
Peace: It Is I (Poem by Anatolius of Constantinople)
Peace: It Is I by Anatolius of Constantinople (Translated by J.M. Neale in 1862) Fierce was the wild billow, Dark was the night; Oars laboured
Peace: It Is I by Anatolius of Constantinople (Translated by J.M. Neale in 1862) Fierce was the wild billow, Dark was the night; Oars laboured
If by Isaac Ewan If you can rest from all self-righteous working, As having died with Him who died for you, To walk in light
Timeless Eternity A poem by Isaac Y. Ewan Timeless eternity, Shoreless infinity, Measureless, limitless, fathomless sea! Incomprehensible, Vastness extensible, Ever and ever and ever to
Pain Knocked at My Door Anonymous Pain knocked at my door and said she’d come to stay. Though I would not welcome her but bade
The Weaver by Grant Colfax Tullar (1869-1950) My life is but a weaving Between my God and me. I cannot choose the colours He weaveth
The Rosebud A poem by Darryl L. Brown It is only a tiny rosebud A flower of God’s design; But I cannot unfold the petals
The Kite A poem by John Newton 1725-1807 My waking dreams are best concealed, Much folly, little good they yield. But now and then I
The Bend in the Road A poem by Helen Steiner Rice (1900-1981) Sometimes we come to life’s crossroads We view what we think is the
Blest Cross Poem by John Bunyan (1628-1688) “Thus far did I come laden with my sin; Nor could aught ease the grief that I was
The Anvil A poem by John Clifford Last eve I passed beside a blacksmith’s door, And heard the anvil ring the vesper chime; Then, looking
Child You Must Wait Poem by Russell Kelfer Desperate and helpless and longing I cried; Patiently, lovingly my Lord replied. I pled and I wept
I Asked the Lord A poem by John Newton (1725-1807) I asked the Lord that I might grow, In faith, and love, and every grace;
Is This The Right Road Home? (Poem) Anonymous Is this the right road home, O Lord? The clouds are dark and still. The stony path
I Asked God A poem by Claudia Minden Weisz I asked God to take away my pride, And God said, “No.” He said it was
Beneath an Eastern Sky A poem by Albert Benjamin Simpson (1843-1919) Beneath an eastern sky, Amid a rabble’s cry, A man went forth to die For
Read the Bible Through A poem by Amos R. Wells I supposed I knew my Bible, Reading piecemeal, hit or miss, Now a bit of
Hast Thou No Wound A poem by Amy Carmichael Hast thou no scar? No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand? I hear thee
In Acceptance Lieth Peace A poem by Amy Carmichael (1867-1951) He said, ‘I will forget the dying faces; The empty places, They shall be filled
Four Sleeping Infants Inscription from a tombstone in St. Andrews, Scotland Bold infidelity, turn pale and die. Beneath this stone four sleeping infants lie. Say,
I Will Not Doubt A poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox I will not doubt, though sorrows fall like rain, And troubles swarm like bees above
I Cannot Say A poem by F. G. Browning I cannot say beneath the pressure of life’s care to-day, “I joy in these”; But I
I Cannot Give It Up, This Little World I Know A poem by Margaret Mauro I cannot give it up, the little world I know!
Day of Judgment A poem by John Newton (1725-1807) Day of judgment! Day of wonders! Hark! the trumpet’s awful sound, Louder than a thousand thunders,
Have a Heart Anonymous Pray don’t find fault with the man that limps Or stumbles along the road. Unless you have worn the shoes he
First Days for God A poem by Will Houghton First days for God, Before Thy life is moulded, And God is given Second place –
The Red Sea Place by Annie Johnson Flint (1866-1932) Annie Flint suffered from crippling arthritis most of her life. However, confined to a sickbed, she
Child of My Love, Fear Not The Unknown Morrow Anonymous Child of My love, fear not the unknown morrow, Dread not the new demand life
Are All The Children In? Anonymous I think oft times as the night draws nigh Of an old house on the hill, Of a yard
Until I Learned to Trust by Terri Hayden Kisamore Until I learned to trust, I never learned to pray. And I did not learn to
5 Poems about the Assurance of Salvation Samuel Whitelock Gandy (1780-1851) I hear the accuser roar, of ills that I have done; I know them
Doing or Done – Which is it? How clear is the sound which the trumpeter gives, That when a poor sinner believeth, he lives; He has
When God Wants to Drill a Man Anonymous When God wants to drill a man, And thrill a man, And skill a man, When God
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