What is faith? Absolute belief in God that He exists and has absolute value over everything. Hebrews 11:1 says: “Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” Belief and trust in God is actually complete success and the essence of faith. Some of the best Poems About Faith in God are given which will further strengthen the faith and trust in God.
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Faith, Love, And Patience
God’s Love In The Flowers
Poet: 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.
God Is True
Walking the Path of the Light
Poet: John F Zurn, © 2020
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.
My Faith Begins
Poet: 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.
Earth’s Dark Day
Poet: Mary C. Plummer
Why look so sad, old earth?
Your clouds are hanging low,
You look as though you’re going to weep.
What has disturbed you so?
Oh, yes I plainly understand,
Your hidden secret I know,
You’re wondering if the selfish folk
Would be pleased with rain or snow.
Now do not ponder quite so deep.
But make your worry less;
Remember that ’tis God above
Who sends down what is best.
It’s Not About You!
Poet: Greta Zwaan, © 2010
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.
Poet: 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.
Poet: Alice Cary
Out of the Heavens come down to me,
O Lord, and hear my earnest prayer:
On life, above the life I see,
Fix Thou my soul, and keep it there.
The richest joys of earth are poor,
The fairest forms are all unfair;
On what is peaceable and pure
Set Thou my heart, and keep it there.
Pride builds her house upon the sand;
Ambition treads the spider’s stair;
On whatsoever things will stand
Set Thou my feet, and keep them there.
The past is vanished in the past;
The future doth a shadow wear;
On whatsoever things are fast
Fix thou mine eyes, and keep them there.
In spite of slander’s tongue, – in spite
Of burdens grievous hard to bear,
To whatsoever things are right
Set Thou my hand, and keep it there.
Life is a little troubled breath,
Love but another name for care;
Lord, anchor Thou my hope and faith
In things eternal, — only there.
Poet: John Grant Newman
You gaze at distant mountains bathed in light;
You’ve seen some lonely tree by frost turned red;
Or rosebush gay, which seemed in winter dead.
You’ve wondered, charmed, at many a mystic sight,
From sunset, to the glow-worm in the night.
You’ve studied insects, and the birds they fed!
This world seemed strangely grand as thought has led
Your soul to see God’s wondrous love or might.
Are you the only creature, then, forgot?
Is your poor life outside the master plot
Of Him whose wisdom planned for all else here?
Nay, nay; God cares; you are His dearest thought;
No matter who you are, or where, or what.
Let faith in Him, then, keep your heart from fear.
I Will Not Doubt
Poet: 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.”
There’s A Way
Poet: Georgia C. Elliott
There’s a way that no fowl knoweth
And no vulture’s eye hath seen;
Over it no lion goeth,
Neither passeth aught unclean.
There’s a way where weary mortals
Find release from sin and strife;
‘Tis a way that’s everlasting,
Blessed way and truth and life.
‘Tis a way that’s straight and narrow,
Where we walk by simple faith,
Even through the midst of trouble
And the shadowy vale of death.
‘Tis a way beside still waters,
Where are found the paths of peace,
Where we rest amid green pastures,
And our sighs and sorrows cease.
There’s a way, and walk ye In It
Meekly, humbly with thy God;
They shall run and not be weary,
That are hid with Christ in God.
Poet: Patience Strong
If we have no faith to guide us, life will be a maze-
A labyrinth of twisting paths, a web of crisscross ways-
That will never really get us where we want to be –
Each turn leads to disappointment and futility.
In and out and round about we wander aimlessly –
Never knowing what we want, yet trying hard to see –
Some way out, some opening that promises to lead –
To the happiness we’re seeking, and the peace we need.
God alone can give us this, and faith must be the guide.
Faith can break out of the maze into the light outside…
Faith will give our wayward thoughts a goal to keep in view –
And set our stumbling feet upon a path that’s straight and true.
What Faith Does
Poet: 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.
After While – A Poem of Faith
Poet: Paul Laurence Dunbar
I think that though the clouds be dark,
That though the waves dash o’er the bark,
Yet after while the light will come,
And in calm waters safe at home
The bark will anchor.
Weep not, my sad–eyed, gray–robed maid,
Because your fairest blossoms fade,
That sorrow still o’erruns your cup,
And even though you root them up,
The weeds grow ranker.
For after while your tears shall cease,
And sorrow shall give way to peace;
The flowers shall bloom, the weeds shall die,
And in that faith seen, by and by
Thy woes shall perish.
Smile at old Fortune’s adverse tide,
Smile when the scoffers sneer and chide.
Oh, not for you the gems that pale,
And not for you the flowers that fail;
Let this thought cherish:
That after while the clouds will part,
And then with joy the waiting heart
Shall feel the light come stealing in,
That drives away the cloud of sin
And breaks its power.
And you shall burst your chrysalis,
And wing away to realms of bliss,
Untrammelled, pure, divinely free,
Above all earth’s anxiety
From that same hour.