Poems about Jesus.

Each Sunday, I plan on taking a break from devotional-type writing to share an original poem.

FAMOUS

The One whose name is famous

He healed me first

Now He is much renowned in my home

The Jerusalemites had great thirst

They have been quenched

There, He is of great standing

The Judeans were in need

Their sin was outstanding

In the region at present

His name is that of great repute

The Samarians were hungry

In need of spiritual food

The gospel they were fed

Jesus, currently there, has great reputation

May continued fame His name receive

To the end of the earth; in all nations.

Poems about Jesus.

Each Sunday, I plan on taking a break from devotional-type writing to share an original poem.

THE GREAT PHYSICIAN

I was sick as can be

I just did not know it

The world said I was good

One with a righteous spirit

Until I was shown my prognosis

A disease I could not fix

The Great Physician made the diagnosis

He made Himself available

The Great Physician provided the cure

Through Him wellness is attainable

The Great Physician paid the fee

His grace and mercy, unexplainable

The Great Physician, friend of sinners

That saved a wretch like me.

Poems about Jesus.

Each Sunday, I plan on taking a break from devotional-type writing to share an original poem.

THE PEARL OF GREAT PRICE

The pearl of great price

The most valuable thing in the world

The pearl of great price

I will sell all I have to possess

The pearl of great price

It’s no ordinary pearl

The pearl of great price

It defines my eternal address.

Poems about Jesus.

Each Sunday, I plan on taking a break from devotional-type writing to share an original poem.

Happy Father’s Day to my Dad, “The Original” Phil Jones. He has written poetry for years so I guess that is where I got it from. I am sure glad you are my Dad; hope you have a super day!

RAINDROPS

I am building a shelter for a rainy day

For when the showers come

I will not whine

It’s my faith that will give me cover

I am building a shelter for a rainy day

And when the deluge makes me numb

I will not complain

Because my hope will act as a shield

I am building a shelter for a rainy day

For when the torrent pours

I will not make excuses

Since my confidence and dependence will protect

I am building a shelter for a rainy day

And when the precipitation chills me to the core

I will welcome the adversity

On the grounds that the raindrops strengthen me.

Poems about Jesus.

Each Sunday, I plan on taking a break from devotional-type writing to share an original poem.

WHO IS THIS MAN?

Who is this man?

By such mighty works are done by His hand

Is not He a carpenter

From the Nazareth land?

His teachings astonish

Where did He get such wisdom?

Where did He get these things,

Saying at hand is the kingdom?

There is His mother Mary

And His brothers Simon, Judas, Joses, and James

He has no honor in His hometown

But through the region He has much fame

Is it Elijah?

Is it John the Baptist raised from the dead?

Although many are not certain,

This is what He said,

“Before Abraham was, I am

I am the Bread of Life, the vine

The Good Shepherd, the Light of the World

One who can turn water into wine

Only I can forgive sins

And give my life as ransom for many.”

One like Him there has never been

Then He turned to me

As if all this did not suffice

“But who do you say I am?”

I replied, “There’s no doubt you are the Christ.”

Poems about Jesus.

Each Sunday, I plan on taking a break from devotional-type writing to share an original poem.

AN OLD MAN’S LAMENT

How lonely sits the man

Left and living in distress

Once he owned the whole world

Now nothing does he possess

Emptiness, the only thing that fills

Interchanged periodically with uncleanliness and guilt

He tore down the temple

That the hands of God built

He weeps at night

During the day is groaning

Believing there is no hope,

No reparation or atoning

He finally wails for help

“Lord, Lord, I am so despised!”

His laments are many

In abundance are his cries

He ignored the time of your visitation

Thought he had it all figured out

Instead of your blessing

He received the world’s drought

“Remember me, O Lord, see my disgrace!”

“Please do not forsake me the rest of my days!”

“Restore and renew me O Lord”

“I long to see your face”

“In my pain and sorrow,”

“Can I be ignored?”

“I see you clearly now and shout,”

“Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!”

Poems about Jesus.

Each Sunday, I plan on taking a break from devotional-type writing to share an original poem.

THE OCEAN

The ocean roared

Like a caged tiger

Wave after wave billowed

Rising higher and higher

The vastness of her depth

Was an absolute terror

Further and further the current drew me out

Surely this voyage was in error

I had forgotten who rebukes

The wind and the seas

What little faith I had

As I fell to my knees

There was great calm

In my heart and in the flux

Even the sea obeys Him!

He is Lord; that is the crux.

Poems about Jesus.

Each Sunday, I plan on taking a break from devotional-type writing to share an original poem.

MY ANXIOUS HEART

Anxiety envelops the soul

Distress swathes my spirit

Peace comes few and far between

My heart begins to even fear it

Dread fills my brain

With thoughts of the fretful

My body is so restless

My existence is just dreadful!

BUT GOD!

He made the impossible possible

Turned me into a new creature

I once was an orphan; I became adoptable

I will not be anxious about anything

My requests are now made

Through prayer and supplication

With thanksgiving, I am no longer afraid

The peace of God

Which surpasses all understanding

Guards my heart and mind

In Christ Jesus, His love ever-abounding.

Poems about Jesus.

Each Sunday, I plan on taking a break from devotional-type writing to share an original poem.

CALL 9-1-1, THAT IS, PSALM 91(1)

When you don’t know where to turn

He can be your refuge and fortress

If you will call on His name and trust

For he who dwells in the shelter of God

Will abide in His shadow

His yoke is easy; His burden is light; He is just

He will cover you

And be your Sanctuary

You will not fear

You will be guarded in all your ways

No plague will come near your house

You will be delivered from the fowler’s snare

He knows your name

Seek to let Him alone satisfy you

The peace you experience will be affirmation

For he who dwells in the shelter of God

Will abide in His shadow

He will show you His salvation.

Poems about Jesus.

Each Sunday, I plan on taking a break from devotional-type writing to share an original poem.

Happy Mother’s Day! Much love especially to my Mom, my bride Sarah, and my sister Brittni – all such great Moms. I am also thinking fondly of my Grandmother, Jessie Clark, and her children Janice (Dan), Carol, Beth (Stuart), David, Nancy (Rod), Judy (Buck), and Gregg (Lynn), and my many cousins and family. This is the first Mother’s Day without my Grandmother and we miss her much, but are so very thankful for her life, her legacy, and, above all, that she is with Jesus now. It may seem a little strange to post a poem called “Death’s Delusion” on Mother’s Day, but I know there are a lot of people missing their Mothers today (and Mothers missing their children), and I encourage you all in the hope we have in Jesus Christ. Thank the Lord for the gift of Mothers! Hope you all have a great day!

DEATH’S DELUSION

Death believes he has won the war

When we breathe our last breath

His minions celebrate and shout,

“Another has been claimed by Death!”

Through Jesus, Death is not feared

Though he looks like a dragon, he has been tamed

By the Living King in whom I cling

I cry victoriously, “Oh Death, where is your victory?”

“Oh Death, where is your sting?”

Written 2/27/2020, In loving memory of my Grandmother, Jessie Clark (3/17/1922 – 2/26/2020)