Poems and Prayer
Wednesday, July 1, 2026
PEACEFUL ROCK
Monday, June 15, 2026
THE FAITHFUL TRAIL
where the ferns are thick and greening,
and the undergrowth goes up and down,
and the trees are sometimes leaning.
Yet on the trail, I’ll follow,
as I pass beneath the basswoods,
as I stroll along the touch-me-nots,
and a patch of tangled dogwoods.
I’ll trust when at the gully,
where the woods are dark and deepest,
and cross the scaly cherry tree,
where the bank is slick and steepest.
At trail’s end, I’ll have rest
in a special, hidden clearing—
on the grass, I’ll watch the passing clouds,
and the veeries I’ll be hearing.
THE FAITHFUL TRAIL
FOR THE JOY: Christian
Poems about
Good Friday and Easter
Why do Christians call
Good Friday Good?
Why is Easter Sunday filled with joy?
For The Joy: Christian Poems about Good Friday and Easter is a collection of
reverent poems and colorful paintings about Christ’s death on the cross and His
resurrection from the dead. Lisa Belknap shares her testimony and reflections,
offering answers to the above questions. Each of the thirty-two poems with accompanying
Bible verses encourage the reader to trust in the love and grace of humanity’s
only redeeming Savior, Jesus Christ, “who for the joy that was set before Him
endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of
the throne of God.” (Hebrews 12:2)
Monday, June 1, 2026
WOODLAND SONG
to sing a lyric melody at opening of day,
and start the winging choir, a-chirping all the way!
Over high, over there, beside the babbling brook,
the drumming of the ruffed grouse, the cooing of the dove,
the tapping of the woodpecker that echoes high above!
“Yahweh God! Yahweh God!”, into the evening night,
hummingbirds and nuthatches turn in from their flight.
And in the final light of day, the robin sings her song.
What joy to hear the woodland birds sing praises all day long!
and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour.
Luke 1:46-47
WOODLAND SONG
The veeries are very glad, here in Veery Glade. And so am I. These deep-forest thrushes have returned to the woods. Their mystical, swirling tones lift my spirit and remind me to call on God in prayer. The robins, also thrushes, are equally vocal here in the woodland realm.
Why do Christians
call Good Friday Good?
Why is Easter Sunday filled with joy?
For The Joy:
Christian Poems about Good Friday and Easter is a collection of reverent
poems and vivid paintings leading up to Christ’s death on the cross, His
crucifixion, and His resurrection from the dead. Lisa
Belknap shares her testimony, offering answers to the above questions through a
variety of poetic forms and colorful paintings. The reader is drawn to meditate
on God’s infallible and inerrant Word. Each of the thirty-two poems with
accompanying Bible verses encourage the reader to trust in the love and grace of
humanity’s only redeeming Savior, Jesus Christ, who for the joy set before Him
endured the cross and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.
Looking unto
Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set
before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the
right hand of the throne of God. Hebrews 12:2
Friday, May 15, 2026
Friday, May 1, 2026
near a slumbering red maple tree,
and He picks up his trumpet of finest, pure gold
to announce the beginning of spring.
He’s early to wake from the long, bitter cold,
and his yellow suit coat is a joy,
which can heal the long, worn-out expressions of old,
and soothe the dark ages of yore.
He stands on a knoll which will carry the tune,
where sun shines a-warm on the dew,
and he plays out a “Toot, Ala Toot-ti-ly Toot!
Wake up, trees and critters, all living things, you!”
His song wakens others and soon there are many
to proclaim the renewal of life.
Their horns call out brightly; the woods, they are waking—
away with worries and strife!
The daffodil smiles in the light of our Lord,
and declares our dependence on Him,
and reminds us of joy only Christ can give,
and life coming only from Him.
be lifted up, you ancient doors,
that the King of glory may come in.
Psalm 24:7
THE DAFFODIL’S TRUMPET
Wednesday, April 15, 2026
VICTORY HILL
I call “Joy!” where the valleys fill.
Jesus is no longer dead!
Will you cry “Savior!” to the meadow’s end?
Will you sing “Friend!” where the willows bend?
Jesus fulfilled what was said!
Come, yell “Freedom!” to the birch trees far.
Holler “Sure hope!” to the furthest star.
Jesus was raised from the dead!
I proclaim “Mercy!” to the babbling brook.
I whistle “Life!” to the woodland nook.
Jesus has done all He said!
Then, I will kneel where the grass is deep,
and give to the Lord my soul to keep.
Jesus is no longer dead!
VICTORY HILL
Bewildered, reeling, as if just hit by a car,
If, by the Spirit, you see what the rich man knows,














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