10 Best God’s Mercy Poems

God’s mercy is always with us, it is different that we are in a hurry and get disappointed. Have faith in God’s mercy and love. He always makes things better. We have no power to understand it. Here are collected best God’s mercy poems that remind us of His love.

The Mercy Of The Lord

Poet: F. W. Faber

There’s a wideness in God’s mercy,
Like the wideness of the sea;
There’s a kindness in His justice,
Which is more than liberty.

There is no place where earth’s sorrows
Are more felt than up in Heaven;
There is no place where earth’s failings
Have such kindly judgment given.

There is welcome for the sinner,
And more graces for the good;
There is mercy with the Savior;
There is healing in His blood.

There is grace enough for thousands
Of new worlds as great as this;
There is room for fresh creations
In that upper home of bliss.

For the love of God is broader
Than the measure of our mind;
And the heart of the Eternal
Is most wonderfully kind.

There is plentiful redemption
In the blood that has been shed;
There is joy for all the members
In the sorrows of the Head.

’Tis not all we owe to Jesus;
It is something more than all;
Greater good because of evil,
Larger mercy through the fall.

If our love were but more simple,
We should take Him at His word;
And our lives would be all sunshine
In the sweetness of our Lord.

Souls of men! why will ye scatter
Like a crowd of frightened sheep?
Foolish hearts! why will ye wander
From a love so true and deep?

It is God: His love looks mighty,
But is mightier than it seems;
’Tis our Father: and His fondness
Goes far out beyond our dreams.

But we make His love too narrow
By false limits of our own;
And we magnify His strictness
With a zeal He will not own.

Was there ever kinder shepherd
Half so gentle, half so sweet,
As the Savior who would have us
Come and gather at His feet?


God’s Good Mercy

God's Mercy Poem


Poet: Mary C. Ryan

How oft upon a wound that smarts.
We’d pour the oil of charity,
If we the depths of all men’s hearts
Could only see.

And sympathetic tears would fall,
For erring souls in guilt and woe,
If we the temptations of all
Did only know.

The crimes and sins of a dark life,
Even less heinous would appear,
If we the wails of its fierce strife
Could only hear.

And follies, faults of fellow-men,
Gladly from slander we’d conceal,
If we their pride, anguish, and pain
Could only feel.

So the pure springs of charity,
For God’s lost sheep would ever flow,
If we heart trials, wrongs could see,
From depths of woe.

Some day before the great white throne,
When our lost soul for mercy pleads,
Trembling we will approach alone
With worthless deeds,

And hope,’ though vile, defiled by sin,
To be made pure with Jesus’ blood.
So look to self. Judge not frail men.
Leave all with God.

For He, who knows secrets of all,
Cleanseth the vilest wretch from sins,
E’en while the penitent’s tears fall,
Mercy begins.


Let Us With A Gladsome Mind

Poet – John Milton

Let us, with a gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for He is kind:
For His mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

He with all-commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light;
For His mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

All things living He doth feed,
His full hand supplies their need:
For His mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

His chosen race did bless
In the wasteful wilderness:
For His mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

He hath, with a piteous eye,
Looked upon our misery:
For His mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Let us, then, with a gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for He is kind:
For His mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.


God Cares

Poet: Greta Zwaan, © 1981

For many years you walked alone upon this weary road,
And God saw fit to share with you the burden of your load.
He did not leave you stranded to fight it on your own,
But gently claimed your soul one day and seeds of faith were sown.

God’s mercy and compassion are greater than we know,
And e’re He gives us burdens, His love He will bestow.
He set aside a time for you to lean upon His breast,
In tenderness He watches as you journey through this test.

Dear friend, you’re not forgotten, you’re precious in His sight,
The battle for survival alone you do not fight.
God’s method of refining takes many shapes and forms,
But a multi-colored rainbow usually follows storms.

Take courage and be faithful, rejoicing in your soul,
Your body may be weakened but your spirit is made whole.


Come Nearer Jesus

Poet: Faber

There’s a wideness in God’s mercy,
Like the wideness of the sea,
There’s a kindness in His justice
Which is more than liberty.

There’s no place where earthly sorrows
Are more felt than up in Heaven;
There’s no place where earthly failings
Have such kindly judgment given.

For the love of God is broader
Than the measure of man’s mind;
And the heart of the Eternal
Is most wonderfully kind.

If our love were but more simple
We should take Him at His word;
And our lives would be all sunshine
In the sweetness of our Lord.


The Peoples Prayer

Poet: Unknown

Up to the merciful Father
The prayers rise day and night,
Away through the mist and darkness.
Away on the wings of light;
And none that was really earnest
Ever has lost its way,
And none that asked for a blessing
Ever was answered nay.

But why will the Father hearken?
If we cast away our sin
And knock at the gate of mercy,
He graciously lets us in.
Ah! why, but because He loves us
With measureless, mighty love?
For as dear are His earth-bound children
As the safer ones above.

And so let none of the people
Ever neglect to pray,
For prayer can bring some sunshine
Into the darkest day;
And patience and strength and courage,
And power to work or to bear,
And peace and wonderful gladness,
Are the answers unto prayer.


How To Treat A Beggar

Poet: Greta Zwaan, © 2006

If you are a king, you’re welcome at His throne;
If you are a pauper God says, “Come.”
There are no restrictions, no dress codes or degrees;
It doesn’t really matter where you’re from.

Man is quite selective and has a certain code;
Outcasts and beggars, we reject.
We have set the standards that we must uphold;
That is what our closest friends expect.

If there is a beggar standing at your door,
Pay him off and hurry, move him on.
Don’t get too involved by his sad appeal,
Give him food and tell him to be gone.

Think of your position; what will neighbours say?
Don’t even let him soil your welcome mat.
Beggars take advantage of your lovely home;
But you know it’s really not like that.

You can be quite generous, give charity your funds,
You can write a cheque to those in need.
But personally? be careful, don’t let your heart be swayed;
For all you know this begging comes from greed.

Yet God demands an answer, “Just who made you a judge?
I have allowed his poverty.
I have let him suffer, then brought him to your door,
For you have the means to set him free.

Accumulated riches that you’ve amassed at will –
Aren’t you aware that they are really mine?
They’re not your possessions as you’d like to think;
All of this is done by my design.

Were it my desire, I could set him free,
Then put you in the place that he is now.
But I have compassion; I’m giving you this chance,
It’s up to you, whatever you allow.

I will not demand that you bow to my request;
I won’t insist that you should treat him well.
But one day you will answer for the deeds you did today;
I just request, but I will not compel.

If you can see My mercy that I have made you rich;
Use the things you have for those in pain.
You stand to lose nothing by sharing of your wealth,
When you give it, count it for your gain.”


Josiah’s Example

Poet: Greta Zwaan, © 1999

The wickedness and sin that caused the blood to flow,
brought wrath and anger from the lips of God.
The promises He made had all been cast aside
by heathen worship that the people wrought.

These people bore His name, were guided by His light,
yet constantly they walked the road of sin.
They heeded not His laws, rejected holy ways,
and blatantly let Satan enter in.

God’s patience did endure and mercy did abound,
yet never did repentance show its face.
The final line was drawn, the depth of sin too deep,
and God no longer handed out His grace.

The punishment announced, the years of sin were tolled,
and no one could reverse the judgment call.
The wickedness of the king that drew the people down
had finally come and reached them, one and all.

Josiah came to rule, a lad of eight years old,
who recognized that God should be obeyed.
He broke the altars down, and set the groves aflame,
and brought to justice leaders that had strayed.

He cleaned the house of God, and found the Books of Law;
commandments that were meant to guide man’s way.
So day by day he worked until the way was cleared,
and folks would seek God’s face; they’d come to pray.

But God could not reverse the judgement He’d proclaimed,
the punishment for sin was bound to come.
Josiah’s life was good, and God declared it so,
but those who sinned must pay the final sum.

God did defer the time until Josiah’s death
because he served the Lord with heart and soul.
But when his life was o’er, God’s wrath was set at large,
to punish, to destroy and bring control.

Will mankind ever learn that God is quite sincere?
That what He’s written will all come about?
It seems that sin abounds, that folks are nonchalant,
but God still has control, there is no doubt.

If we cannot discern the deepest will of God,
that man was made to glorify His name,
We need to read The Word, to listen to His voice,
and like Josiah, all God’s laws proclaim.


The Backslider

Poet: C. W. Naylor

Once I was happy; salvation was mine;
Heaven seemed round me with glory divine;
Deep in my soul was a fountain of joy,
Pure and unfailing and free from alloy:
But I have broken my promise to God,
And in my sin o’er his mercy I trod;
I have been captured in Satan’s dark snare,
Led to the brink of eternal despair.

I can no longer this great burden bear
When I remember sweet moments of prayer,
When the dear Savior seemed ever so near,
Whispering softly: “There’s nothing to fear;
Only keep trusting; I’ll never forsake.
Only obey, then no harm shall o’ertake.”
But I have wandered so far from the light;
I am an outcast and roaming tonight.

Pleasure allured me and whispered: “You’ll find
Joys that are greater and friends far more kind;
If you but follow me where I will lead,
You shall have pleasure and solace indeed.”
But when I followed she led me astray
Far from the light of that glorious day
Where Jesus’ presence had filled me with light:
All, all is darkness and misery tonight.

Since from the Savior I wandered away,
I have no pleasure by night or by day;
Thoughts of the future so fill me with dread
Even in laughter my spirit is sad.
There is a weight that is crushing my soul;
Over me ever the dark billows roll
Waves of such darkness that shut out the light
Oh, I am wretched, so wretched tonight!

Lord, in my misery to thee I will turn;
My weak petition from thee do not spurn;
Take this great burden of guilt all away,
That is so heavy by night and by day;
Give in my soul the sweet peace as of yore,
When all my sorrows and griefs Jesus bore,
When he did save me from sin’s awful blight;
Restore me again to thy favor tonight.

Lord, I have sinned; in thy mercy forgive;
Save me. oh, save me; by thy grace let me live.
I will this moment forsake every sin,
Turn from the follies in which I have been;
Wilt thou receive me, O Lord, in my need?
Nothing of self, but thy mercy, I plead.
Hearken, I pray, to the words of my prayer;
Save ere I sink to the depths of despair.


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