Faith Poem at First Light
Dawn unfolds in honeyed beams,
This faith poem wakes from quiet dreams.
Not in the earthquake, wind or fire,
But in the breath that fuels desire.
Faith Poem Through the Tempest
When thunder shakes the ancient oak,
This faith poem speaks the words You spoke.
Not to calm the storm outside,
But still the squall in hearts that hide.
Faith Poem in Common Hours
Between the dishes, clocks and dust,
This faith poem finds Your sacred trust.
Not just in temples tall and wide,
But where two strangers sit beside.
Faith Poem Underground
Like roots that drink unseen below,
This faith poem learns how slow things grow.
What human eyes call “not enough”
Is heaven’s perfect, patient stuff.
Your Living Faith Poem
Let every ordinary day
Ink lines of love in humble clay.
Not perfect verse or measured art,
But breathing prayers from grateful heart.