Devotional Poems that glorify selfless affection and immense dedication through poetry. Be it God, love or passion, each poem on devotion celebrates a celestial bond that asserts the values of faith, prayer and meditation. Not just restricted to religious devotion, these devotional poems go much deeper into the meaning of the word. Loyalty, surrender, faithfulness, attachment form an inseparable part of devotional poems.
The smoke rises from the house, You know that there is fire & a spouse. When you see the footprints on the sand, Someone has passed you just understand. Fast moving trains,running cars & trams, Make your belief that someone
I thought I knew what was best. I walked away as Jesus was calling instead of granting his request. I closed my eyes and ears to what was taking place. I felt there was no reason for running this race.
I am a Christian, that fell from Grace, Yet I have not, forgot my place. The battles from within, and without, Took me, to a place called doubt. I fell, but not all the way, Straddling the fence, is what
These powerful words from heaven above sounding so strong and so bold These eternal words from God almighty, hidden so deep within my soul These living words of God that prophets long ago recorded on a scroll These words shall
The lightness you feel at the oneness he brings As you melt in his thoughts with all his allure, Nothing could match the pleasantness that rings The lightness one feels, at all things pure. A feeling that no words can
Today is the day. The clouds roll away. You hear thunder and the eastern sky splits. An angel of the Lord has come asunder. The angle places one foot on land and one foot on sea. Then declares that time
What is peace, is peace a myth, from observing the world peace does not exist, unless it’s a mind state, or a frame of mind, the aforementioned means the same as well as man kind, peace is harmony, that’s a
I felt God within me. The wave spread through my mind, There are roses growing, From the fertile inner soils, Wisdom I seek I seem to find, Appearing before me like a transitory gift I need only extend my hand,
Must bow before Omnicient There had been no dearth of grace in Must start schemes of things with His name synonym of kindness The Creator of all substance The Essence of Charm around Latent but exposed Beautiful to the best
When I am stranded, Life’s road seems long, I look for Jesus, my helper He provides friends to encourage, And pray for me, My Saviour helps me giving me Grace to endure And His word to sustain me, Thank you,
Watching March flowers open, I feel the Lord’s breath on my face Walking through forest timber, I feel His power and grace When sailing across oceans, His fury I can’t tame He then heals all my moments, of worry and
In this endless route called life Where ‘m walking day or night Every moment – every sigh My wanderer soul, asks how and why Where is that place, where I could find thy? I searched for him in temples and
Your presence – dear God – it’s intoxicating. It interrupts my daily thought process. It leaves me in a never ending, head scrambling, mental chaos. I can’t remember right from left. Or distinguish the difference between white and black. And
In autumn water becomes fire created from the endless love of stars, and feelings fall like old leaves navigated by the nap of lake. When world gets drunk from every sunset… I know!You will come…where? I know!You will be everywhere!
Last night the harbourer tracked the stag to his resting place, and at sunrise made a close inspection of the perimeter of the wood, to ensure he had not escaped. When the Master heard this, and was satisfied, he ordered
There is this smile again, The curve I never thought I would gain. This feeling of being thrown off a cliff, Worth taking the risk. There is this pain again, Trying to make you happy but in vain. This feeling
It’s just a small leap, Then for eternity I can sleep. It’s the first step that matters Rest will be taken care of by the heights. Have stood on mountain tops, Have sat on the parapets, Rubbed Shoulders with the
Love is all that she has And giving it is her passion. So beautiful, adorable and serene Are her thoughts And just so are her actions. With courage she walks And with strength she fights, Not to hurt, not for
Sought by lasting connections, Throughout many directions, An ideal still remains, To us virtues accompany our name. Well though suffering on, In physical motions beyond, Every iota of faith, Around the same time every day. There just past valleys of
I am a freak sitting by a creek, listening to the meek plan a revolt. We are weak, we will sink, and we will drink what we are told. Peel back illusion, reel in confusion, do not accept manipulated intrusion.
Watching as half my existence has passed And all that is left are memories, that on my brain have been cast The rest of my age will find strength in autumn and winter remembrance As I wander through the freshness
As the darkness descends, We find, Ourselves failing. Reminiscence Always reminds Of days , Long gone, Of cataclysms, Barely survived. This tale of Our doom Swears, We never relinquished, Yet this conte Foretells the promises, Of woes Yet unseen. These
My heart beats, thirsting for your love; A sweet song of joy echoed from above To fill my soft-corner with pure delight; Listening to your love verse in the night We walk together in the candlelight; Let me embrace you
Seeking you, We endure, These daily trials, Brutal and unforgiving. We pursue you, In our thoughts, In our prayers, We ask for you. As these ordeals, Better us, We descend, Coveting you. There was never Any hope Nor salvation. There
Darkness abound, Chaos blatant, So rejoices death. Dying angels, Smarting spirits, In this cacophony Of silent extirpation, My demons seek strife, Perveyors of demises, Deathly devils, Are fulfilled. In this annihilation Of aspirations, Revels my soul, Finding bliss, In this
What is God? What is a god? It’s all relative. It is all semantics really. To those who wandered this globe fifty thousand years ago we’d be gods. Would those who live fifty thousand years from now be looked on
Did man just hear the echo Of the Universe’s start? When something out of nothing Oscillated from a Heart? When Life, vast and unfathomable Occurred when it was not And Space and Time immeasurable Commenced its divine plot So that,