Category Archives: Poetry: Spiritual

Poetry: Spiritual

1) Jesus

I am the child

in you:





Let me play

in your heart.


2) Jesus:

tender, loving

giving, living, touching

fulfilling empty, hungry souls



3) Abba

A child with scratched knee

and tear filled eyes

climbs into his papa’s lap


4) To My Mentor

Many were sent to light my way

along the dark and perilous road,

but He chose you

to open the door

for me.


5) A ray of sunshine pierces

the blanket of fog

illuminating the pines and oaks

like God’s Spirit does

in me


6) God’s children

The brilliant leaves

of the maple tree;


in their passing.


7) My two year old says,

“Why, oh why?”

with such delight!

How rich those words are

for the young–

so full of enchantment

a world to explore!


With anguish, I ask,

“Why, oh why?”

Life’s so unfair

there’s so much pain and sorrow.


With resignation, Mother says,

“Why? Who knows.

I don’t ask anymore.”


With faith, Grandmother says,

“I don’t know why,

but in the Lord

there is hope for tomorrow.”


8) Jorja’s Psalm

O Lord, You are too wonderful

for me to comprehend!

You loved me

when I hated You.

You forgave me

when I doubted Your existence.

You saved me

when I only vaguely understood

I needed saving.

And when I asked You

to take possession of me

You filled me with such great

joy, love and peace

that it welled up and up


it splashed down my cheeks

in silver tears

which You collected

in a special devotional cup.

O Lord,

I love You so!

I truly yearn to be like You!

So perfect, pure and holy,

so giving.

How unlike men You are!

They point out my sins

with wounding fingers

that offer no healing.

But You, O Lord,

reveal my sins tenderly, lovingly

always providing the remedy.

O Lord, how can You be so patient

with me?

You offer Your forgiveness

so freely

I sometimes have difficulty

accepting it as readily.

Why can’t I forgive myself

as easily as You do?

Instead, I often choose

to wallow in self-condemnation

or self-pity

until I feel

I’ve suffered enough

for my transgressions–

wasting valuable time

that should be spent

in prayer, in praise,

in serving You.

Help me, Lord,

to trust You more:

to trust You so completely

that once I surrender

a problem to You

I never attempt

to take it back.

Let “worry” and “anxiety” disappear

from my vocabulary


O Lord,

Please make me

like Jesus.