82 Poems about Faith to Inspire Belief and Convictions

Faith is a concept that has been the subject of much discussion and debate throughout human history.

From ancient philosophers to modern-day experts, poems about faith and the meaning of faith have been explored.

As Martin Luther King Jr. once said, “Faith is taking the first step even when you don’t see the whole staircase.” This quote illustrates the power of faith.

In this article, we will dive deeper into the concept of faith, exploring its various aspects and shedding light on its importance in our lives in the light of faith poems.

Famous Poems about Faith

Some of the most famous faith poem work in literary history have explored this concept of belief. Many notable poets have touched upon this subject and we shall now discover their works.

1. Faith

       by Tessa Sweazy Webb

The raging storms that come and go
Across our daily path
Are but life’s storms of grief and woe
Spilling their bitter wrath;
And all the while
Their shrewd beguile
Is testing out our faith.
Some day
The raging storms that blew
Across my soul, and tore
Asunder all my earthly joys
Shall rage for me
No more.
At evening I shall go to sleep
And waken at the dawn
To find life’s storms, bitter and deep,
A quiet, silver calm
Across my lea
Eternally;
And every heart-ache gone.

2. Trust Lessons

       by William Henry Dawson

Just a tiny, little bird flew down upon the ground,
And with seeming satisfaction swallowed what he found;
Then flew back to the branches of a nearby apple tree,
Seemingly as happy as a little bird could be.
Not a trace of worry could I see upon his face,
Though I knew that he knew not either the time or place:
When or where he’d gather crumbs for his next little meal.
Then I thought I’d give the world if I could only feel
Such simple and abiding trust in my own Father’s care,
As little birds are teaching to men everywhere.
Just a tiny rabbit from his fur-lined burrow crept—
Where through the hours of sunshine he had securely slept—
To nibble leaves from clover, and his thirst to slake,
Then back into his burrow another nap to take.
Not a sign of worry could be seen in act or look:
I know that bunny did not learn that trust from any book.
Then why should I not have that trust in my own Father’s care,
That little rabbits teach to doubting people everywhere?
A father placed his little child upon an open wall,
And said, “Now jump, my little man—papa won’t let you fall:
Jump into papa’s arms my boy—I’ll surely catch you dear
The child leaped to his father’s arms, without a sign of fear.
Why is it when my Father calls to me, I hesitate,
And doubt, and wait, and falter, and talk of unkind fate,
And pray to be excused from all unpleasant work?
Such conduct in a child of mine would brand him as a shirk.
I cannot understand why I don’t trust my Father’s care,
With that sweet trust that’s being taught by children everywhere.

3. Faith

       by Kate Louise Wheeler

Faith is needed every day,—
Faith to work and faith to pray;
Faith to learn and faith to teach,
Faith to practice, faith to preach;
Faith to love and faith to charm,
Faith to quicken, faith to calm;
Faith to bless and faith to chide,
Faith to follow, faith to guide;
Faith to prove and faith to know,
Faith to stay and faith to go;
Faith to urge and faith to keep,
Faith to waken, faith to sleep;
Faith to do and faith to dare,
Faith to bear and faith to share;
Faith to bind and faith to break,
Faith to give and faith to take;
Faith to stand and faith to yield,
Faith to heal, faith to be healed,
Faith to pardon, faith to seek,
Faith to listen, faith to speak;
Faith to wait and faith to try,
Faith to live and faith to die.

4. Let Me Lean Hard

       by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Let me lean hard upon the Eternal Breast:
In all earth’s devious ways, I sought for rest
And found it not. I will be strong, said I,
And lean upon myself. I will not cry
And importune all heaven with my complaint,
But now my strength fails, and I fall, I faint:
Let me lean hard.
Let me lean hard upon the unfailing Arm.
I said I will walk on, I fear no harm,
The spark divine within my soul will show
The upward pathway where my feet should go.
But now the heights to which I most aspire
Are lost in clouds. I stumble and I tire:
Let me lean hard.
Let me lean harder yet. That swerveless force
Which speeds the solar systems on their course
Can take, unfelt, the burden of my woe,
Which bears me to the dust and hurts me so.
I thought my strength enough for any fate,
But lo! I sink beneath my sorrow’s weight:
Let me lean hard.

5. Lead, Kindly Light

       by John Henry Newman

Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
Lead thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home,—
Lead thou me on!
Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene,—one step enough for me.
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou
Shouldst lead me on:
I loved to choose and see my path, but now
Lead thou me on!
I loved the garish days, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.
So long thy power hath blessed me, sure it still
Will lead me on;
O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till
The night is gone;
And with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.

6. Happiness not to Be Found Upon Earth

       by Eliza and Sarah Wolcott

Hours of peace, and tranquil pleasure,
Scarce are found in hearts below;
And the friend we call a treasure,
Falls beneath Death’s cruel blow.
Life, and health, we call a blessing,
Sure it is, if well improv’d;
Yet the thought of sin’s distressing,
Makes one sigh, as all have prov’d.
Yet the gift of life’s a short one,
Health is ever on the wing;
Soon our life is gone, ’tis done,—
Transient life’s a feeble string.
May we tune our harps for heaven,—
Strive to walk the narrow way;
How our Savior’s life was given,
For those sheep who go astray.
Let us highly prize this treasure,
Let us own His holy name;
Let it be our highest pleasure,
To be true followers of the Lamb.

7. Weaving

       by Florence May Alt

My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me;
I may but choose the colors—
He worketh steadily.
Full of the weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride,
Forget he sees the upper,
And I the under side!
I choose my strands all golden,
And watch for woven stars;
I murmur when the pattern
Is set in blurs and mars.
I cannot yet remember
Whose hands the shuttles guide;
And that my stars are shining
Upon the upper side.
I choose my thread all crimson,
And wait for flowers to bloom,
For warp and woof to blossom
Upon that mighty loom.
Full oft I seek them vainly,
And fret for them denied—
Though flowering wreaths and garlands,
May deck the upper side.
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me;
I see the seams, the tangles—
The fair design sees He.
Then let me wait in patience
And blindness; satisfied
To make the pattern lovely
Upon the upper side.

8. The Young Setting Moon

       by Hannah Flagg Gould

The fair, young moon in a silver bow,
Looks back from the bending west,
Like a weary soul, that is glad to go
To the long-sought place of rest.
Her crescent lies in a beaming crown
On the distant hill’s dark head,
Serene as the righteous looking down
On the world, from his dying bed.
Her rays, to our view, grow few and faint.
Her light is at last withdrawn;
And she, like the calmly departing saint,
To her far-off home is gone.
O! what could have made the moon so bright
Till her work for the earth was done?
‘T was the glory drawn from a purer light—
From the face of the radiant sun!
For she on her absent king could look,
Whom the world saw not the while;
Her face from his all its beauty took—
She conveyed to the world his smile.
By him, through night has the moon been led
‘Mid the clouds that crossed the sky,
While she drew her beams o’er the earth to shed,
From the god where she fixed her eye.
And thus does Faith ‘mid her trials, view
In the God to whom she clings
A SUN, whose glories for ever new,
Unfold in his healing wings.
‘T is He, who will guide our course aright
Though grief overcloud the heart;
And it is but faith being lost in sight
When the good from the earth depart!

9. The Death of the Righteous

       by Lydia Sigourney

I look’d upon the righteous man,
And saw his parting breath,
Without a struggle or a sigh
Yield peacefully to Death,
There was no anguish on his brow,
No terror in his eye,
The Spoiler launch’d a fatal dart,
But lost the victory.
I look’d upon the righteous man,
And heard the holy prayer
Which rose above that breathless clay
To soothe the mourner’s care,
And felt how precious was the gift,
He to his dear ones gave,
The stainless memory of the just,
The wealth beyond the grave.
I look’d upon the righteous man,
And all our earthly trust,
Its pleasure—vanity, and pride,
Seem’d lighter than the dust,
Compar’d with his eternal gain,
A home above the sky!—
O grant us, Lord, his life to live,
That we his death may die.

Funny Poems about Faith

While faith is often regarded as a serious subject, some poets have approached it from a more lighthearted perspective. These poems add joy which makes them interesting poems about faith.

1. The Gun and God Combo

       by Duke Beaufort

“The peacemaker” is Glock’s new gun
Its spent rounds are rapture and fun
Yes killing’s a thrill
Since I’m mentally ill
And need to own more than just one

A gun for me is like prozac
The bullets clipped pills in a stack
I’m not paranoid
But have weapons deployed
In case I should have an attack

2. Eternity

       by Ann Rich

I am looking right at you and you don’t even know it.
I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff.
But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff.
Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit.

Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit.
Maybe I’ll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff.
Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff.
Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won’t quit.

Upside down,
Inside or out,
I’ll throw down.
I am the clout.

Don’t mistake my identity,
Either or, it’s your eternity.

3. Smile

       by Amy Rose

Sense of humour, elevating our spirits
Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find
Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life
Light heartedness, laughing at one’s self!
Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life

4. The Unhappy Hostess

       by Ann Foster

Come into my house,
Sit anywhere you like.

No, not at my table,
No, not on my chair.
Come into my house,
Sit anywhere.

I invited you,
I opened up my home.
Oh, I changed my mind,
It is a vaulted tome.
Sit anywhere.

Come into my house,
You really are not welcome.
You are a phantom guest,
And a sadly, unwanted pest,
Yet still…
Sit anywhere.

It is a perfect place,
You should have been more proud,
Just to be invited,
And permitted, in the crowd.
Sit anywhere.

With rules and hidden spaces.
And a common thought out plan,
You do not fit, so do not sit,
“Sit anywhere”.

5. The Dumbest, Smart Man

       by Wandering Butterfly

The dumbest, smart man
Has bent his last bow
Common sense he was lackin’
But, intelligent, no doubt

His I.Q. was genius
Human nature was low
So much still to learn
But, for him, time to go

He tought me mechanics,
Math, history, and how to fight
Now his fighting days are over
He went on wading to the light

So, I have a prayer
Dear God, it is for you
Please look after my Daddy
As I wish I could do

And thank you for the time
Well spent by his side
I will never forget
The way he lived with pride

6. Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

       by Dan Keir

Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.

Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.

7. Never Take Hate Outside

       by Anthony Scandrick

When you’re hurt inside,
And there’s nowhere to hide,
And there’s no one on your side,
And it’s killing your pride,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is chocking,
The heavy words never spoken,
The things that hurt you inside,
When love has died,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is gone,
From being alone,
And it beats a solemn tone,

When you’re cold inside,
It’s only a short ride,
Never take hate outside

8. Tax Time

       by Toquyen Harrell

I am going to write a funny poem
Does God ever say you have to be God?
When are you going to know?
Let me know okay?
Do you know what God does?
He does what you do haha
So watch it
You don’t want to do a bad job, do you?
His reputation is at stake
Forget it – you don’t care about that
You just care about you
Be careful, will ya?
I am gentle and extra sensitive
What am I?
Not a flower!
What are you?
Why do you tax me?
Don’t you know that I’m taxed enough?
Uncle Sam and now you
Lol
Ahh it’s that time
Okay I will make you pay haha

9. I Love You

       by Jaquay Atkins

Often, I have uttered these words to myself
Your feminity has entranced my manhood
My vision is focused on your subject matter
A quick study of a woman’s psychology
I feel you with my mind, and touch you with my eyes
Senses are heightened in your very presence
Soon, I will utter the ultimate words of encouragement
Constant admiration for your hidden strengths
Instant chemistry between us has changed our biology
Soon, I will hold you tight and recite the following;
Baby, I love you

Inspirational Poems about Faith

Faith is an inspirational concept, it makes you move mountains. Faith is something we all need at some point in our lives. These inspiring poems about faith take us on a journey of believing and taking a leap of faith.

1. Faith and Work

       by J. R. Eastwood

This gospel is more true and sweet
Than all beside that men declare;
It is as light and strength and heat
In hearts that waste with dark despair.
We have no time to moan and sigh,
With fears assailed, and filled with grief;
For each and all beneath the sky
One happy way will bring relief.
Work, though the heart should throb with pain
Toil on, and be of better cheer;
Work, with both hands, and with the brain,
Busy and bright, and keen and clear.
The lot of all beneath the sky,
We live by faith, assailed with grief;
We have no time to moan and sigh;
We trust in God, and find relief.

2. Don’t, My Boy, Feel Blue

       by William Henry Dawson

Sometimes one feels as if he’d lost
His last and dearest friend;
And that a bare existence costs
More than one has to spend.
Should such a feeling ever take
Possession, boy, of you,
Strain every nerve its chain to break,
And don’t, my boy, feel blue.
No matter if the cold should drop
Below the thirty line;
Don’t fume, and fret, and scold, but stop
And smile, and say “it’s fine.”
Behind each cloud, however dense,
There is a silver hue;
Then exercise your common sense,
And don’t, my boy, feel blue.
Or if beneath the scorching rays
Of summer’s sun you’re called
To walk, rough shod, plain duty’s ways,
Until footsore and galled,
Go right along with patient tread,
And whate’er else you do,
Keep a right heart and level head,
And don’t, my boy, feel blue.
For every man who does his best,
According to the light
That God has placed within his breast,
Is right—most surely right.
And when that little silent guide
Tells you that what you do
Is right, you may in him confide,
And don’t, my boy, feel blue.
The great highway that skyward leads,
Goes not through vice and crime;
Its steps are just the little deeds
Performed, each hour of time.
Be sure, then, that each act is right,
And each heartbeat is true;
Then you will find each day so bright
‘Twill dissipate the blue.

3. The Path in the Sky

       by Amos Russel Wells

The woods were dark and the night was black,
And only an owl could see the track;
Yet the cheery driver made his way
Through the great pine woods as if it were day.

I asked him, “How do you manage to see?
The road and the forest are one to me.”
“To me as well,” he replied, “and I
Can only drive by the path in the sky.”

I looked above, where the treetops tall
Rose from the road like an ebon wall,
And lo! a beautiful starry lane
Wound as the road wound and made it plain.

And since, when the path of my life is drear
And all is blackness and doubt and fear,
When the horrors of midnight are here below
And I see not a step of the way to go,
Then, ah! then I can look on high,
And walk on earth by the path in the sky.

4. Walking the Path of the Light

       by John F Zurn

So many times, the path seems so long,
And signposts are really just wishes.
When problems appear that turn me around,
The road through the woods is a prison.
Pride like a cloud blocks out the Light
So Truth is a place in the distance.
Patience collapses as fear overwhelms
And life is a cheerless existence.

The moments of happiness fail to return
Like all of my dreams of promotion.
The darkness takes hold as time becomes stale
And thoughts yield to wayward emotions.
With no hope within, I search for some peace
But life in the world is deceiving.
Stuck in the realm of flowers and weeds,
I cannot find love or its meaning.

But now I wait only for God and His love,
So Faith in His word must sustain me.
Sometimes a sign may find me at home,
And God will encourage and bless me.
Perhaps I am walking the path of the Light,
But I can’t perceive the direction.
Feelings and thought are changeable guides,
But God is the road to perfection.

5. ‘Tis Noon

       by Hezekiah Butterworth

I look upon the clock, – ’tis noon;
The hour of day I know full well:
It may be noon of life with me, –
It may be, but I cannot tell.
I cannot see the hand divine
That marks of life’s short day the time.

I would not set the hand of fate
Back on its dial: I draw near
The thousand suns whose golden gates
Before my Saviour’s throne appeal’.
That world I would not dare to claim
Except by faith in Jesus’ name

6. Resignation

       by William Henry Dawson

Swen Kittelson, an honest Swede,
Who owned a Minnesota farm—
A man of thrift but not of greed,
Who never wished his neighbor harm—
Was never known to fume and fret;
And when things got into a plight,
Such as would many a man upset,
Swen smiled and said, “Das ben ol rait,”
No matter if the rain would fall
For a whole week, both day and night,
And weeds shot upward thick and tall,
Swen smiled and said, “Das ben ol rait.”
Or if the sun shone day by day,
Until the corn leaves rolled up tight,
All anyone e’er heard Swen say
Was, “Val, Ay tank das ben ol rait.”
A neighbor one day asked of Swen,
“How can you see things in that light?”
Swen answered, “Val, Ay tank dat ven
God runs dose tings, Hae runs ’em rait.
And ven Hae vants to make it rain,
Or if Hae vants de sun to shine,
Ay tank it’s foolish to complain,
Fer dat’s God’s business and not mine.”
One day Swen fell from scaffold high:
The doctor said, “Can’t live till night.”
Swen smiled and said, “Christine, don’t cry,
If I must die, das ben ol rait,”

7. My Faith Begins

       by Alice Wellington Rollins

My faith begins where your religion ends,
In service to mankind. This single thread
Is given to guide us through the maze of life,
You start at one end, I the other; you.
With eyes fixed only upon God, begin
With lofty faith, and, seeking but to know
And do His will who guides the universe,
You find the slender and mysterious thread
Leads down to earth, with God’s divine command
To help your fellowmen; but this to me
Is something strangely vague, I see alone
The fellowmen, the suffering fellowmen.
Yet, with a cup of water in my hand
For all who thirst, who knows but I one day,
Following faithfully the slender thread.
May reach its other end, and kneel at last
With you in heaven at the feet of God?

Short Poems about Faith

Even in just a few lines, poets can convey profound insights into faith. Short poetries about faith offer impactful meditation, encouraging us to reflect on our beliefs and values.

1. The Potter’s Clay

       by James B. Kenyon

Upon the potter’s flying wheel the clay
Knows not the purpose of its plasmic day;
So we upon this blindly-whirling sphere
Are shaped to ends which do not yet appear.

2. Lost Faith

       by Emily Dickinson

To lose one’s faith surpasses
The loss of an estate,
Because estates can be
Replenished, — faith cannot.
Inherited with life,
Belief but once can be;
Annihilate a single clause,
And Being’s beggary.

3. Created for a Purpose

       by Catherine Pulsifer

Your life has a purpose,
You were created the Almighty Lord above.
He chose you for a special task,
Always showing compassion and love.

God will use us all in His way,
If we just open our heart.
His glory is like the sun’s light,
Always shines from the start.

You have been given special talents,
By God who is so gracious
Whatever happens in life know this –
Have faith you were created for a purpose!

4. Faith

       by William Henry Venable

The spreading circle of the known
That Science strives to bound with laws
Is but a glowing sparkle thrown
From God, the radiant central cause.
His mystery is vaster far
Than knowledge is or e’er can be;
The wheel of Evolution’s car
Rolls onward through eternity.
A stilly voice forever sounds
The lapses of our doubt between;
“Seek not to give Religion bounds,
Nor limit Faith by forces seen,”

5. Encouragement

       by ENS

My fainting soul had well nigh droop’d
When sorrow’s heavy hand was near;
But to the throne of grace I look’d,
And mercy soon dispel’d my fear.
“I’ll never leave thee, nor forsake,”
Came sweetly to my tremb’ling heart;
His word I know He will not break,
He cannot from His oath depart.
Now cheerfully I onward speed,
His promises forbid my fear;
He will supply my every need,
And in distress be ever near.

6. Consider the Lilies

       by Peter Burn

Consider the lilies,
Ye sons of despair;
Consider the lilies,
Ye daughters of care,
And from them instruction receive:
Though fragile and feeble,
Yet, see how they grow,
“They toil not, they spin not,”
Nor care do they know,
But, kept by their Maker, they live.
Consider the lilies!
To them ever give
Attention and study—
They’ll teach you to live,
The secret of peace they will show;
Then, ye from distresses
And cares shall be free,
Like them ye shall flourish,
Though lowly ye be,
Like them, ye in vigour shall grow.

7. I Saw a Gate

       by James Russell Lowell

I saw a gate: a harsh voice spake and said,
“This is the gate of Life;” above was writ,
“Leave hope behind, all ye who enter it;”
Then shrank my heart within itself for dread;
But, softer than the summer rain is shed,
Words dropt upon my soul, and they did say,
“Fear nothing, Faith shall save thee, watch and pray!”
So, without fear I lifted up my head,
And lo! that writing was not, one fair word
Was carven in its stead, and it was “Love.”
Then rained once more those sweet tones from above
With healing on their wings: I humbly heard,
“I am the Life, ask and it shall be given!
I am the way, by me ye enter Heaven!”

8. My Faith Grows Deeper

       by Catherine Pulsifer

O Lord, my faith in You grows deeper;
As I marvel at each miracle of life.
Your divine grace and power so great;
Stronger faith comes as You give and take.

Blessings that come with such appreciation;
Love, joy and peace untold declarations.
Your mighty hand works without fail;
I offer heartfelt praise and worship to avail.

Long Poems about Faith

Some poets have produced long poetries about faith. These poems offer a detailed exploration of faith. So girdle up your horses and be ready to explore them. 

1. What Faith Does

       by B. E. Warren

Faith does not dwell in fancy’s dream
Nor in the gloomy maze;
Faith lives beside the flowing stream
Where victors take their ease.

Faith gropes not in secluded night,
In doubtful regions wild;
“Faith is the victory, lost in sight,”
Sings God’s obedient child.

Faith mounts the hills of trouble here,
And soars above the clouds;
Faith drives away each slavish fear,
And lifts the mourner’s shroud.

Faith sweeps the barricades of wrong,
Bombards them left and right;
Faith is the victor’s conquering song,
Amid the hottest fight.

Faith brings triumphant through the fire,
The soul that will abide;
Faith warms our soul with good desire,
Though we be greatly tried.

Faith plows the tossing sea of life,
And strikes the other shore;
Faith walks amid the raging strife,
Now as in days of yore.

Faith raises valleys, lowers hills,
Faith spans the chasm wide;
Faith makes a way where none is seen,
And crosses o’er the tide.

Faith climbs the peaks and reaches God,
Above the stormy sky;
Faith sees the sunny side of life,
And wings the soul on high.

Faith passes on with steady tread,
Mid coldness, scoffs, and jeers;
Faith takes the pathway Jesus led,
Though thronged with joys or tears.

Faith, like a rock, stands firm and sure,
While things around may change;
Faith “counts those happy who endure,”
Though pilgrims here and strange.

Faith like a pillar stands the test,
While shaky things shall fall;
Faith clings the closer to God’s Word,
For he is all in all.

Faith peers through disappointed hope,
And rests in peaceful trust;
Faith into darkness does not grope;

It conquers, yea, and must.
Faith overcomes the world around,
And quenches fiery darts;
Faith is the shield that will surround

Devoted Christian hearts.
Faith never stumbles, never falls;
Faith never fails or doubts.
Faith builds those unsurmounted walls

Of great salvation; shouts
Eternal victory o’er the foe,
By heaven’s power and grace.
Faith links the soul to God, we know;

Unveils his smiling face.
Faith is the key that opens wide
His treasured store to all;
Faith brings those wanted riches nigh

To those who simply call.
Faith coolly weighs life’s issues great,
And counts the final cost;
Faith glories in its rich estate,

If all on earth were lost.
Faith walks the narrow way alone,
And never does complain;
Faith in Christ’s blood doth now atone

For every sinful stain.
Faith counts the fancied feelings chaff,
Which ebbing tides control;
While it leans on the golden staff
Of Truth, which saves the soul.

2. Confidence

       by Ellen P. Allerton

Is it better never to hope, than to hope in vain?
Is it better never to strive, lest we never attain?
Is it better to cling to the shore and leave untried
Life’s wide, deep sea, for dread of its storm and tide?
Who ventures naught, he surely shall never win;
He naught shall finish, who never doth aught begin;
The sun may shine and the heavens may shed its rain,
But only the sower may harvest his golden grain.
To-morrow, we know, is dark with its misty veil;
The light on the path to-day is but dim and pale;
Blindly we grope our way—but ’tis better so—
What God hath hidden ’tis better we should not know.
Nobler and braver is he who stakes his all,
And takes his loss or gain as the chances may fall,
Than he who folds his hands and idly waits,
Till the shadows gather darkly about his gates.
Shall we turn our ear away from a sweet refrain,
Lest the pleasant song may turn to a diqje of pain?
Shall we close our eyes to the ray in the midnight gloom,
Lest it prove a lure that leads to the door of a tomb?
Is it better never to love, lest love mistake?
The passionate heart may quiver and ache and break—
Yet give us the warm, rich wine, though well we know
That dregs as bitter as death may lie below.
We sigh for the joys that were coming, and never came;
We sit in the dark and weep, with our hearts aflame;
We feel the crush and grind of the silent mill—
Feel the crush and grind, while our lips are still.
What, then! shall we spurn our life as a broken thing?
Shall we fling a curse in the face of Heaven’s King?
Happy is he who keepeth his trust through all;
He may shrink and shiver, and falter, but shall not fall.

3. What the Sparrow Chirps

       by Anonymous

I am only a little sparrow,
A bird of low degree;
My life is of little value,
But the dear Lord cares for me.
He gave me a coat of feathers;
It is very plain, I know,
With never a speck of crimson,
For it was not made for show.
But it keeps me warm in winter,
And it shields me from the rain;
Were it bordered with gold or purple
Perhaps it would make me vain.
By and by, when spring-time comes,
I’ll build myself a nest,
With many a chirp of pleasure,
In the spot I like the best.
And He will give me wisdom
To build it of leaves most brown;
Soft it must be for my birdies,
And so I will line it with down.
I have no barn or storehouse,
I neither sow nor reap;
God gives me a sparrow’s portion,
But never a seed to keep.
If my meal is sometimes scanty,
Close picking makes it sweet;
I have always enough to feed me,
And “life is more than meat.”
I know there are many sparrows—
All over the world we are found—
But our heavenly Father knoweth
When one of us falls to the ground.
Though small, we are never forgotten; Though weak, we are never afraid;
For we know that the dear Lord keepeth The life of the creatures he made.
I fly through the thickest forests,
I light on many a spray;
I have no chart or compass,
But I never lose my way.
And I fold my wings at twilight,
Wherever I happen to be;
For the Father is always watching,
And no harm will come to me.
I am only a little sparrow,
A bird of low degree,
But I know that the Father loves me.
Have you less faith than we?

4. The Cross

       by Hannah Flagg Gould

‘T was night. In silence the tranquil scene
Of earth lay under a sky serene.
The moon in her peerless beauty shone.
She traversed the ether fields alone,
With mildness sending her silver beams
To glitter and play in the lakes and streams;
While over the slumbering world she cast
Her mantle of light, as on she passed
Across the numberless stars, that strewed
Her path in the calm, deep solitude.
But there was one, at this peaceful hour,
Awake to worship the holy power,
Whose wisdom the firm foundations laid
Whereon the heavens and earth were made;
Who willed; and what to a world was wrought,
Arose from the depth of eternal thought;
Who spake, while Chaos the mandate heard—
And order appeared at his mighty word;
Who marked the space for the spheres to roll;
Who breathed—and man was a living soul!
The lady her evening prayer had said,
Had sung her hymn and a tear had shed,
As the sign of her faith she marked and blessed,
Where lightly it lay on her heaving breast;
While, bowed in spirit, she mourned within
That God’s fair image, enslaved by sin,
Had caused the stream from the crimsoned tree,
Where death was conquered, and man made free—
That now he must pass to his native skies
Through the blood of a guiltless sacrifice.
The cross she wore was of oaken wood,
That once in a far-off wild had stood:
‘T was carved from the heart of the forest king,
And hung o’er hers by a silken string.
But what it had seen in the royal oak,
And since it bowed to the woodman’s stroke,
Until to the sacred emblem formed,
And thus by a christian bosom warmed,
She asked; and this did it seem to say,
As on it, sleeping, a moonbeam lay:
‘When called from my mother earth, at first
A fair, young shoot from the acorn burst;
And I was there in the infant tree;
Its vital fluid was feeding me.
And when it arose from the tender germ,
To stand in an oak mature and firm,
Its root struck deep and its head towered high,
While I, still hidden from mortal eye,
Was viewed alone by the radiant One
That kindled the stars and lit the sun.
‘Unseen I’ve listened, and fearless heard
The cry of the savage, of beast and bird.
The heavy tramp of the gloomy bear
Has passed by me to his sunken lair;
The wolf prowled ’round me, the eagle screamed,
And near me the blood of their victims streamed.
I’ve heard the whiz of the Indian’s dart,
The deer’s last bound as it touched his heart,
And the crackling faggots that then have blazed,
But reached me not with the flame they raised.
‘The wounded chieftain has pressed the sod
Beneath me, trusting an unknown God,
That he to a hunting-ground should go,
In the spirit-world, with his shafts and bow;
While death was hastening to dismiss
His blindly wandering soul from this.
And when that warrior-soul had fled,
And under the clods they laid their dead,
Then nature dissolved his mortal part,
To strengthen the oak in its root and heart.
‘The scorching heat and the pinching cold
Have only rendered me strong and bold.
The storms of ages have ’round me beat,
But shook me not from my moveless seat.
The hail has rattled, the torrent poured,
The lightning glared and the thunder roared—
The wind with fury has tried its power
In vain, to ruin my strong high tower;
The sick earth opened, and heaved to free
Her fires, but never neglected me.
‘And Nature her sweetest sounds has made
About me to play, in my calm, green shade.
The tender mother who found her young
Where o’er them the living veil was hung,
Would tell the joy of her downy breast
In song, while hovering ’round her nest.
The spirit that made the oak his care
Has touched his harp with a hand of air,
To whispering leaves, that danced to hear
The notes of their guardian angel near.
‘But Time, who, born with his wings unfurled,
Where new-made matter became a world,
Has never suffered them since to pause,
Decrees, as first of his tyrant laws,
That all they sweep in his powerful range,
Shall take his signet, and yield to change.
And what no element could destroy,
The tree, which the savage beheld with joy,
And left it flourishing high and fair,
The hand of the white man would not spare.
‘He came. The might of his arm he tried.
He smote the oak till it bowed and died.
The stately trunk of its head bereft,
When its limbs were lopped and its sides were cleft,
Was forced away from the sylvan scene,
To strengthen the frame of an ocean queen.
When pierced and probed by the cold, blue steel,
They fastened it over her noble keel,
On every side enclosing it tight
From Heaven’s free air and its cheering light.
‘When far from my own dear forest-ground,
I lay in irons, and firmly bound
To many an aged oak that died
To form that ship in her power and pride,
They gave her the arms of a mighty host,
And called her after Columbia’s boast,
The “constitution”—and I, in part,
Was nerve and strength to her dauntless heart.
But sad indeed were the scenes they then
Prepared for me in the ways of men!
‘An exile, torn from my place of birth,
They now denied me a home on earth,
And hurried me off on the deep, to be
The restless sport of a rolling sea.
But, not the furious waves I crossed,
By winds and waters driven and tossed,
Nor yet the tempest, in all its wrath,
That came to trouble my perilous path,
Was half so terrible, as the strife
Of man with man, and his waste of life.
‘When war strode over the yawning flood,
Displaying his garments drenched in blood,
The withering flash of his fiery eye
He gave as a signal for man to die.
His thundering voice for his victims roared—
And forth from their bosoms the life-streams poured!
A shroud for his banner on high he bore,
With death’s dread countenance traced in gore.
‘He claimed the ship. With his sword unsheathed,
He reapt on the deep, and round her wreathed
The fairest laurels, that spring and grow
Where drop the arms of a conquered foe!
And, dipped in the red and reeking sluice
Of life’s warm current at once let loose,
Her palm he raised in victory high;
And bright was her glory to this world’s eye,
Though weeds and weeping its light revealed,
As it shone afar from the victor’s shield.
‘But Time flew on; and the murdered oak
In many a battle was stricken and broke.
By the mouths of its wounds it craved release
From war and the waves, to the earth and peace.
And what it had sought in its strength, and failed,
It asked in its weakness, and thus prevailed.
From bonds and darkness ‘t was then set free;
And I was cut from its heart to be,
Through joy and sadness, a holy sign
Of the vow, the faith, and the hopes of thine.
‘When war and death shall at length be slain,
For the Prince of peace and life to reign—
When sin, nor sorrow, nor pain, nor night,
Can pass the end of the christian fight—
Where earth’s vain glory is all forgot
Before his brightness, who changeth not,
May the Spirit that hovers about thee here,
To note the cause of thy falling tear,
Attest to thy counting all as loss,
To follow the lamb and bear the cross!’

5. The Sentenced

       by Hannah Flagg Gould

They say the blessed Spring is here,
With all her buds and flowers;
With singing birds and fountains clear,
Soft winds, and sunny hours.
They say the earth looks new and bright,
That o’er the azure sky
The very clouds are fringed with light,
And gaily floating by.
They tell me nature’s full of life,
And man, of hope and joy:
But ah! not so, my widowed wife,
My more than orphan boy!
For, smiling nature cannot give
Such innocence as theirs
To me; nor can she bid me live
In answer to their prayers.
Beyond my dismal prison-bars,
The coy night air steals by;
And but a few pale, trembling stars
Will greet my guilty eye.
Ere thrice the rising morn shall spread
Her mantle o’er the wave,
I shall be numbered with the dead,
And fill a felon’s grave!
To thee, alas! my noble son,
I leave a withered name—
A life, for what thy sire hath done,
Of bitter, blighting shame!
And thou, to whom I gave a love
More pure, and warm, and free,
Than e’er I placed on aught above,
What do I leave to thee?
A bleeding heart, that cannot make
Its throbbing pulses cease:
Thou’lt smell the dungeon in the bloom
Of every vernal flower.
A pall will hang beside the way,
Where’er thy feet may go,
Upon the brightest path to lay
A shade of death and woe.
I leave thee as a tender vine
That felt the tempest rush,
And fell, with fought whereon to twine,
For every foot to crush!
These cutting thoughts, while yet I live,
Will ceaseless anguish bring,
And, in the last, sad moment, give
To death a double sting.
From them, O heaven! I turn to thee,
The sinner’s friend to seek—
If thou hast pard’ning grace for me,
O God! my pardon speak.
Thy spirit in the still, small voice,
O, send with peace to mine;
And let this trembling soul rejoice
In being sealed as thine!
Then, through the world’s dark wilderness
Be thou my widow’s God—
The Father of my fatherless,
When I’m beneath the sod!

6. New-Mown Hay

       by Margaret E. Sangster

Sweet, oh sweet, from the fields to-day
Wafts the breath of the new-mown hay.
Sewing away in a happy dream,
I sit in the porch with my long white seam.
The very silence is like a tune,
Sung to the golden afternoon.
While the house is still, and the meadows lie
Fast asleep ‘neath the radiant sky.
Only at intervals, now and then,
I hear the farmer call to his men.
And the farmer’s voice is dear to me
As ever a mortal voice can be.
You may talk of the love of youth and maid,
Of two in childhood, perhaps, who played
Together by rill and fount and tree,
Till their hearts had grown one heart to be;
You may tell of the loyal faith and life
Of the husband dear and the gentle wife;
But the widowed mother leans closest on
The tender strength of her only son.
Ah! what if that farmer of mine one day
Should seek him a bride, as well he may,
And bring her home! Would I be loath,
Mother and friend, to live for both?
For somehow the scent of the new-mown hay
Carries me back to a far-off day,
When my silver hair was in waves of brown,
When my bashful glances kept looking down,
And swift to my cheek, in a sudden red,
Mounted the blush, at a soft word said.
Truly the days of my youth were sweet,
Ere the path was rough to my toiling feet.
Truly the morning of life was blest,
And yet in sooth is the evening best;
For I’ve learned the lesson that joys must fly,
And the proudest hopes, like flowers, die.
But God abides in his heaven, and he
Will never forget to care for me.
Sweet, oh sweet, is the new-mown hay,
Wafting its breath from the fields to-day.
Sweet is the golden afternoon,
With its silence rhythmic as a tune,
And dear to the soul is the calm content
Of hours in grateful trusting spent.

7. Our Father

       by William C. Gannett

It were a blessed faith to think
That God, the great and good,
Had once enshrined himself in man,
And on his fair earth stood;

Had visited his children here,
And with a brother’s voice,
Hiding his father-tone, had bid
The world in him rejoice;

Had taught us that we need not shun,
With heart or lip, to say,
“Our Father” to the One unseen
Who fills the night and day;

And that our hope man does not die
Is but the shadow far
Of faith too vast to see direct,
So deep in it we are.

A blessed faith! and men by it
The opened heavens have seen,
And known God is who always else
Blind wanderers had been.

And yet if I to win this faith
Must own the common earth
Is bare of its Creator’s form;
That he who gave it birth

Did leave no sign in me that I
Was bom of him, nor spoke
His words of cheer for children now
His silence no more broke, —

Then keep that faith, O God, and give
To me, thy yearning one,
The other, greater bond, to be
Here, now, thy very son!

And dim that little hope, but teach
The one embracing trust.
That what is good God does, and says, –
God’s self says, – “This I must.”

And then I want no other sign;
Reveal thyself no more;
That human semblance orphans me.
Seen, but so long before.

And if to me to live seem good,
Thy goodness conquers mine;
Or should not life, but death, await,
My choice I glad resign.

Sure still that there is higher good.
That life is not my gain,
That what I think is happiness
Thou knowest would be pain.

8. It’s Not about You!

       by Greta Zwaan

Life wasn’t meant to be easy, a time to lay down and rest,
Life’s a process of learning with many a trial and test.
Life’s not a bed of sweet roses or a sunny beach on the shore,
The hurdles we face are many, there’s much that one must endure.

Yet all the while we are traveling God is fully aware,
We’re pilgrims, this place is not permanent, a wee space of time that we share.
But we have a mission, a duty, a call to the lost must go out,
The message of Jesus the Saviour is what our journey’s about.

It’s true, we’ll find much rejection, many will treat us with scorn,
But life was not meant to be easy, at best we might feel quite forlorn.
He knows when you feel like a failure, He knows when your plans don’t succeed,
He feels the pressure you’re facing, He knows where your future will lead.

Take heart, the Master of Glory knows when you’re tattered and torn;
There’s nothing that’s hid from the Saviour, the sins that cause you mourn.
When folks reject what you stand for, the message that falls on deaf ears,
The personal message of Jesus that caused Him the taunts and the jeers.

Try to remember your calling, this whole thing is not about you;
God has requested your service, and to that mission you need to be true.
God’s not concerned about numbers, it’s faithfulness that He desires,
You take the message of Jesus; the Spirit’s the One who inspires.

Leave the results with the Saviour, diligently pray and prod;
Earnestly follow His guidance, and leave the results up to God.

Poems about Faith That Rhyme

The power of rhyme and meter creates a sense of musicality and rhythm, enhancing the impact of their message. These rhyming poems about faith can be particularly memorable to read.

1. A Hymn at Sea

       by Hannah Flagg Gould

O thou, who hast spread out the skies
And measured the depths of the sea,
‘Twixt the heavens and the ocean shall rise,
Our incense of praises to thee!
We know that thy presence is near,
While our bark tosses far from the land;
And we ride o’er the deep without fear;
For, the waters are held in thy hand.
Though not since the morn when the flood
Poured in, this vast cavern to fill,
Has the sea ever motionless stood,
Or the pulse of its bosom been still.
Inscribed on its face, from that hour
Thy name has indelibly shone,
Where man, while he worships thy power,
Can leave not a trace of his own!
Eternity comes in the sound
Of the billows, that never can sleep!
There’s Deity circling us round—
Omnipotence walks o’er the deep!
O Father, our eye is to thee,
As on for the haven we roll;
And faith in our Pilot shall be
An anchor to steady the soul!

2. Lettie and John

       by H. H. Fuson

Lettie and John lived on a mountain side,
On the very edge of time’s slow moving tide.
They often sat by deepest-flowing spring
And viewed the marching centuries in the thing.
They walked out there beneath great-branching trees
And scanned the lofty heavens up thru these.
At night the stars came out in clearest sky,
To shine thru trees, their hopes to glorify.
They tilled the fragrant flowers at their door
And spent their days in living life the more.
They wrought in fields not far from their dear home
And sought less of the world in which to roam.
They reared ten children by the hardest toil
And kept themselves free from the world’s turmoil.
They sang their songs before the cabin fire
And kept their souls clean of base desire.
They lived their lives upon the sloping sod
And surely found, in this true life, their God.

3. Turning Back

       by Amos Russel Wells

When the blossom from the sun
Turns its head away,
Not for it do sunbeams run
Through the shining day.
When the blossom turns again
To the sun’s bright face,
The forgiving sunlight then
Pours its golden grace.
When the round earth turns aside
Into winter’s cold,
How the merry blossoms hide,
How the world grows old!
When the earth again in spring
To the sun returns,
How all heaven’s pardoning
Leaps and laughs and yearns!
So when hearts of human kind
Turn from God away,
Gloom and misery they find
Darkening the day.
But if they will turn again
And their God adore,
As in nature so in men,
All is well once more.

4. The Flying Squirrel

       by Amos Russel Wells

Down the chimney’s treacherous way
A flying squirrel fell one day,
And, terror-stricken, flew around
With scratching sound and bumping sound,
Behind the pictures, chairs, and vases,
In all obscure, protecting places.
And how persistently, with shout,
And flapping cloth and poker stout,
We tried to drive the rascal out

There was the sunny world outside,
And doors and windows open wide,
Yet that poor beastie, foolish-wise,
With quivering breast and frightened eyes,
His little body one wild fear.
He darted there and scuttled here,
But shunned, the silly! o’er and o’er,
The open windows and the door.

Till last a nervous, lucky blow
Worked the poor fool a happy woe,—
Struck him to floor, a furry heap,
And there he lay as if asleep.
We took him up with tender care
And bore him to the outer air;
When suddenly his heady eyes
Snapped open in a glad surprise;
“Too good,” he thought it, “to be true.
But yet I’ll try,” and off he flew!

And so, dear human squirrels,we,
Caught where it is not best to be,
By some mischance or likelier sin,
The same wild blundering course begin.
We rave, we faint, we fly, we fall,
We dash our heads against the wall,
We scramble there, we scurry here.
We palpitate in nameless fear,
In stupid corners still we hide,
And miss the windows, open wide.

Till last, struck down by some stern blow
That seems a climax to our woe,
As there we lie in helplessness,
God’s great, strong hand of tenderness
Closes around us, lifts us high,
And bears us forth beneath the sky,
And leaves us where we ought to be,
Under blue heavens, glad, and free.

5. The Blind Man

       by Hannah Flagg Gould

‘T is darkness, darkness; dreary, starless night;
Nature a blank, and day that shows no sun;
Man, earth and seas and heavens shut out from sight—
Such is thy portion, blind and hapless one!
Hapless! a smile upon thy lip will dwell,
While in thy sunken eye no light appears!
That cold and rayless orb will never tell
If first its film would burst with joy or tears.
Yet light is in thy soul—that fire divine,
That shone on Horeb’s mount, illumines thee:
Thou walk’st in safety, for the Guide is thine,
Whom Israel followed through the parting sea.
Though thou must grope for pillars hands have raised,
Like him who erst Philistia’s thousands slew,
The temple where, by angels, God is praised,
Thy father’s house, is ever kept in view.
Thou know’st how soon these earthly walls must fail;
How frail and vain the things of time and sense;
Thy steady faith looks onward through the veil,
Where life eternal and its joys commence.
Thy head is white—thy foot is at the grave;
And nature’s hasty work is nearly done;
But He will bear thee safe o’er Jordan’s wave,
Whose peace is with thee, blind, but happy one!

6. Until She Died

       by Edgar A. Guest

Until she died we never knew
The beauty of our faith in God.
We’d seen the summer roses nod
And wither as the tempests blew,
Through many a spring we’d lived to see
The buds returning to the tree.
We had not felt the touch of woe;
What cares had come, had lightly flown;
Our burdens we had borne alone—
The need of God we did not know.
It seemed sufficient through the days
To think and act in worldly ways.
And then she closed her eyes in sleep;
She left us for a little while;
No more our lives would know her smile.
And oh, the hurt of it went deep!
It seemed to us that we must fall
Before the anguish of it all.
Our faith, which had not known the test,
Then blossomed with its comfort sweet,
Promised that someday we should meet
And whispered to us: “He knows best.”
And when our bitter tears were dried,
We found our faith was glorified.

7. No Coward Soul Is Mine

       by Emily Brontë

No coward soul is mine
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere
I see Heaven’s glories shine
And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear
O God within my breast
Almighty ever-present Deity
Life, that in me hast rest,
As I Undying Life, have power in Thee
Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain,
Worthless as withered weeds
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main
To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by thy infinity,
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of Immortality.
With wide-embracing love
Thy spirit animates eternal years
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears
Though earth and moon were gone
And suns and universes ceased to be
And Thou wert left alone
Every Existence would exist in thee
There is not room for Death
Nor atom that his might could render void
Since thou art Being and Breath
And what thou art may never be destroyed.

8. To a Waterfowl

       by William Cullen Bryant

Whither ‘midst falling dew,
While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,
Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue
Thy solitary way?
Vainly the fowler’s eye
Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,
As, darkly painted on the crimson sky,
Thy figure floats along.
Seek’st thou the plashy brink
Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide,
Or where the rocky billows rise and sink
On the chafed ocean side?
There is a Power whose care
Teaches thy way along that pathless coast.
The desert and illimitable air,
Lone wandering, but not lost.
All day, thy wings have fanned,
At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere,
Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land
Though the dark night is near.
And soon that toil shall end,
Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest,
And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend,
Soon, o’er thy sheltered nest.
Thou’rt gone; the abyss of heaven
Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart,
Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given,
And shall not soon depart.
He, who, from zone to zone,
Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,
In the long way that I must tread alone,
Will lead my steps aright.

9. Faith, Love, and Patience

       by Anonymous

None loves me, Father, with Thy love,
None else can meet such needs as mine;
O, grant me, as Thou shalt approve.
All that befits a child of Thine!
From every doubt and fear release.
And give me confidence and peace.

Give me a faith shall never fail,
One that shall always work by love;
And then, whatever foes assail,
They shall but higher courage move
More boldly for the truth to strive.
And more by faith in Thee to live:

A heart, that, when my days are glad,
May never from Thy way decline.
And when the sky of life grows sad.
May still submit its will to Thine, –
A heart that loves to trust in Thee,
A patient heart, create in me!

Poems about Faith for Children

Faith can be approached from a variety of perspectives, including those aimed at younger readers, poems about faith for kids use simple language to introduce kids to the concept of belief.

1. Stand in Faith

       by Evangelist Johnnye V. Chandler

Even when you can’t see your way
Stand in faith
Even when you feel like you can’t face another day
Stand in faith
Even when the tears want to flow from your eyes
Stand in faith
Knowing that our God will always provide
Stand in faith
Even when you feel that all hope is gone
Stand in faith
Knowing that He is always there for you to lean on
Stand in faith
Even when you feel like giving up
Stand in faith
Because He is there … saying, “Just look up”
Stand in faith
Even in those times you feel so all alone
Stand in faith
Hold on and be strong, for He is still on the throne
Stand in faith
Even when it’s hard to believe
Stand in faith
Knowing that He can change your situation, suddenly
Stand in faith
Even in those times you feel it’s hard to pray
Stand in faith
And believe that He has already made the way
Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen
So stand in faith
Because you already have the victory!

2. Praying

       by Mary Oliver, Thirst

It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.

3. No Mistakes

       by Lenora McWhorter

When my hopes fade
And my dreams die.
And I find no answer
By asking why.
I just keep on trusting
And hang on to my faith.
Because God is just
He never makes mistakes.
Should the storms come
And trials I must face.
When I find no solution
I rest in God’s grace.
When life seems unfair
And more than I can take.
I look up to the Father
He never makes mistakes.
God sees our struggles
And every bend in the road.
But no mistake is ever made
Cause He weighs every load.

4. A Child’s View of God (A Pure and Simple Faith)

       by Mary Ryan

There is nothing so innocent as a child
With eyes closed and head bowed in prayer
With a pure and simple faith
He gives thanks to the God who created him
Not asking complicated questions
But seeing God in the wonders that abound each day
Knowing Jesus loves him
And that’s enough for now
We all need to be like children
In our hearts
Finding Joy and wonder
In the flowers and the sun of God’s creation
Trusting and believing in Jesus
With a pure and simple faith
Jesus came as a child
With all His innocence and wonder of life
As He grew He still had
The innocence and wonder of God’s creation
He loved us and died for us
So that we could believe in Him
With a pure and simple faith

5. Life’s Daily Doses

       by Lenora McWhorter

Life is measured in daily doses
Of trials and pleasures each.
Day by day grace is dispensed
To meet our immediate needs.
Comfort comes to the weary
We find that which we seek.
A bridge is built at the river
And power is given to the weak.
One day’s load we have to bear
As we travel on life’s way.
Wisdom is given for the occasion
And strength to equal each day.
We are never required to stagger
Under tomorrow’s heavy load.
We journey one day at a time
As we travel life’s rugged road.
God’s mercy is new every morning
And His faithfulness is sure.
God perfects all that concerns us
And by our faith, we will endure.

6. Pied Beauty

       by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Glory be to God for dappled things –
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.

7. Broken Pieces

       by Lenora McWhorter

If you are broken by life trials
and weary from life’s defeats.
If you have been badly battered
and have no joy or peace.
Give God your broken pieces
so He will mold them back in place.
He can make them better than before
with a touch of His sweet grace.
If your dreams have been shattered
after much struggle and pain.
Even if your life seems hopeless
God can restore you again.
God can take broken pieces
and He can make them whole.
It matters not how badly broken
God has the power to restore.
So we are never without hope
no matter the shape we are in.
God can take our fragmented lives
and put them together again.
So if you’re broken beyond measure
and you don’t know what to do.
God specializes in broken things
so His glory can shine through.

8. Come Little Children

       by Eloise A. Skimings

“Come ye little children unto me.
For of such is the kingdom of Heaven;”
Such were the words of our Divine Lord,
Such dear ones the command he has given.

Dear little soldiers of Christ you’ll be,
With wreaths and breast-knots of virginal white,
When ye kneel at the altar God’s glory
Will surround ye, in a halo of light.

Be brave, little ones, and be pure of heart,
For God loveth innocence, such as thine;
Daily ask Him your past sins to forgive,
“Yes,” He will say, “ye are children of mine”

Poems about Faith in Yourself

Faith in oneself is a vital component of personal development. Poets have explored, producing pieces that encourage us to trust in our abilities and have confidence in our decisions.

1. Faith in Yourself

       by Nikita Maske

Believe in yourself
Have a faith in your abilities
A humble but reasonable confidence in your abilities
You cannot successful and happy.
Believe that you are strong
Nothing is impossible
Everything is possible by practice
Demolished your fear
Be a steadfast
Engrossed in your mission
” It is embark and venture”
Do huge and enormous practice…..
Done your work meticulously
Never compromise your goal but adjust steps
You have to ‘go through the roof’
Arise like the sun
Walk with world and time
Live your life with full potential.

2. Believe in Yourself

       by Justin Thyme

Believe in yourself when times are tough.
Believe in yourself when times are rough.
Believe, believe,
because what other choice do you have.

The glass is half empty.
The glass is half full.
You’ll make it or you won’t—
but if you don’t try
then you’ve already failed.

So believe me when I say,
you’ve got to try!
You’ve got to shake things up!
You’ve got to believe
in just the possibility—
you’ve got to believe in yourself!

Some may say,
there is no love in the world,
but if you find love in your own heart,
and if you give that love,
then you’ve shown that untrue.

You can’t control the world,
you can’t even control your feelings,
but the truth is there,
and you have the power—
to be the change you want,
and so I begging you, please believe—
Believe in yourself when times are tough.
Believe in yourself when time are rough.
Please in believe in yourself!

3. The Acorn and the Oak

       by Ella Maxwell Haddox

Within the damp and clinging earth,
Where darkness spans a world unseen,
An acorn dreamed; and, dreaming, saw
Blue skies and forests green.
It dreamed of light, where all was gloom;
It dreamed of strength, where none prevailed
Save that which held the dream, when dark
And threatening powers assailed.
It saw itself an oak, whose crest
From Morn’s first blush a halo caught;
In whose broad boughs the weary birds
At eve a shelter sought.
And as in hopefulness it dreamed.
The unbelieving earth made room;
And, powerless to repress, did haste
To friendliness assume.
Thou, too, dream on, O Soul! and let
Not things which seem thy faith undo;
For All of Life concerns itself
To make thy dream come true.

4. Keep Faith in Yourself

       by Darshita Adhiya

Never challenge others,
Always challenge yourself…

Never expect anything from others,
Always expect everything from yourself..

Never become more dependent on others,
Always depend on yourself…

Never try to follow someone,
Always try to create your own identity..

Never take decisions on other’s view point,
Always listen your own heart ‘s voice..

Never become more sympathetic,
Always try to become much rational..

Never waste your time in criticises others,
Always try to obtain positive points from others…

Never blame situation,
Always try to accept your mistakes..

5. Believe in Yourself

       by Bruce B. Wilmer

Believe in yourself
to the depth of your being.
Nourish the talents
your spirit is freeing.

Know in your heart
when the going gets slow
That your faith in yourself
will continue to grow.

Don’t forfeit ambition
when others may doubt.
It’s your life to live
to live it throughout!

Learn from your errors
don’t dwell in the past.
Never withdraw
from a world that is vast.

Believe in yourself;
to find the best that is you.
Let your spirit prevail
to steer a course that is true.

6. May Your Day Be Enough

       by Darlene Smith

I want to wish you all a day that is enough.
That you have enough sunshine to light your path.
Enough warmth to warm your heart.
Enough kindness to make you smile.
Enough hope to keep you moving forward.
Enough peace to satisfy your mind.
Enough food to fill your belly.
Enough fellowship to provide acceptance.
Enough challenges to make you strong.
Enough dreams to give you goals.
Enough responsibility to give yourself to.
Enough courage to have faith in yourself.
Enough spirituality to give you purpose.
Enough gratitude to make you humble.
In all you do, in all you say, in all you are… may it always be enough.

7. Believe in Yourself

       by Dorothy Hewitt

Always believe in yourself.
Do not limit yourself.
Be kind to yourself
And always believe in all that is good.

You have all the intelligence and ability that you need.
You can attain whatever you are after.
Even though it may not always come the way you believe it should.
Be ready to achieve your dreams.

Believe in yourself when you’re tested beyond your endurance, continue and persist.
Hold on to courage.

Let laughter and encouragement surround you.
The world has much to give;
Always think big,
And keep your hands and heart open
For then you will receive
All of life’s gifts.

8. What You Think: You Are

       by Oliver Liore

I am a winner, a thought to be spoken.
You are a winner, your pride has awoken.
Faith in yourself, your achievements are great
Don’t let doubt become your weight.
Don’t be afraid, let your talent soar high.
Don’t be put down, or you will never fly.
Don’t sell yourself so lowly to others,
For people see value, your friends, sisters and brothers.
You are capable, you must tell yourself now,
Or obstacles will rise and doubt will avow.
Why can’t you see, this talent within?
Why can’t you admit it, you could truly win.
You are intelligent, nothing like a fool,
Don’t believe your lies, that isn’t the rule.
To brand yourself these fettering names,
Your colleagues and friends would believe the claims.
This is why you should not falter,
Negative opinions, you should definitely alter.
For You are a winner and i believe it so.
Now convince everyone else, get out and go.

Poems about Faith and Hope

Faith and hope are intertwined concepts that provide strength. They offer a powerful message of optimism reminding us that even in the darkest of times, there is always light.

1. Hope and Trust

       by Bernhardt Paul Holst

Whoever plants an acorn seed,
With faith that it will fill a need;
Who seeks for potence in the sod,
He lives in hope and trusts in God.
Whoever plows ‘and tills the soil,
And plants the seed with earnest toil;
Who waits on nature to reward,
He lives in hope and trusts in God.
Whoever guides a youthful mind,
That it might power and wisdom find;
Who aims that sin be overawed,
He lives in hope and trusts in God.
Whoever teaches men to know,
That they must reap whate’er they sow,
Who stands for truth, unshorn, unshod,
He lives in hope and trusts in God.
Whoever leads a mighty host,
To save a cause that’s almost lost;
Who pleads for right, ‘gainst every odd,
He lives in hope and trusts in God.
Whoever keeps the faith secure,
Though death may hover at the door;
Who is alert, though others nod,
He lives in hope and trusts in God.

2. Faith

       by Georgia Douglas Johnson

The faint lose faith
When in the tomb their all is laid,
And there returns
No echoing of weal or woe.
The strong hope on,
They see the clods close over head,
The grass grow green,
No word is said,
And yet—
A little world within the world
Are we,
Daily our hearts’ high yearnings fade,
Are buried!
New ones are made,—
Are crucified!
And yet—

3. God’s Love in the Flowers

       by Mary Howitt

God might have made the earth bring forth
Enough for great and small,
The oak-tree and the cedar-tree,
Without a flower at all.

He might have made enough, enough,
For every want of ours.
For luxury, medicine, and toil;
And yet have made no flowers.

The clouds might give abundant rain.
The nightly dews might fall;
And the herb that keepeth life in man
Might yet have drunk them all.

Then wherefore, wherefore, were they made,
And dyed with rainbow light.
All fashioned with supremest grace,
Upspringing day and night, –

Springing in valleys green and low,
And on the mountain high,
And in the silent wilderness.
Where no man passes by?

Our outward life requires them not;
Then wherefore had they birth?
To minister delight to man;
To beautify the earth;

To comfort man; to whisper hope
Whene’er his faith is dim:
For He that careth for the flowers
Will care much more for him.

4. The American Farmer

       by Thomas Cogswell Upham

The thoughtful farmer reads the Sacred Book,
Then, with the wife and children of his heart,
With mind serene, and reverential look,
He humbly kneels, as is the Christian’s part,
And worships Thee, Our Father, Thee, who art
The good man’s hope, the poor man’s only stay;
Who hast a balm for sorrow’s keenest dart,
A smile for those to thee who humbly pray,
Which, like the morning sun, drives every cloud away.
Thou Lord of heaven above and earth below,
Our Maker and our Guide, our hope, our all!
Be thou the farmer’s friend. In want and woe,
Teach him to look to thee, on thee to call;
Nor let his steps in error’s pathway fall.
With him preserve his loved, his native land;
In innocence and honor let her stand;
And centuries yet to come, oh, hold her in thy hand!

5. I Will not Doubt

       by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea
Come drifting home with broken masts and sails;
I will believe the Hand which never fails,
From seeming evil worketh good for me.
And though I weep because those sails are tattered,
Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered,
‘I trust in Thee.’

“I will not doubt, though all my prayers return
Unanswered from the still, white realm above;
I will believe it is an all-wise love
Which has refused these things for which I yearn;
And though at times I cannot keep from grieving.
Yet the pure ardor of my fixed-believing
Undimmed shall burn.

“I will not doubt, though sorrows fall like rain.
And troubles swarm like bees about a hive;
I will believe the heights for which I strive
Are only reached by anguish and by pain;
And though I groan and writhe beneath my crosses,
I shall yet see through my severest losses
The greater gain.

“I will not doubt, well anchored is this faith.
Like some staunch ship, my soul braves every gale;
So strong its courage that it will not quail
To breast the mighty unknown sea of death.
0, may I cry, though body parts with spirit,
‘I do not doubt,’ so listening worlds may hear it.
With my last breath.”

6. Everywhere

       by Raymond Garfield Dandridge

How dare you question Him, or doubt,
With proof conclusive all about?
What basis has your faith and hope
If grave and death conclude your scope?
Do you not see, as here you stand,
The working of His Master Hand?
Behold you not in field and stream
Presence of His power, supreme?
He is a solace to the poor
In purse and spirit; He is more.
An all-wise Counsel to the meek;
A place of refuge for the weak;
His Omnipresence fills the air!
Behold Him, doubter, everywhere!

7. None Other Lamb

       by Christina Rossetti

None other Lamb, none other Name,
None other Hope in heaven or earth or sea,
None other Hiding-place from guilt and shame,
None beside thee.
My faith burns low, my hope burns low;
Only my heart’s desire cries out in me
By the deep thunder of its want and woe,
Cries out to thee.
Lord, thou art Life, tho’ I be dead,
Love’s Fire thou art, however cold I be:
Nor heaven have I, nor place to lay my head,
Nor home, but thee.

Poems about Faith in God

For many people, faith is connected to their beliefs. Poets have explored this aspect of faith in their works that offer unique perspectives on the nature of divinity.

1. God’s Will Is Best

       by Caroline H. Mason

Whichever way the wind doth blow,
Some heart is glad to have it so;
Then blow it east, or blow it west,
The wind that blows, that wind is best.
My little craft sails not alone,—
A thousand fleets, from every zone,
Are out upon a thousand seas,
And what for me were favoring breeze
Might dash another with the shock
Of doom upon some hidden rock.
I leave it to a higher Will
To stay or speed me, trusting still
That all is well, and sure that He
Who launched my bark will sail with me
Through storm and calm, and will not fail,
Whatever breezes may prevail,
To land me, every peril past,
Within His Haven at the last.
Then blow it east, or blow it west,
The wind that blows, that wind is best.

2. God Is True

       by M. G. Plantz

God answers prayer; sometimes
When hearts are weak.
He gives the very gifts believers seek.
But often faith must learn a deeper rest;
And trust God’s silence, when He
Does not speak;
For he whose name is Love
Will send the best;
Stars may burn out nor mountain
Walls endure
But God is true; His promises are sure
To those who seek.

3. George Muller

       by Amos Russel Wells

While others taught a race to thrust and fence
And shaped new nations with their measuring rod,
Thou didst lay hold of heaven’s omnipotence,
O Caesar of the promises of God!
While other hands grew large to grasp and hold
What slipped, and left them like an empty pod,
Thou wert a millionaire of heaven’s gold,
O Croesus of the promises of God!
While others through the maze of seen and heard,
Conjectures, fancies, all unsteady trod,
Thou hadst one lore: that God would keep His word,
O Solon of the promises of God!

4. I Thank Thee God, That I Have Lived

       by Elizabeth Craven

I thank thee God, that I have lived
In this great world and known its many joys:
The songs of birds, the strongest sweet scent of hay,
And cooling breezes in the secret dusk;
The flaming sunsets at the close of day,
Hills and the lovely, heather-covered moors;
Music at night, and the moonlight on the sea,
The beat of waves upon the rocky shore
And wild white spray, flung high in ecstasy;
The faithful eyes of dogs, and treasured books,
The love of Kin and fellowship of friends
And all that makes life dear and beautiful.
I thank Thee too, that there has come to me
A little sorrow and sometimes defeat,
A little heartache and the loneliness
That comes with parting and the words ‘Good-bye’;
Dawn breaking after weary hours of pain,
When I discovered that night’s gloom must yield
And morning light break through to me again.
Because of these and other blessings poured
Unasked upon my wondering head,
Because I know that there is yet to come
An even richer and more glorious life,
And most of all, because Thine only Son
Once sacrificed life’s loveliness for me,
I thank Thee, God, that I have lived.

5. The Eternal Goodness

       by John Greenleaf Whittier

O friends! with whom my feet have trod
The quiet aisles of prayer,
Glad witness to your zeal for God
And love of man I bear.
I trace your lines of argument;
Your logic linked and strong
I weigh as one who dreads dissent,
And fears a doubt as wrong.
But still my human hands are weak
To hold your iron creeds:
Against the words ye bid me speak
My heart within me pleads.
Who fathoms the Eternal Thought?
Who talks of scheme and plan?
The Lord is God! He needeth not
The poor device of man.
I walk with bare, hushed feet the ground
Ye tread with boldness shod;
I dare not fix with mete and bound
The love and power of God.
Ye praise His justice; even such
His pitying love I deem:
Ye seek a king; I fain would touch
The robe that hath no seam.
Ye see the curse which overbroods
A world of pain and loss;
I hear our Lord’s beatitudes
And prayer upon the cross.
More than your schoolmen teach, within
Myself, alas! I know:
Too dark ye cannot paint the sin,
Too small the merit show.
I bow my forehead to the dust,
I veil mine eyes for shame,
And urge, in trembling self-distrust,
A prayer without a claim.
I see the wrong that round me lies,
I feel the guilt within;
I hear, with groan and travail-cries,
The world confess its sin.
Yet, in the maddening maze of things,
And tossed by storm and flood,
To one fixed trust my spirit clings;
I know that God is good!
Not mine to look where cherubim
And seraphs may not see,
But nothing can be good in Him
Which evil is in me.
The wrong that pains my soul below
I dare not throne above,
I know not of His hate, — I know
His goodness and His love.
I dimly guess from blessings known
Of greater out of sight,
And, with the chastened Psalmist, own
His judgments too are right.
I long for household voices gone,
For vanished smiles I long,
But God hath led my dear ones on,
And He can do no wrong.
I know not what the future hath
Of marvel or surprise,
Assured alone that life and death
His mercy underlies.
And if my heart and flesh are weak
To bear an untried pain,
The bruisèd reed He will not break,
But strengthen and sustain.
No offering of my own I have,
Nor works my faith to prove;
I can but give the gifts He gave,
And plead His love for love.
And so beside the Silent Sea
I wait the muffled oar;
No harm from Him can come to me
On ocean or on shore.
I know not where His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care.
O brothers! if my faith is vain,
If hopes like these betray,
Pray for me that my feet may gain
The sure and safer way.
And Thou, O Lord! by whom are seen
Thy creatures as they be,
Forgive me if too close I lean
My human heart on Thee!

6. We Have the Victory

       by Mike Shugart

God’s heavenly chorus
Proclaims before us
That Jesus Christ is Lord!
Forever is He.
Before history,
All things were made by His Word.
From lowest of depths
To highest of heights,
And breadth of land and sea,
The songs are sung
Of the battle He won.
We have the Victory!

7. The Lord He Guideth Me

       by Eloise A. Skimings

O my heart is light
And my songs are bright.
My voice is full of glee.
No dark cloud of care
Mv heart can ensnare –
The Lord He guideth me.

The vesper hell peals,
My heart joyous feels
At its sweet minstrelsy.
While I list, these notes
On the light air floats,
The Lord He guideth me.

Then with lasting love
I will look above
In all humility;
In notes of sweet song
Sing the whole day long.
The Lord He guideth me.

O my heart is light
And ray songs are bright,
My voice is full of glee.
No dark cloud of care
My heart can ensnare.
The Lord He guideth me.

8. Guide Thou My Steps

       by William Henry Dawson

I do not ask to have revealed today
Each step that in tomorrow’s pathway lies;
But ’tis for this, O Lord, I humbly pray:
Guide Thou my steps aright from day to day.
If Thou wilt only let me feel Thy hand
At each new step, while traveling toward the skies,
Firm as a rock, in fiercest storm, I’ll stand;
Guide Thou my steps aright to Heaven’s land.
If through deep Sorrow’s vale I m called to tread,
And darkest clouds from me Thy face doth hide,
Let me remember that my Lord hath said,
“I’ll never leave thee, though all friends have fled.”
If but Thy touch, dear Savior, I may know,
Then Trouble’s sea, how rough, how deep, how wide,
It matters not, can ne’er me overflow;
Guide Thou my steps and I aright shall go.

9. Hymn

       by Eloise A. Skimings

Lord our God, who rules above,
Accept our earthly works of love
And fill our souls with faith to prove Thy Majesty.
Let the Gospel’s seed take root and bloom,
And flowers of faith expel the gloom,
For Christ has risen from the tomb In Majesty.

Let ev’ry tongue Thy praise proclaim,
Let ev’ry knee bow at Thy name,
For Jesus Thou art still the same In Majesty.
The heavens with Thy name shall ring,
And countless angels endless sing.
We’ll live with Thee, our Lord and King, In Majesty.

Final Thoughts

In conclusion, poems about faith can inspire and strengthen our beliefs and convictions, providing hope and comfort in difficult times.

Poetry is a powerful tool for expressing the beauty and complexity of faith. Whether it’s through funny or serious, long or short, rhyming or non-rhyming poems, the power of poetry to connect us to our faith is undeniable.

We hope that this collection of poems on faith has inspired you, and we encourage you to share your own favorite faith poems and thoughts. Let’s continue to inspire each other.