Prayerfully Poetic

A Collection of Prayerful Poems by Tim McGee

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  • 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

  • AMDG

    In every step, in every stride,AMDG, our noble guide,Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam,For God’s greater glory, our heart’s hymn. In every task, both great and small,We heed the whisper of the call,To lift our deeds, our thoughts, our aim, In service of a higher flame. For in the depths of every soul,There lies a spark that… Read more

  • Old Growth

    An old tree has weathered countless storms, each leaving its mark. Left less beautiful than when its bark was fully intact and its leaves were unblemished, it offers a different beauty now. There is character where once smooth surfaces adorned its trunk. There’s more to see within its cracks and holes, baring its soul. It… Read more

  • The Whisper

    Perhaps You are notwhere I have learned to look. Not in the breaking,the great unraveling of stone,not in the violencethat makes the mountains tremble. Not in the firethat consumes the darkor the thunderthat makes the heart afraid. Perhaps You are closer. So closeI mistake You for silence. I retreat into the small caveI have made… Read more

  • Poetry’s Permanence

    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

  • Those Who Lift High but do not Carry

    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

  • Without Counting

    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