Poems about God
Be encouraged and inspired by this collection of poems about God.
May they remind you to trust God and of His love for each one of us.
God Singing Over Me
Poet: Greta Zwaan, ©2007
Imagine God singing over me! A weak and lowly soul;
Imagine God finding cause for joy because I'm made whole.
No more sin to darken my way, forgiven, accepted and free.
The eternal God! Majestic power! Rejoices over me.
My weakness has no more control, my sins are cast aside;
I now walk with lightened steps, for Christ and I abide.
No more my will but Thine Oh Lord! Your judgment never fails,
In all my ways I trust in you, your holiness prevails.
I know that when I hear your voice and never from it sway,
That You delight in my frail being and bless me more each day.
Temptations of the world are strong and my resistance weak;
Without the Spirit as my guide I would not hear God speak.
But now I know through all my days my path has been ordained,
My future, God declares to me, is perfectly sustained.
But still I marvel - my God sings with joy because I am His!
No one can take away His love, this holiness, this bliss.
Daily I will rest in Him and listen to His voice,
For I am His and He is mine, a blessed mutual choice!
People that live by only what they see in front of them
never experience the great things God has for them.
Quotes about God
Come With Me To Glory
Poet: Greta Zwaan, ©2009
Though time should run out, my love never will, You are my life and my trust;
You are the One who holds me secure, You are the holy One; the Just.
Graves cannot contain my spirit; death is not the end of time,
Though my body turns to ashes, I will rest in peace sublime.
All on earth is temporary, soon to vanish without trace,
Wealth holds no eternal virtue, yet it's held in man's embrace.
Much is sacrificed for riches, human beings bought and sold,
No respect for God's creation, but the mighty power of gold.
Life is but a fleeting moment, just a shadow o'er the sun,
Man cannot create extensions; God decides when life is done.
Man seems bent on self destruction, not prepared for what's ahead,
Needless of the many warnings and of things that he should dread.
I have learned to rest completely, even though I cannot see,
I can trust in God's good judgment, I am His eternally.
But I'm part of His commission: "Bring the news to every land,"
Draw the nations to the Saviour, help the world to understand.
Riches, glory, fame and honour have no value to the soul,
Be prepared to meet your Maker, He has all things in control.
When my earthly ties are severed and I stand before my King,
It would be my greatest pleasure, more reward than anything:
Having you stand there with me, loving Jesus like I do,
Having made that great decision, you will join the saved ranks too.
I could not forsake my Master after what He's done for me,
Earthly ties become redundant with my soul at liberty.
Hand in hand we'll stand before Him, in that holy, heavenly place,
Seeing Jesus in His glory, gazing on His holy face.
"Contentment comes from peace within when worldly thoughts are still."
Poet: Greta Zwaan, ©2012
Contentment comes from peace within when worldly thoughts are still;
When a heart is right with God, when you obey His will.
"Be still and know that I am God, I know the path you'll take;
Though some decisions may be hard and cause your heart to ache.
I promise I will not forsake or leave you all alone,
I'll walk beside you all the way, and see you safely home.
I have prepared a place for you where tears will fall no more,
Where loneliness does not exist, beyond the golden shore.
Remember all I've given you, perhaps not wealth or fame;
But everything that you required to which your hand laid claim.
'Twas in your interest that I gave all that was best for you,
Not for your greed but for your good, I always walked with you.
Be not concerned that others have things you could not attain;
Contentment ought to fill your heart that you can bless My name.
I carried you through trying times and drew you close to me;
I'll never, ever walk away - you're Mine, and yet you're free."
The Hands Of Jesus
Poet: Greta Zwaan, ©2009
Little hands lie in the manger, flailing in the cool night air,
Reaching out to touch His mother, feeling love and tender care.
Junior hands within the workshop, Joseph teaching Him his trade,
I imagine happy moments showing Mary what He'd made.
Hands that held the words of Scripture, in the temple as a lad,
Telling scholars things of glory; knowledge that they'd never had.
Hands that gave a blind man vision to behold the world anew,
Hands that touched a leper's body, cleansed and healed him through and through.
Hands that held the little children, cuddling them upon His knee,
Telling weary, toil worn mothers, "Let your offspring come to Me."
Hands that took a cup of water from the woman at the well,
Told her that He knew her heartache, things that she would never tell.
Hands that baked the fish for breakfast on the seashore for His men,
Hands that blessed the food he offered, bringing God His thanks again.
Hands that whipped the money changers in a temple meant for praise
When He saw the degradation and the anger that did raise.
Yet these hands were gentle, loving, kind, compassionate but strong,
Lifting up the broken-hearted, guiding lives that had gone wrong.
These very hands have been rejected, humbled by a rugged cross;
Nails that made His blood run freely; heaven's gain, but man's great loss.
But these hands are still extended, reaching out to draw men in,
Oh, the loving hands of Jesus, paid the penalty for sin.
"Oh, the loving hands of Jesus, paid the penalty for sin."
Poet: Greta Zwaan, ©2004
You cannot guide the horses unless you hold the reigns,
You cannot live a life without control.
Your head may give you leeway to do just as you please
But how do you relate this to your soul?
God gave us instructions, we need a day of rest,
We need to come apart and seek His face.
While man ploughs a lone furrow, he only has one goal,
He longs to be the first to win the race.
Like a team of horses with blinders on their heads,
He looks not to the left nor to the right.
He's missing all the blessings, the joys God has in store,
It's only in his work he finds delight.
One day his health will falter because he takes no rest,
Although God set aside one day in seven,
Ignoring God's instructions, a self-destructive act,
Is not conducive as a way to heaven.
The body will grow weary, the soul become disturbed,
The focus of the mind has gone astray.
Turn back! And heed God's pleading, be done with wealth and fame,
Rest in His love, and praise His holy name.
No, God is not through searching, He longs to bring you peace.
Claim Christ as your Redeemer - He knows best.
Like horses need man's guidance to send them on their way,
It's only God who gives you peace and rest.
"It's only God who gives you peace and rest."
Trim Your Lamp
Poet: Greta Zwaan, ©2010
How much oil have you stored for your journey?
Are you prepared for that glorious day?
Are you sitting in wait by the roadside,
Your lamp trimmed, well on your way?
Are you aware that Jesus is coming?
Do you know there's no time to spare?
Are you gathering fuel for the future,
Enough to light your way there?
Don't assume you have time to get ready,
Don't be the one to set dates.
God has been warning you gently,
He tarries, but not always does He wait.
You wander on the brink of disaster,
Always ignoring His call,
Trusting in earthly possessions,
Not even listening at all.
The call to enter God's heaven
Will come to the faithful and just.
But those who relied on their riches
Are left, for they failed to trust.
There's warnings, but there's no extensions,
You make the choice your own way,
Listen and hear Godís voice pleading,
Come at His bidding, TODAY!
A Power Change
Poet: Greta Zwaan, ©2009
When the Spirit came at Pentecost, great power was released,
If you'll accept the Light of life, this power has not ceased.
The world may be a different place; the struggles seem more grave,
But as it was in days of yore, there's still that power to save.
Grace and mercy still exist, God has not lost control;
You need not struggle over sin, if Christ has claimed your soul.
The victory over sin was won, Christ nailed it to the cross,
And as your faith and spirit grows, sinís power is a loss.
This does not mean that you are free to live a life of ease,
Itís not a lifetime guarantee, to live life as you please.
The purpose of the Spirit's power is meant to change your life,
Enabling you to walk away from troubling, inner strife.
It has the power to change your thoughts, to bring you inner peace,
But you must submit and give it heed, if turmoil is to cease.
There cannot be two masters here, the change must be complete,
When you surrender your domain, it does not mean defeat.
It's letting you be free to chose, but God does not use force;
He suggests a better way through which life runs its course.
You may feel weak and powerless, a vessel God can't use,
However, it's your emptiness that God finds cause to choose.
The Spirit will endow your life, direct you to your task,
Help you to be fruitful, you merely need to ask.
For God is always faithful, His grace will never end,
The Holy God of heaven comes down to be your friend.
"For God is always faithful, His grace will never end"
Poet: Greta Zwaan, ©2005
Once I was a heathen, yet not unknown to God;
He observed me in my daily walk.
I knew not of His mercy, I knew not of His grace,
I never knew that I could hear Him talk.
I didn't sense His presence in the glory of the day;
The sunshine came and went as if by rote;
The fragrance of the roses lifted up with gentle breeze
Came and went without my taking note.
I occupied my hours with challenges and goals;
I had a plan I knew I must fulfill.
I had no time for others, I never thought of God;
How could He challenge me with, "Peace, be still?"
But God was not done searching, He turned His face to me,
With love He gently tuned me to His side.
He gave me a new vision; He brought me to my knees,
Dispelled my fears and took away my pride.
He has a vested interest; He had created me
But I had never claimed Him as my own.
Then once my heart was opened, the scales fell from my eyes,
I finally found a purpose for my life.
I need not walk in darkness, I need not feel deprived,
I need walk the road of constant strife.
When Israel rejected the plan God had in place,
When hearts were full of lust and evil ways,
God turned to seek the Gentiles, the ones that had been scorned,
The ones He's set aside for many days.
But now the door was opened, expanded by God's grace;
The wonder of it all! It can be mine!
I need to recognize Him, acknowledge His great power, it's God!
The wondrous Saviour, so Divine.