Prayerfully Poetic

A Collection of Prayerful Poems by Tim McGee

faith

  • Changing Seasons

    I have searched for Youin the green certainty of spring,in summer’s long, unhurried light,and found You quieter than I expected. Autumn teaches me Your nearnessin things I must learn to release:the fuzzy cat tail, the warmth, the illusionthat anything was ever mine to keep. You are there too,beneath the silence,holding what I cannot see. In… Read more

  • In You I Live

    In YouI live,heldwithin the mysteryof Your being. Every breathis borrowed from You. Every heartbeatmoves beneaththe gaze of Love. I walk through this worldand yet I never leave You. I search for Youas though You were distant, while all the whileI am movingwithin You. Where could I gothat Your presencedoes not already fill? What darknesscould hide… Read more

  • Believe

    I do not knowwhere the path leads,only that Christ has gone before me,His wounded feetstill warm upon the road. I do not knowhow long the journey will be,or what sufferingwill ask my soul to surrender. I do not knowhow grace will enterthe places in methat pain has closed,or how the Crosswill become a doorwayinstead of… Read more

  • The God who knows

    He knows the thoughtsI dare not speak,the wounds beneath my words,the places in mewhere faith trembles. He knows my sinand my longing for holiness,my failuresand the small, stubborn desireto belong completely to Him. Nothing is hidden.And still,He loves me. He flung stars into the darknessand breathed life into dust.Yet He does not crush mewith His… Read more

  • The Wager

    What if the silence is only waiting,and heaven stands just beyond the veil,a door left openin the dark? Pascal whispers:you must choose your waybefore you can know the road. So I place my small lifeupon the possibility of dawn,as a pilgrimwho has heard a distant bell. For what is faithif not the heart leaningtoward what… Read more

  • The Hidden Dwelling

    Strengthen me, Lord,in the hidden chambers of my heart,where no one seesand even I am sometimes afraid to enter. Make Your home in me. Remainas the Presencebeneath all things,the holy fireI cannot seebut somehow sense. Root me deeply in Your love,until my roots reachthe places where words disappearand only mystery remains. Let me knowthe breadth… Read more

  • Beneath the Falling

    I keep discoveringhow far I am from You. Somewherestuck in the hidden chambersof my own heartwhere shadows still gather. I reach for Youand somehow reachfor myself instead. I speak of loveand then withhold it.I speak of surrenderand end  up clinging to what I fear losing. I am dusttrying to rememberthe shape of heaven. And still,Jesus,… Read more

  • The Space Between

    I have tried to follow Your lightwith eyes that fail to see clearly. I have called my own voiceYour whisper,and walked roadsI thought You had given me. Then I found myself lost. And I wonderif You saw the tryingor only the wandering. But perhaps You see deeper. Perhaps You seethe small, trembling yesbeneath my failure,the… Read more

  • Eyes That Spoke

    I met Jesus on the road, where dust clung to my feetand the sun had brownedthe edges of everything. He was dirty too. Not shining.Not crowned.Not distant. Just there. Our eyes met. And I have never seen eyesspeak so loudly,yet in silence. somehowHis eyes knew my name. They knew the placesand things within meI had… Read more

  • They Followed Him

    they abandoned their boatsand followed Him. left nets, waves, salt-stung air,for a voice that stirreddeep currents within,cast off from shore,to chart a coursein unseen waters,hands once roughenedby ropes and wood,now open, empty,filled with faith,treading pathswhere footprints fadeyet hearts remember. they abandoned their boatsand followed Him. Read more