These Christian poems have inspired and comforted people for many years
Whether you're in a season of joy or facing challenges, these poems remind us to trust God's plan and find solace in His unwavering love
The World's Bible, written by poet Annie Johnston Flint. Christ has no hands but our hands to do His work today
He has no feet but our feet to lead men in His way, He has no tongue but our tongues to tell men how He died
He has no help but our help to bring them to His side. We are the only Bible the careless world will read
We are the sinner's gospel, we are the scoffer's creed, We are the Lord's last message, given in deed and word
What if the line is crooked? What if the type is blurred? What if our hands are busy with other work than His
What if our feet are walking where sin's allurement is? What if our tongues are speaking of things His lips would spurn
How can we hope to help Him unless from Him we learn? God's Power, written by poet Maria J. Dodge
In every waving blade of grass, in every little flower, That daily in my walks I pass, I see God's wondrous power
And every tiny drop of rain which falls in gentle shower, And then in Mr. Sense again, tells of His wondrous power
The little birds that gaily trill their songs in morning hour, And all the air with music fill, sing of His wondrous power
The Bible, written by poet John Greenleaf Whittier. We search the world for truth, we cull, the good, the pure
The beautiful, from graven stone and written scroll, And all old flower fields of the soul
And, weary seekers of the best, we come back laden from our quest
To find that all the sages said, is in the book our mothers read
God seen in His works, written by poet James Cowden Wallace. There's not a tint that paints the rose, or decks the lily fair
Or streaks the humblest flower that blows, but God has placed it there
At early dawn, there's not a gale across the landscape driven, And not a breeze that sweeps the vale, that is not sent by heaven
There's not, of grass, a single blade, or leaf of loveliest green
Where heavenly skill is not displayed, and heavenly wisdom seen. Around, beneath, below, above, wherever space extends
There God displays His boundless love, and power with mercy blends. A Haven for Sinners, written by poet Catherine Pulsifer
In the heart of the town, the church stands tall, A haven for sinners, it welcomes all
Ith open arms and compassionate grace, It offers forgiveness in a peaceful embrace
Beneath its roof, troubled souls find solace, A refuge for those seeking God's grace
So let us gather, both strong and weak, For in this sacred place, we find what we seek
God Knows Best, written by poet Caleb Davis Bradley. My God knows best
Through all my days, this is my comfort and my rest, My trust, my peace, my solemn praise
That God knows all, and God knows best. My God knows best
That is my chart, this thought to me is always blessed, It hallows and it soothes my heart
For all is well, and God knows best. My God knows best
Then tears may fall, in His great heart I'll find my nest
For He, my God, is over all, And He is love, and He knows best
Thank you for watching. May your days be filled with the peace, and grace that only God can give