by Christina Joy Hommes | Christian Poetry, Praising the Lord
The earth declares your glory From morning through the night, You give the dawn its beauty And lend the sun its light. Your power and your goodness Are always on display In regal mountain grandeur And when the sparrows play. The seed time and the harvest, Spring rains...
by Christina Joy Hommes | Christian Poetry, Poems to Pray, Praising the Lord
For Blessings So Abundant For grace that’s all sufficient For mercy ever new For love that’s everlasting I lift my heart to You For truth that never changes For peace that reigns within For guidance from Your Spirit For pardon for my sin For blessings so...
by Christina Joy Hommes | Praising the Lord, Christian Poetry, Poems to Pray
I Love You, Lord Lord Jesus, You have loved me As no one else could do – You came and died to save me And make me one with You. You daily guide and help me, You strengthen me with grace, You send such loving blessings That show Your smiling face. Now I can’t...
by Christina Joy Hommes | Christian Poetry, Praising the Lord
Morning The sun begins its daily sweep Across the sky above Revealing in its constancy The nature of Your love The birds awake and start to fill The morning with Your praise Revealing in their happy notes The kindness of Your ways The little creatures start their...
by Christina Joy Hommes | Christian Poetry, Christmas Poems, Easter Poems for Resurrection Day, Good Friday Poems About the Cross, Poems for Holidays, Praising the Lord
Wonder of Wonders Wonder of wonders our God becomes man, So humble and lowly fulfilling God’s plan. Despising the glory and leaving His place, He comes to redeem us in marvelous grace. Wonder of wonders He comes here to earth, The son of a virgin, a peasant by...
by Christina Joy Hommes | Good Friday Poems About the Cross, Christian Poetry, Poems for Holidays, Praising the Lord
He Bore It All My Savior bore that cup of wrath Poured out on Him alone, With none to share the awful load That no one else had known. He bore God’s wrath against my sin With all of my disgrace, And died the death that I had earned As justice purchased grace. He bore...
