His Plan For Me (Poem by Martha Snell Nicholson)
His Plan for Me by Martha Snell Nicholson When I stand at the judgment seat of Christ And He shows me His plan for me, The plan of my life as it might have been, Had He had His way; […]
His Plan for Me by Martha Snell Nicholson When I stand at the judgment seat of Christ And He shows me His plan for me, The plan of my life as it might have been, Had He had His way; […]
God Keeps the Key Anonymous Is there some problem in your life to solve, Some passage seeming full of mystery? God knows, who brings the hidden thing to light. He keeps the key. Is there some door closed by the […]
Lean Hard (Poem) by Octavius Winslow (1808-1878) The “Lean Hard” poem was composed by Octavius Winslow, a 19th century preacher and contemporary of C.H. Spurgeon and J.C. Ryle. In his book Christ’s Sympathy to Weary Pilgrims, Winslow penned his famous […]
Evangelist James George Deck (1807–1884) is best known for his numerous deeply spiritual hymns. “Lamb of God our Souls Adore Thee”, “O Lord When We the Path Retrace” and “The Veil is Rent Lo Jesus Stands” are representative of many […]
The Atonement by William Blane This poem was written some time after 1883, when William Blane emigrated from Scotland to South Africa. It first appeared in print in 1887, when William Shaw, of Maybole in Ayrshire, had it printed in […]
Thou Hast No Tongue, O Christ Anonymous Thou hast no tongue, O Christ, as once of old, To tell the story of Thy love divine: The story still as strange, as sweet, as true; But there’s no tongue to tell […]
Afraid of What? (Poem) by E.H. Hamilton E.H. Hamilton, a Presbyterian missionary to China, wrote the poem below to reflect upon and commemorate the martyrdom of his fellow missionary J.W. Vinson (1880-1931). In October 1931, as Vinson visited some believers […]
Five Minutes After I Die (Poem) Anonymous Loved ones will weep o’er my silent face, Dear ones will clasp me in sad embrace, Shadows and darkness will fill the place, Five minutes after I die. Faces that sorrow I will […]
The Lodger A poem by J.M.S. Tait, based on Numbers 22:8 “Lodge here this night”. Ah, thou that dalliest with temptation And would’st fain a little while thy fell guest entertain; Thinkest thou with morning light he’ll clean depart, And […]
Did You Pray This Morning? Anonymous I got up early one morning and rushed right into the day; I had so much to accomplish that I didn’t have time to pray. Problems just tumbled about me, and heavier came each […]
Flame of God by Amy Carmichael Amy Carmichael (1867-1951), missionary to India, penned this poem, borne out of her own experience of sacrifice and suffering: From prayer that asks that I may be Sheltered from winds that beat on Thee, […]
The Courts of Common Sense by Isaac Ewan The Courts of Common Sense, from the Caravanserai collection by Scottish poet Isaac Y. Ewan, is a critique, in verse, of the ancient Greek poet Homer (circa 7th Century BC). Homer’s influence […]
The Conqueror by Isaac Y. Ewan Be master of thyself, and hold The earth-born team in hand, Possessed and ordered and controlled, Subdued at thy command. Swiftly your heritage they’ll wreck If once their heads get free. Hold then the […]
He Will Come by Isaac Y. Ewan He will come; surely come; quickly come; And His praise will rise from lips no longer dumb. For the weeping in the night Oft has dimmed the vision bright, But He’ll come; yes, He’ll […]
An excerpt from “The Sexton” by Isaac Ewan In The Caravanserai, a collection of poems by the early 20th Century Scottish poet Isaac Y. Ewan, there is an impressive and unique composition entitled “The Sexton”. A sexton is a religious […]
Only a Worthless Pebble by Albert Ramsay Albert Ramsay, evangelist from Prince Edward Island, Canada (1913-1993) penned the following lines about his own experience of salvation: “I was only a worthless pebble upon the beach of time, Yet He stooped […]
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 heavily, Foam glimmered white; Trembled the mariners, Peril was nigh; Then said the Son of […]
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 her go away, Still she entered — And like my shade she followed after me, […]
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 steadily. Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow; And I in foolish pride Forget He sees the […]
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 With these clumsy hands of mine. The secret of unfolding flowers Is not known to […]
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 gain when sleeping A friendly hint that’s worth the keeping. Lately I dreamt of one […]
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 end; But God has a much wider vision And He knows that it’s only a […]
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 in Till I came hither: What a place is this! Must here be the beginning […]
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 in, I saw upon the floor, Old hammers, worn with beating years of time. “How […]
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 for a clue to my fate; And the Master so gently said, “Child, you must […]
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; Might more of His salvation know, And seek, more earnestly, His face. ‘Twas He who […]
Is This The Right Road Home, O Lord? Anonymous Is this the right road home, O Lord? The clouds are dark and still. The stony path is hard to tread, Each step brings some fresh ill. I thought the way […]
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 me. Thorn-crowned His lovely head, Blood-stained His every tread; Cross-laden, on He sped For me. […]
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 John or Matthew, Now a snatch of Genesis, Certain chapters of Isaiah, Certain Psalms (the […]
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 sung as mighty in the land, I hear them hail thy bright ascendant star; Hast […]
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 again. O voices moaning deep within me, cease.’ But vain the word; vain, vain: Not […]
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 a hive, I will believe the heights for which I strive Are only reached by […]
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 can say that I had rather walk this rugged way, if Him it please. I […]
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, Shakes the vast creation round! How the summons wilt the sinner’s heart confound! At His […]
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 wears Or struggled beneath his load. There may be tacks in his shoes that hurt […]
First Days for God A poem by Will Houghton First days for God, Before Thy life is moulded, And God is given Second place – or none. Give Him thy time, And see His plan unfolded; Find in thy years […]
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 all wide and blossom-starred Where the children played at will. And when the night at […]