Christian poem – Growing Our Faith Together

Dropping the Stones

Caught in the act, they dragged her into the temple courts. Head down, hands trembling, she avoided the eyes of the angry men surrounding her. The men couldn’t wait to pass judgment on her. Their faces turned hard as the stones they longed to throw. After all, that was God’s law. But the man whoContinue reading “Dropping the Stones”

In the Palm of Your Hand

Softer than a breeze rustling the cottonwood trees Sweeter than a first kiss, Your almighty hands cradle my soul. The very hands that created the stars, the moon, and the fiery sun, That formed every animal—the fierce tiger, the massive whale, the purring kitten, That “knit me together in my mother’s womb,” These hands cradleContinue reading “In the Palm of Your Hand”

Blood of Christ

Blood of Christ Blood of Christ course through my heart, That I may love like thee, Blood of Christ course through my brain, That I may think like thee. Blood of Christ, nourish my tongue, That it may speak for you, Blood of Christ nourish my eyes, Let them see as you do. Blood ofContinue reading “Blood of Christ”

Hope

Hope is the thing That pushes its head through the earth, Unfurling its pale green For all to see. It’s the expectation of blooms, Unwinding from a tiny bud, Blooms more vibrant and colorful Than imagination. Hope is the realization that dead, shriveled things, long buried in the ground, Will one day rise again toContinue reading “Hope”

Dropping the Stones

Dropping the Stones Caught in the act, they dragged her into the temple courts. Head down, hands trembling, she avoided the eyes of the angry men surrounding her. The men couldn’t wait to pass judgment on her. Their faces turned hard as the stones they longed to throw. After all, that was God’s law. ButContinue reading “Dropping the Stones”

Hands

HANDS “His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He cares for me.” Hands— large, small, rough, dirty, slender, graceful. Hands caress and soothe, Wiping away tears. Hands hit and wound, Cruelly inflicting pain. Hands, black with grime, Skillfully repair engines. Hands, manicured and perfumed, Lovingly arrange the roses. Hands, strong yet gentle, CarefullyContinue reading “Hands”