’re happy,
wherever you are —
even if it’s without me,

But I admit, it still hurts
But I pray that God is working on you
the way He’s been working on me.

I hope we meet again
as better versions of ourselves.
But till then,
I let go with love
and pray that life is gentle with you.

I no longer walk this road with you,
but I‘be found peace walking it with God
and I trust He’s leading me
exactly where I need to be — home.

Until that day comes,
I’ll carry love for you
And hope our paths cross again

maybe it will not be on this earth
But by the grace of God,
He’ll grand me my last wish —to find you in heaven.

They say love is never wasted,
and maybe if I see you there,
i’ll see God gently wiping every tear away.”
― Marjory Qwen, Echoes of a Silent Heart: A Poetry Collection

“Jesus Christ is the reason for the Christmas Season.”
― Brenda Mohammed