by Christina Joy Hommes | Christian Poetry, Gospel Poems
The day we sinned against Him
And broke God’s law and heart,
He made a lasting promise
To save us from the start.
His love is so abundant,
His grace so deep and wide,
He promised us a Savior
The day we fell and died.
As God pronounced sin’s curses
He spoke a blessing too
Which shows His loving purpose
To rescue me and you.
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by Christina Joy Hommes | Christian Poetry, Praising the Lord, Thanksgiving Poems
Each day I have new reasons
To praise and thank the Lord
For all His grace and goodness
With faithfulness outpoured.
He loads me down with blessings,
Pursues me with His love,
And follows me with mercy
That leads me home above.
He sends the rain and sunshine,
Good food and clothing, too,
Provides from such abundance
That every day it’s new.
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by Christina Joy Hommes | Christian Poetry, Poems to Pray, Thanksgiving Poems
Lord, help me remember
The things that You’ve done:
The blessings You’ve sent me,
The battles You’ve won,
Each needed provision
That shows how You care,
The guidance You’ve sent me,
The answers to prayer.
Lord, help me be grateful
For all that You’ve done
And mindful to offer
Real thanks for each one,
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by Christina Joy Hommes | Christian Poetry, Poems for the Christian Life
When Pharoah’s heart was hardened
Against the Lord’s command,
He made the labor harder
Of those who built his land.
He told the weary Hebrews
That they must gather straw;
“Go find your own,” he told them
And made his hatred law.
Unlike the wicked Pharoah,
God gives His children tasks
And then provides materials
For anything He asks.
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by Christina Joy Hommes | Poems about Eternity, Christian Poetry
I only see a little way
Beyond the veil of tears
To where my Savior waits for me
Beyond these fleeting years.
But what it see is quite enough –
It makes me long to go
To where my Lord has made a home
Where joys forever flow.
The brightest things and loveliest
That grace this world today
Are but a glimpse of better things
That wait beyond the way.
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by Christina Joy Hommes | Christian Poetry, Poems for Trials
Down in that jail at Philippi
As midnight came around,
Two men were lying in the dark
By chains securely bound.
Their bleeding wounds and aching bones
Were keeping them awake,
But no amount of pain and wrong
Could make their spirits break.
Those bars and chains had seen a lot,
But what they heard that night
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