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Pairing poetry and prayer creates space for mystery rather than explanation, not aiming to solve or define. Together they hold tension, ask questions, allow for sitting in contemplation. Poetry captures the ephemeral a passing sunset, a fleeting emotion, or a moment of love Prayer gives it permanence, allowing beauty to live forever through words. Read.… Read more
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Behold they who lift the crossbut refuse to carrythe Christ who hung upon it. Beware those who praise the Saviorwho fled to Egypt,yet despise the immigrant. They pretend to worshipa brown-skinned Messiah,yet judge their neighborby the color of his skin. They call themselves blessed,while storing treasuresthe poor prayed for. They let their hands and hymns… Read more
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Without cost the morning comes,laying gold upon the lake,asking nothing for its light. Without cost the sparrow sings,spilling music through the air,unaware of any debt. So too the gifts that shaped my life—a hand that lifted,a word that healed,a mercy I did not earn. What was freely placed within my heartwas never mine to keep.… Read more
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Since the surgery,my heart has found a new language. Not louder,only stranger. A small, composite witnesskeeping time beneath my ribs,a quiet clickthat arrived with mercy,though it sounded at firstlike interruption. In those early daysI heard it everywhere.In silence.In prayer.Between one breathand the next. I wonderedif I would ever forget it. Now,it waits for me at… Read more
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In Silence, I Know Your PeaceNot in the search for answers,nor in the clamor of my own thoughts,but in the quiet placewhere words become listeningand my heart remembersthat You have been here all along. In silence, I know Your peace. It settles like morning lightupon restless waters,softening what I cannot mend,holding what I cannot carry,teaching… Read more
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Obedience is freedom. The soul bows,and in its bendingfinds release. The law is love,not written to bind,but to lead usinto the heart of God. Love is sacrifice. It empties itselfwithout counting the cost,and calls that lossjoy. Forgiveness is not optional. Mercy is the pathwe are asked to walk,againand again. Give. The open handis the only… Read more
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May your love becomea quiet chapelwhere grace learns your namesby heart. May laughter keep the windows open,forgiveness keep the fire lit,and tenderness return each nightlike prayer. When joy overflows,may you kneel in gratitude.When sorrow arrives,may you carry it togetherwithout fear. And through all your days,may God dwell gently between you,making one lifefrom two faithful hearts.… Read more
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The big Lake is so vast, watching it for a week from the back deck gives barely a peek. Never the same yet always the same, the big Lake lends only a glance of its glory and mere imaginary wonder of its depth, heaving what seems to be entire tree on the morning shore from… Read more
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Let Your light enter the hidden rooms of my heart,where fear has lingeredand old grief has built its dwelling. Speak there in the silence,where no human voice can reach,and let Your presence become my peace. You are the Life—the living Vine,the fountain no desert can exhaust,the Resurrection already risingwithin every soul that rests in You.… Read more
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When God seized my heart,the world did not shatter. I did. Not into ruin,but into surrender.Every throne I built within myselffell silent at His touch. The names I gave myself,the fears I called wisdom,the wounds I called home— He took them. And where they had lived,He placed a holy fire.Now even my longing belongs to… Read more
A Collection of Prayerful Poems by Tim McGee
