Prayerfully Poetic

A Collection of Prayerful Poems by Tim McGee

Love

  • Already Given

    We question Him.What must I do?Where is Your will?How shall I walk this tangled earthin step with heaven? But the answer clearly echoes,not new,not hiddenin winds or visions,nor candles or stained glass. It’s been spokenin the wilderness,Etched in stone and sung in psalms.Shouted by prophets.Spoken by the Word Himself. Love. Do so with all your… Read more

  • I Crossed the Street

    I saw Your face todayand I turned away.I knew it was You.Not at first.But something in Your eyes. Your humanity was undeniable.Your divinity hidden in dust and weariness.You looked at me.And still, I looked through You. Your hands were trembling.Your sign was misspelled.Your clothes were worn thin by cold and time.I was ashamed. Ashamed for… Read more

  • Inseparable

    We are not meant to walk alonefrom breath to dustwe are born of Oneand drawn to the same flame Godorigin and end When we seek Him side by sidehands openhearts turnedwe build the kind of bondsthat echo Edenreflecting His imageshaped in His likeness To love Godis to love each otherone thread woven through two hearts… Read more

  • 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