A Christian Poem a Day

[Of Mike and Men]

I know there is a self-expression thread, but I wish this to remain here.

I will be doing this for one year. In this time, I encourage others to leave comments, or post their own poems. Even if they are feeling agnostic towards the Christian God. However, I wish to refrain people from posting hateful things towards God. Thanks.

I will start with two that I've written since starting this project:

Listen to Me

Listen

to the teacher.

I am not.
"There are no teachers,"

says One.

"But, there is One teacher,"

says the same.

What do you do

if that One hates you?

What can you do?
Listen.

Home

Naked -- I came.
Lusting -- I saw.
Greedily -- I conquered.
Clothed -- I died.

I conquered nothing.
Something conquered me.

[Of Mike and Men]

42-32:1 semaJ

I looked in the mirror,
and said:
"Mirror, mirror,
you contain the law,
who's the most righteous
sheep of all?"
My reflection shone back.

I left to do my Lord's work.

When I returned,
I looked more intently.
I saw something else looking
back at me.
It mimicked my every move.
"Who are you?" I asked.
The goat and I locked eyes.

[Of Mike and Men]

See, know evil. Hear, know evil.

Lord,
You came that
the blind may see,
the deaf may hear.

Lord,
may I always see,
may I always hear,
never.

[Of Mike and Men]

After a minor misunderstanding, the thread is now re-opened. I wish to re-emphasize something, not by request of a mod, but to clarify. I wish this thread to become a discussion where others post as well. I would love to hear other Christian poetry, even if they are agnostic/questioning toward God. Anyways, a new poem:

Dear Reprobate, Heaven is your hell

I knocked on the gold door to enter Heaven,
the heat of Light
scorched my hands
burned my flesh
and blinded my eyes.

The sound of thunder
roared like a lion
shattered my ears
burst my flesh
I tried the doorbell.

The door opened.
I left Heaven to enter Hell.

[ReluctantPegasister]

My poem, illustrating my difficulties in picturing myself as a faithful mother:

God, when I picture myself as a faithful adult,
and imagine I’m holding my little girl in tired but happy arms,
I cannot help but think,
“God, how am I to tell this little girl, my innocent child
That she was born full of sin?
How will I tell her that someday a man will rule over her?
Shall I name her after Michol, whose dowry was 200 foreskins?
Or Sarai, who had her husband impregnate Hagar?
Leah, a sister wife of Rachel, who shared her husband with two handmaids?
Or else Eve, who was tricked by a snake with legs, and condemned my darling daughter to bleed every month and to bear the burden of childbirth?
How can I raise my daughter to speak up, when Timothy told her to stay silent?”
How can You ask it of me? How can I obey?

No offense meant, these are my true thoughts.

[Of Mike and Men]

I like it.

I don't take offense to it. I believe that the Bible is clear, none of us love God, nor can anyone obey Him. It was for this Christ died -- to enable us through faith, by grace, to be obedient.

However, I find nothing wrong in stating your struggles or how you feel. In fact, I find it healing. James, John, and Christ said to bring these things to the light and you will receive healing. I wrote one about how I don't believe I love God, but in fact, hate Him. I'll do some editing and post it tomorrow.

[Seebeyondthesurface]

God just really spoke to me today in Church and I just feel amazing. Thought I would share it!

Ohh and btw love this idea! And both of your guys poems!

You have always been there for me
I just didnt want to see
Because I didnt think I was worthy
You planned it out so perfectly
Got me when I needed someone the most
And showed me that there is hope
People in this world may be bad but you never are
You spread yourself out so far
And you reached for me
And I am ready to let you in and be
Your daughter
Because I am worthy

[Of Mike and Men]

Originally Posted by Seebeyondthesurface

God just really spoke to me today in Church and I just feel amazing. Thought I would share it!

Ohh and btw love this idea! And both of your guys poems!

You have always been there for me
I just didnt want to see
Because I didnt think I was worthy
You planned it out so perfectly
Got me when I needed someone the most
And showed me that there is hope
People in this world may be bad but you never are
You spread yourself out so far
And you reached for me
And I am ready to let you in and be
Your daughter
Because I am worthy

Hey,

Thanks for sharing. I hope people keep posting I haven't had time but I have off the next.couple of days, so maybe Ill find some time to be still.

[Of Mike and Men]

I don't know if this is a poem more than a collection of feelings in me currently, but I tried:

Golden Calf

My heart used to ache longing
for more.
I thought You cured it with a longing
for Your return.
But then it ached over what I've done
ceaselessly:
Crucify You,
again and again.

And now?
Now my heart is cured
by my being numb to you.
Or is it You
who is numb to me?

I call You every morning,
noon, and night.
I haven't heard back
in a very long time.
I remember playing phone tag.
It has turned to hide-and-seek.
But, now, I wonder if You're even alive,
or else found a spot I'll never find.
Like on the other side of home safe.

This numbness won't leave.
I remember You said
people forget how to love
as the end draws near.
Christ, I haven't forgotten.
I love the You I've made You to be:
created in my own image.
Maybe this is why you won't respond.
You're nothing but a golden calf.

Please send my calf
Send Moses down from Sinai
and stop that noisy thunder.

[Of Mike and Men]

Forgiven?

Soften this rock
of a heart.
Crush it to dirt,
spit in it to make clay,
and cure my blindness with it.

My heart is dark
Your deeds are unknown.
I have forgotten
of Your righteousness.

I cannot rise
to to praise Your name
because I'm in my grave,
the only thing the wicked love.

Will You work wonders
for one like me?
Do You weep
because I am dead?

Your loving-kindness
was proclaimed in my grave.
I hear You're faithful,
but will You put me to shame?

Or will You be gracious
and command me
come forth
rise
walk?

I am an ashamed
doublemindedthiefadultererandmurderer.
One full of pride,
everything You hate.
Will You still make me a coat of skin
to hide my shame?

I do not fear You.
I have no hope.

How far is the east from the west?
I'm pretty sure they meet.
Job, was your hope as small as mine?
Because for me, there is no tree.

[Of Mike and Men]

Me

I've heard it said,
"I do not exist,
only You exist."
But in my world,
only I exist.
And while I may be here today,
and gone tomorrow,
You told me not to worry
about tomorrow.
Besides if a flower will wither tomorrow,
even today it is dressed in glory.
How much more can I?

[JKmadu619]

The Broken Chain


We little knew that morning that God
Was going to call your name.I
n life we loved you dearly,
In death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
You did not go alone;
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories,
Your love is still our guide;
And though we can not see you,
You are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same;
But as God calls us one by one,
The Chain will link again.

I saw this at a Christian friend's house, engraved on a rock. He lost his sister and I thought it would be nice to share.

- Justin

[Of Mike and Men]

The Dead and the Living One

Why do people say,
"He died for me,
so, I will live forHim."
Do they not realize:
though He died,
He lives for them?

[Kaisada]

Hey, I think this is a wonderful idea of a thread. I'm not Christian or Catholic but have recently been very inspired by Christian monasticism in its various forms, and have been thinking about writing a poem or two to express that. I'm not too sure at the moment, but yeah, great to see that a thread like this is here. Certainly wonderful to read everyone's poetry. Please keep posting!

[Of Mike and Men]

Thankful for Oppression

We thank the LORD,
for our wealth.
We have this wealth
by abusing the poor.
Our thankfulness for wealth
is like cursing the LORD.
Our comfort is not better
than the pain of the poor.
It is a curse.
Their suffering
is the grace of G-D.