Prayerfully Poetic

A Collection of Prayerful Poems by Tim McGee

Love

  • Allegiance lost

    a lament and longing You formed us from dustbreathed Your own breath into clayand whispered“Have dominion” To cultivate     (not crush)To hold     (not hoard) Yet werestless with enoughreach for moreconfusing image with equalityobedience with ownership We trample the gardenin our race for crownsturning plows to swordsand rivers to poison We named the creaturesthen forgot their namesWe… Read more

  • 249 years after the birth

    A declarative birtha people reaching for freedom,casting off the yoke of kings,with hope in the promise of rights no man could take. But what of the conqueror within?We broke from the crown,yet the hunger to ruleremained rooted in our soil. Two hundred and forty-nine years,a long season,enough for wisdom to take root,enough for the wounds… Read more

  • Love over Conquest

    No blade He drew, no war He won,yet darkness trembled at the Son.He bore no flag, led no parade,but wore a crown the thorns had made. While kings demand and tyrants strive,His mercy made the dead alive.Love, not conquest, broke the night.The Cross, not sword, became His might. Read more

  • The Love of Christ (a Tanka)

    Arms stretched on the treemercy flows from every woundpure, unearned, and wideeven death bows to His lovestill He calls me by my name Read more

  • Who is this Jesus?

    He isbreath of life,the stillness in which the voice of Godspoke light into being.He walked in Eden’s hush,not as echo or wind,but as Presence. He isthe fire that burned without consuming,the whisper Moses could not name.He etched commandments into stone,and in the fullness of timeoffered His hands to be pierced by them. He isthe thunder… Read more

  • When I Lift Your Name

    I do not hold the cure,nor the answer,nor the strength to mend what’s broken,but I know the One who does. In silence, then,deeper than my knowing,I lift your name to Godlike a fragile flame in trembling hands,to the altar of mercy. Not to fix,but to carry.Not to control,but to surrender. In this offering,somehow,your pain becomes… Read more

  • Pass it On

    Maybe this morningyou’ll catch me being Christ to someone.A quiet kindness, unseen yet felt,a patience that steadies a weary heart,a love that does not ask but gives. Maybe this morningyou’ll see the face of God in my eyes.No radiant brilliance or grandeur,just a soft smile of mercy,and the warmth of a heart turned outward. Maybe… Read more

  • I am Yours

    Not my will,for it falters with fearand bends toward comfort.But Yours,steady and burningwith holy love. Teach me to liveas You have spoken,not just in great moments,but in the quiet yesof morning surrender,in the unseen kindness,in the heavy lifting of grace. You have made menot for self-glory,but for Your delight,reflecting Your mercy,carrying Your peace,being a living… Read more

  • Broken Crayons

    The snapped crayon,splintered in weary hands,no longer whole, no longer perfect—just a fragment of what once was. God gathers the pieces,pressing them against the canvas of eternity,where cracks do not limit color,but deepen its depth, its meaning, its grace. The jagged edges, the worn-down tips,the wax too melted to hold its shape.He does not discard,… Read more

  • We Watched, We Sang, We Tell

    We watched Him die,the sky torn open,the earth groaning beneath the weight of sorrow.We stood, breathless,at the foot of the splintered tree,where mercy bled and hope seemed lost. We wept  (oh, how we wept)until the silence of the tombbecame the silence of our own hearts. But then,O morning of mornings!stone rolled away, light pouring in,and… Read more