Poems About God

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What is God?Who is God?Who Created God?, and Does God exist? are the main questions that humankind is asking since dawn of the time. In the English language, the term God, when capitalized and singular (as a proper noun), is typically used to refer to the sole Divine Being in monotheistic religions, and more broadly to Ultimate Reality in many other faiths.

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 and Man

Every human being thirsts for knowledge of God, craving faith;
Their need is most dire whose minds have strayed the furthest.
A needy conscience is healthy: its need is faith in Him.
Minds lost in bewildering ways are recovered in search of Him.

Abstract knowledge cannot, nor formal reasoning,
Nor subtle logic, content the human need for faith.
Scholars, scientists, philosophers-disputing, deviant
Voices, so void of meaning while so full of wards,

Knowing nothing revealed about the other world,
Ignorant of the beginnings of things have understood
So little, yet have, by conjectures and frail hypotheses,
Snared and confounded whole nations of human beings

This is truth: every color and sound is a message from Him.
The subjection of existence to man is a portion of His wisdom.
Existence originates in or radiates from His Light
Who initiates all things. Only souls who apprehend this

Are contented, and only the contended reach Him.
Though the insightless are blind to Him, His sight reaches,
And His presence is, everywhere. And this is truth:
That man most deeply feels His relatedness to all being.

Those with senses alert to Him know near He is.
The universe is a fountain overflowing with the meanings
Of His Names, with diverse, prolific harmonies
Of God and man, continually played and resonant.

Realizing this, the human mind is wed to the human heart
And nightly finds a different path to take its way to God.
The spirit that thus leaps over the hurdles of matter,
To enter upon this realm, finds the true identity
At last of man, conjoined fulfillment of self and soul.

— M. Fethullah Gulen

My Great God

God, I see Your tender love in all the things around me,
I feel your comfort when I’m down, and know that You surround me.
With blessings that I cannot count, with grace beyond all measure,
With mercy that I don’t deserve, with things that bring me pleasure.

Would I be brazen, Lord, to ask, why I deserve attention?
Do I have merits of my own, a virtue you could mention?
I feel indebted to Your love, so privileged, so accepted,
I want to show my gratitude and somehow feel respected.

But I am but a puny man, a selfish, sinful spirit,
And You are Oh, so holy God, such grace no man can merit.
You make the clouds your chariot, You walk upon the mountains;
You speak and all the earth is stilled; fierce storms become still fountains.

O, God, instill in me a faith that spans my every hour,
And let me know how great You are; reveal Your holy power.
May I be used in some small way to teach Your grace and glory.
Help me to show the world Your love, to spread salvation’s story.

— Greta Zwaan

Supplication

God, show compassion to my wounded tongue!
Open your door and bless this sinner, God!

Let me rub my face on the threshold, don’t turn me away;
I’ve roamed wildly enough, God!

I stood for years and wailed at the door of bounty;
Separate me from my wails and sighs, God!

Although I’ve always lived soiled by rebellion,
Still be generous to this helpless one, God!

Don’t light the fire of otherness, let me burn in Your hearth,
Let me become pure love and become Your prey, God.

I have finally arrived at Your door with rebellion as great as the mountains,
I’ve returned, helpless, with a leash on my neck, God!

Bless Kitmîr and allow this wail of misery to cease;
Veil my every trial with a thousand ardors, God!

— M. Fethullah Gulen

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God Singing Over Me

Zephaniah 3:17

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!

— Greta Zwaan

God Saw

God saw the road was getting rough,
The hill was hard to climb;
He gently closed those loving eyes
And whispered “Peace Be Thine.”

The weary hours, the days of pain,
The sleepless nights have passed;
The ever patient worn-out frame
Has found sweet rest at last.

God saw that you were weary
So He did what He knows best.
He came and stood beside you,
And whispered, “Come and rest.”

You bid no one a last farewell,
Not even a goodbye.
You were gone before we knew it,
And only God knows why.

— Author Unknown

Come With Me To Glory

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.

— Greta Zwaan

God Saw You Getting Tired

God saw that she was getting tired,
A cure was not to be.
So he put His arms around her
And whispered, ”Come with Me.”
With tearful eyes, we watched her suffer.
And saw her fade away.
Although we loved her dearly,
We could not make her stay.
A golden heart stopped beating.
Hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes ”the best”

— Frances and Kathleen Coelho

Contentment

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.

— Greta Zwaan

God

I am God—
Without one friend,
Alone in my purity
World without end.

Below me young lovers
Tread the sweet ground—
But I am God—
I cannot come down.

Spring!
Life is love!
Love is life only!
Better to be human
Than God—and lonely.

— Langston Hughes

Originally appeared in the October 1931 issue of Poetry magazine.

The Hands Of Jesus

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.

— Greta Zwaan

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God

In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips,
I ascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, “Master,
I am thy slave. Thy hidden will is my law and I shall obey thee
for ever more.”

But God made no answer, and like a mighty tempest passed away.

And after a thousand years I ascended the holy mountain and again
spoke unto God, saying, “Creator, I am thy creation. Out of clay
hast thou fashioned me and to thee I owe mine all.”

And God made no answer, but like a thousand swift wings passed
away.

And after a thousand years I climbed the holy mountain and spoke
unto God again, saying, “Father, I am thy son. In pity and love
thou hast given me birth, and through love and worship I shall
inherit thy kingdom.”

And God made no answer, and like the mist that veils the distant
hills he passed away.

And after a thousand years I climbed the sacred mountain and again
spoke unto God, saying, “My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am
thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow. I am thy root in the earth
and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the
face of the sun.”

Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of sweetness,
and even as the sea that enfoldeth a brook that runneth down to
her, he enfolded me.

And when I descended to the valleys and the plains God was there
also.

— Kahlil Gibran

Guidances

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.

— Greta Zwaan

You’re Always There for Me

When the world comes crashing in
And chaos rules my mind,
I turn my heart to you, Lord,
And pure, sweet peace I find.

You lift me out of trouble
You comfort me in pain;
You nourish, heal and cleanse me,
Like cool, refreshing rain.

In times of joy and bliss,
When things are going right,
You lift me even higher,
And fill me with delight.

You listen to my prayers;
You hear my every plea;
I’m safe because I know
You’re always there for me.

— Joanna Fuchs

Trim Your Lamp

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 God’s voice pleading,
Come at His bidding, TODAY!

— Greta Zwaan

To Do List From God

I ran my life in search of worldly things;
My time and will were firmly in control.
I thought I had no need for what God brings;
I gave no heed to murmurs from my soul.

“You’re planning, doing all the time,” it said,
“But something else is missing deep inside.
Your mind is whirling, but your heart is dead,
So turn to God and let go of your pride.”

I did, and God said, “Here’s My plan for you:
Give your life to Me, and just let go.
Have faith and pray, and read the Bible through,
And you’ll have blessings more than you can know.”

So simple, yet it brings me perfect peace,
Living life for God the way I should.
Direction, purpose, fullness and release—
Life with God is very, very good.

— Joanna Fuchs

A Power Change

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, sin’s power is a loss.

This does not mean that you are free to live a life of ease,
It’s 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.

— Greta Zwaan

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Time and Space

God is Everywhere

Oh! show me where is He,
The high and holy One,
To whom thou bend’st the knee,
And prayest, “Thy will be done!”
I hear thy song of praise,
And lo! no form is near:
Thine eyes I see thee raise,

But where doth God appear?

Oh! teach me who is God, and where his glories shine,
That I may kneel and pray, and call thy Father mine.

“Gaze on that arch above:
The glittering vault admire.
Who taught those orbs to move?
Who lit their ceaseless fire?
Who guides the moon to run
In silence through the skies?
Who bids that dawning sun
In strength and beauty rise?

There view immensity! behold! my God is there:
The sun, the moon, the stars, his majesty declare.

“See where the mountains rise:
Where thundering torrents foam;
Where, veiled in towering skies,
The eagle makes his home:
Where savage nature dwells,
My God is present, too:
Through all her wildest dells
His footsteps I pursue:

He reared those giant cliffs, supplies that dashing stream,
Provides the daily food which stills the wild bird’s scream.

“Look on that world of waves,
Where finny nations glide;
Within whose deep, dark caves
The ocean monsters hide:
His power is sovereign there,
To raise, to quell the storm;
The depths his bounty share,
Where sport the scaly swarm:

Tempests and calms obey the same almighty voice,
Which rules the earth and skies, and bids far worlds rejoice.”

— Joseph Hutton

By Grace

Malachi 1:11

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.

— Greta Zwaan

God is Great and Good

I know God made the sun
To fill the day with light;
He made the twinkling stars
To shine all through the night.

He made the hills that rise
So very high and steep;
He made the lakes and seas,
That are so broad and deep.

He made the streams so wide,
That flow through wood and vale;
He made the rills so small,
That leap down hill and dale.

He made each bird that sings
So sweetly all the day;
He made each flower that springs
So bright, so fresh, so gay.

And He who made all these,
He made both you and me;
Oh, let us thank Him, then,
For great and good is He.

— Author Unknown

I Will Achieve

Malachi 1:11

I want to strike it rich with God, the riches of His power,
To reach the world with His great love, to serve Him every hour.
I want to be His messenger no matter where He sends me,
To walk by faith and not by sight through grace which He extends me.

I want to be in His control, my own will to surrender,
To follow footsteps in the sand, to hear His voice so tender.
I want to know His will for me, His purpose in this mission
To always be at one with Him, to serve without contrition.

All of this I long to do, I have such great intentions,
But will and deeds oft don’t comply, through human apprehensions.
Fear of failure, lack of trust, what happens if I fail here?
A disappointed God might say, “Why could you not prevail here?”

If I cannot achieve His goals and find His will to guide me,
If I should stumble on the way and think, “He’s not beside me.”
If I cause blemish on His name when I am apprehended,
If in my witness I should fail, would my God be offended?

I dare not risk to bring Him pain, to hurt or disrespect Him,
To idly watch sin take its toll, to have the world reject Him.
If I should blunder in my plight it’s still a risk worth taking,
A soul might find a lighted path; his sinful life forsaking.

Who is to know what lies ahead? What mission God assigns me?
Think of the blessing I might miss if fear rules, or it blinds me.
I’ll venture forth, I’ll do my best, that’s all that is required,
I’ll follow anywhere He leads, through faith I’ll be inspired.

I can achieve, I WILL ACHIEVE! It’s God who’s in control here;
Perhaps the privilege will be mine to bring another soul here.
“God, give me strength to do Your will, assist me through Your power,
and in my pursuits every day, give wisdom for each hour.”

— Greta Zwaan

Rags To Riches

Discarded rags His first layette, is that the dress of kings?
Proclaimed to be of royal blood yet clothed in ragged things?
Would you expect to bow the knee to one in such poor form?
Why use a stable for this birth? Why in this state be born?

Who could esteem a barn-born child? What honour could he hold?
His claim to be the Son of God – was that not brash and bold?
His parents’ names were not renown; why, they weren’t even wed!
An out-of- wedlock child you say, is God’s own Son instead?

Should I believe this could be true? A rags to riches tale?
He’s come to set me free from sin, if I let faith prevail?
I need to trust in God’s great plan, to see His love, His grace;
He gave His all, His only Son! Who took my rightful place.

For I am guilty, He is not, yet now I am set free;
This Babe, discarded as a fake, will reign eternally!

— Greta Zwaan

There Is A God!

There is a God! – I know full well,
Though I have never seen His face;
Earth, sea, and sky, His power tell,
His handiwork in these I trace.

There is a God! – the heavens declare
His gracious presence night and morn;
Sun, moon, and stars in God’s pure air
Laugh Infidelity to scorn.

There is a God! – each flower I see
Seems but to live to speak His praise;
Each blade of grass, each leaf-crown’d tree,
Their heads in grateful gladness raise!

There is a God! – thus saith the sea,
Rock’d in the cradle of His hand;
Emblem of God’s immensity,
Mov’d by the winds at His command.

There is a God! – the mountains high
Point to His heavenly throne above!
The stars that twinkle in the sky
Proclaim a God – a God of love!

Thou art my God! – Thy word doth show
The imprint of Thy hand divine;
‘Tis from its pages that I know
My soul is kindred soul to Thine!

— John Imrie

Disturbing Thoughts

We want a God that we can create and who will serve our own pleasure,
We want a God who does what we want, who bows to our lust and our pleasure.
We want a God who will answer our prayers, but just in the way that we ask it,
We want a God who takes orders well, no use to deny or to mask it.

We know what we want and we want it now! We’re good at making decisions,
We have our rights and we’ll stand our ground, we allow no derisions.
It’s all for one and one for all; we’re not into seeking for favours;
We’re self-sufficient, we’re strong men, we’re known to excel in our labours.

So why should we bow to the king of the Jews? Wasn’t all that just a fable?
It’s okay for kids to believe in such stuff; as for me? I’m just not able.
My independence and my rugged strength will have saved me in many disasters;
I’m proud to announce that I’m my own man, I don’t need to look for new masters.

You talk of a soul that needs to be saved, you talk of a life with new meaning;
What’s wrong with me just the way that I am? On just whom should I be leaning?
Life after death? What does that mean? Doesn’t life end when I’m buried?
You’re giving me thoughts that I’ve never had; you’re pushing! You make me feel worried.

My time’s running out? How do you know? Where did you get all this knowledge?
You read the Good Book? It tells my demise? I say, “You’re at the wrong college!”
Who wrote the book that talks about me? Tell me, what is it you’re after?
Why do you care what my future might be? Your claim will soon cause me laughter.

We’ve never met but you seem so sincere, I’m impressed, I think I will listen;
The thoughts you convey have hit a weak spot, the tears in my eyes start to glisten.
I’ve never had someone who cared whether my soul was worth saving;
No one ever spoke of my need, or told me that sin was enslaving.

How can I know you’re telling the truth? Who sent you out to address me?
Filling my mind with unheard of thoughts; things that will only distress me.
I should repent? What does that mean? Whom do you think I’ve offended?
I’ve lived a good life, gone by the rules, and never on no one depended.

The future concerns you want me to note, a place that I need to prepare for;
The option is mine, two choices I have, and you say there’s one I should care for?
Tell me my friend, when will this be? When should I make preparations?
I could be called in a moment of time? When Christ returns for this nation?

Why wasn’t I told that this would occur? Why was there no warning given?
Oh, but there was! Signs all around – but I was too wrapped up in living.
I’m glad you arrived and I haven’t much time, I need to find proof for your story;
If what you say is a message of truth, I want to be ready for glory.

I wish I had known, I could have spent time getting this message to others;
So many, like me, live for the day – these people, my sisters, my brothers.
Thanks for waking my soul to its need, thanks for being persistent;
If you hadn’t come I wouldn’t have heard, I’m glad that you were insistent!

Now I can plan for a life that’s worthwhile, whatever time is remaining,
Now I can say, “I work for the Lord” and some day with Him I’ll be reigning.

— Greta Zwaan