Bible inspiration and Christian poetry by Laura K. Beck. A collection of poems written by Laura K. Beck.
God whispers in my earI miss you my childYou’ve been gone too longCome back for a little while. My shame holds me backI’m not who I need to beI deny the FatherYet He still loves me. When I turn aroundHe’s still thereWith arms wide openReady to care I fold my handsTry to find the wordsTo …
I hunger for food as I am only humanmake me hunger for you instead.The bread of life isn’t made from wheatit is your Word, our truth, our nourishment. It’s called a fast, but it is anything butit seems to draw minutes into hours, hours into days.Let me see this extra time as an opportunityto seek …
Routine is a dirty word for someone like me. It’s a wonder I get anything done with a schedule so free. Routine-free may seem glorious when locked down by to-dos, but I assure you it’s a prison a game I’m sure to lose. Routine is “recommended” by those whose lives run on quarter time those …
This path, I didn’t choose it. It chose me. Like a scrawny school kid picked last in P.E., my name was called. God picked me up from below the depths and said “you’re up!” I wasn’t ready, not the least bit prepared but those He calls never are. He doesn’t expect perfection. That’s good because …
We all have pain.We all have sorrow.Is mine as great as yours?Is yours as great as His?We walk through this world with anger.We shouldn’t be treated this way.Will our anger make things better?Will it make things change?Jesus died that we might have lifeAnd have it to the full.Yet we treat our lives as oursAnd we …
Possibility is measured not by lines on a page but by ideas in the brain. Each coming to light in its own time, waiting for an opportunity to make an entrance. At times ideas trip over each other, fighting to be first. Other times, they are as elusive as a bear hiding in his den …
Slow is the sun rising on a January day. It comes only briefly as if to say, “go back to bed, take a rest. Then retreats back below the horizon to take a rest of its own. But, while it’s here, alights on trees, the snow and sky. Transforming surfaces into glittery reflections and thin …
Doubt.It creeps in if you give it the slightest bit of room.I was there.Doubting what I wrote, doubting what it meant.It’s “too dark.”That’s what my doubt told me. “No one will read it.”It had me shook.Afraid I wasn’t relevant, afraid I wasn’t enough.Then God stepped in.He reminded me I am unique, wonderfully made.I am different.It’s …
I have looked and not seen your facein my neighbor and a stranger. I have walked toward youbut turned away, instead toward danger. My footsteps fail every timeI try to follow your path. The journey only gets harderif I don’t admit you’re all I have. When will I acknowledge the blinding truththat you came for …
Miles on foot, for what?A baby…just a baby? The shepherds didn’t knowI’m sure it sounded crazy. But what do you dowhen you hear the angels sing? How do you ignorean experience so big? They didn’t ignorethey just said “yes.” I will go to Bethlehemand worship with the rest. What will you dowhen you hear the …