A collection of uplifting poems about the Bible. We hope these poems encourage you to pick up your Bible and read it. The Bible is a number of different books written over a period of hundreds of years.
Many people throughout history have tried to
destroy this book, however, the Bible continues to change the lives of millions of people. The Bible has been on the #1 bestseller list for so many years they have actually removed it from the bestseller list, as year over
year, it is the number 1 book sold.
Many times when reading the Bible people do not understand it. It is important to understand the culture at the time before you can understand what is happening. There are many excellent study Bibles available today that
can help you understand what you are reading. Remember the Bible was written over a thousand years ago so understanding the culture and the issues of the time will help you see the message more clearly.
And most importantly the Bible is the Word of God. The creator of the universe inspiring people to create the book. It is one that you should read and discuss with others. We hope these poems may inspire you to pick up your Bible today.
The Bible is not to be read once,
twice, or thrice through,
and then laid aside,
but to be read in small portions of
one or two chapters, every day;
and never to be intermitted,
unless by some overruling necessity.
In whatever light we regard the Bible,
whether with reference to revelation,
to history, or to morality,
it is our invaluable and inexhaustible
mine of knowledge and virtue.
Oh, how we pine for truth! for something more
Than husks of learning! How did ancient Greece
Hang on the virtuous lips of Socrates,
Turning from words more sounding to adore
The wisdom that sent souls to their own store
For knowledge. So let us our hearts release!
'Tis time the jargon of the schools should cease, —
Errors that rot Theology’s deep core,
Lying at the base of things. Down, down must fall
The glittering edifice, cemented much
With blood, but baseless. At Truth’s simple touch
All the vain fabric will be shattered, — all!
But not the Bible! Nature there is stored,
And God! Eternal is the Saviour’s Word!
Back To The Blessed Old Bible
Poet: D. O. Teasley
Back to the blessed old Bible;
Back to the city of God;
Back to the oneness of heaven;
Back where the faithful have trod;
Back from the land of confusion,
Passing the wrecks and the creeds;
Back to the light of the morning:
Jesus our captain leads.
Back to the blessed old Bible,
Saints of Jehovah, rejoice;
Jesus is calling his people
Back to the land of their choice.
Often our fathers have sought it
"While we in Babel abode;
Now we have found the fair city -
Church of the living God.
Back to the blessed old Bible,
Leaving confusion and strife;
Fleeing from Babel to Zion,
Back to the joy of our life.
Over the mountains we wandered.
Looking in vain for the right;
Now in the evening we've found it -
Truth of the Gospel light.
Back to the blessed old Bible;
Back at the Master's call;
Back to the words of our Savior,
Loving, obeying them all;
Never in sects to be scattered,
Never again to do wrong:
Unity, holiness, heaven,
Ever shall be our song.
Though the cover is worn,
And the pages are torn,
And though places bear traces of tears;
Yet more precious than gold
Is the Book, worn and old,
That can shatter and scatter my fears.
This old Book is my guide;
'Tis a friend by my side;
It will lighten and brighten my way;
And each promise I find
Soothes and gladdens my mind
As I read it and heed it today.
To this Book I will cling,
Of its worth I will sing,
Though great losses and crosses be mine
For I can not despair,
Though surrounded by care,
While possessing this blessing Divine.
How Readest Thou?
It is one thing to read the Bible through,
Another thing to read to learn and do;
It is one thing to read it with delight,
And quite another thing to read it right.
Some read it with design to learn to read,
But to the subject pay but little heed;
Some read it as their duty once a week,
But no instruction from the Bible seek;
While others read it with but little care,
With no regard to how they read, or where.
Some read it as a history to know
How people lived three thousand years ago;
Some read to bring themselves into repute
By showing others how they can dispute;
While others read because their neighbors do,
To see how long 'twill take to read it through.
Some read it for the wonders that are there -
How David killed a lion and a bear;
While others read it with uncommon care,
But all to find some contradiction there.
Some read as though it did not speak to them,
But to the people at Jerusalem;
One reads it as a book of mysteries,
And won't believe the very thing he sees;
One reads with father's specs upon his head,
And sees the thing just as his father did;
Another reads through Campbell or through Scott,
And thinks it means exactly what they thought.
Some read to wrangle for their creed,
Hence understand but little what they read;
For every doctrine in the Book they bend
To make it suit that all-important end.
Some people read, as I have often thought,
To teach the Book instead of being taught;
And some there are who read it out of spite.
I fear there are but few who read it right.
So many people in these latter days
Have read the Bible in so many ways
That few can tell which system is the best,
For every party contradicts the rest.
But read it prayerfully, and you will see,
Though men do contradict, God's words agree;
For what the early Bible prophets wrote,
We find that Christ and his apostles quote.
So, trust no creed that trembles or offends
At any word the blessed Bible sends.
In Genesis the world was made;
In Exodus the march is told;
Leviticus contains the law;
In Numbers are the tribes enrolled;
In Deuteronomy again
We're urged to keep God's law alone;
And these five works of Moses make
The oldest writings that are known.
Brave Joshua to Canaan leads;
In Judges oft the Jews rebel;
We read of David's name in Ruth
And First and Second Samuel;
In First and Second Kings we read
How bad the Hebrew state became;
In First and Second Chronicles
Another history of the same;
In Ezra captive Jews return,
And Nehemiah builds the wall;
Queen Esther saves her race from death
These books "historical" we call.
In Job we read of patient faith;
The Psalms are David's songs of praise
The Proverbs are to make us wise;
Ecclesiastes next portrays
How fleeting earthly pleasures are;
The Song of Solomon is all
About the love of Christ: and these
Five books "devotional" we call.
Isaiah tells of Christ to come,
While Jeremiah tells of woe,
And in his Lamentations mourns
The Holy City's overthrow;
Ezekiel speaks of mysteries
And Daniel foretells kings of old;
Rosea calls men to repent;
In Joel blessings are foretold;
Amos tells of wrath, and Edom
Obadiah's sent to warn;
While Jonah shows that Christ should die,
And Micah where he should be born.
In Nahum, Nineveh is seen;
In Habakkuk, Chaldea's guilt;
In Zephaniah, Judah's sins;
In Haggai, the temple built;
Zechariah speaks of Christ,
And Malachi, of John his sign:
The "prophets" number seventeen,
And all the books are thirty-nine.
Matthew, Mark, and Luke, and John,
Tell what Christ did in every place;
Acts shows what the apostles did,
And Romans how we're saved by grace;
Corinthians instructs the church;
Galatians shows of faith alone;
Ephesians, true love; and in
Philippians God's grace is shown;
Colossians tells us more of Christ,
And Thessalonians of the end;
In Timothy and Titus both
Are rules for pastors to attend;
Philemon Christian friendship shows;
Then Hebrews clearly tells how all
The Jewish law prefigured Christ;
And these Epistles are by Paul.
James shows that faith by works must live,
And Peter urges steadfastness,
While John exhorts to Christian love,
For those who have it God will bless;
Jude shows the end of evil men,
And Revelation tells of heaven:
This ends the whole New Testament,
And all the books are twenty-seven.
Who has this Book and reads it not
Doth God himself despise;
Who reads but understandeth not,
His soul in darkness lies.
Who understands, but savors not,
He finds no rest in trouble;
Who savors but obeyeth not,
He hath his judgment double.
Who reads this Book, who understands,
Doth savor and obey,
His soul shall stand at God's right hand,
In the great judgment-day.
Every day a little knowledge.
One fact in a day.
How small is one fact!
Ten years pass by.
Three thousand six hundred and fifty facts are not a small thing.
Every day a little self-denial.
A thing that is difficult to day will be an easy thing to do
three hundred and sixty days hence,
if each day it shall have been repeated.
What power of self-mastery shall he enjoy who,
looking to God for grace,
seeks every day to practice the grace he prays for.
Every day a little helpfulness.
We live for the good of others,
if our living is in any sense true living.
It is not great deeds of kindness only in which the blessing is found.
In little deeds of "kindness," repeated every day,
we find true happiness.
At home, at school, in the street,
in the neighbor's house, on the playground,
we shall find opportunity every day for usefulness.
Every day a little look into the Bible.
One chapter a day.
What a treasure of Bible knowledge one may acquire in ten years.
Every day a verse committed to memory.
What a volume in twenty-five years!
Poet: Maud Frazer Jackson
What if I say -
"The Bible is God's Holy Word,
Complete, inspired, without a flaw" -
But let its pages stay
Unread from day to day,
And fail to learn therefrom God's law;
What if I go not there to seek
The truth of which I glibly speak,
For guidance on this earthly way, —
Does it matter what I say?
What if I say
That Jesus Christ is Lord divine;
Yet fellow-pilgrims can behold
Naught of the Master's love in me,
No grace of kindly sympathy?
If I am of the Shepherd's fold,
Then shall I know the Shepherd's voice
And gladly make his way my choice.
We are saved by faith, yet faith is one
With life, like daylight and the sun.
Unless they flower in our deeds,
Dead, empty husks are all the creeds.
To call Christ, Lord, but strive not to obey,
Belies the homage that with words I pay.
And should my soul be torn with grief
Upon my shelf I find
A little volume, torn and thumbed,
For comfort just designed.
I take my little Bible down
And read its pages o'er,
And when I part from it I find
I'm stronger than before.
One last thought about the Bible said by James H. Ecob:
"How the Bible fills our hope, even overwhelms our hope, by its exceeding great and precious promises!
Ought we not to bare our souls more continually to the kindling influences of God’s promises?
They never rise nor set, nor are clouded in.
It is our privilege to take into the very fibres of our souls their unbounded warmth and hopefulness."