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Biblical Truth, Christ Centered Devotionals, Christian Poetry, Inpirational, Inspirational, love
1. Love is Patient
“The Silent Tide”
The ocean waits beneath the stormy sky,
Its waves restrained, though tempests howl and churn,
A quiet strength where restless winds pass by,
Enduring deep, no haste to rise or turn.
The cedar stands through winter’s bitter sting,
Its roots embrace the frost with steady care,
No murmur breaks the stillness seasons bring,
A sentinel of peace in frigid air.
The dawn delays, yet stars refuse to fade,
Their light a vow through night’s unyielding reign,
In shadows long, love’s patience is arrayed,
A gentle force no rushing can constrain.
For love, like tides, in silence holds its might,
A timeless grace that steadies every plight.
2. Love is Kind
“The Meadow’s Gift”
The brook bestows its silver to the stone,
A tender touch that softens jagged years,
The sunflower bows where weary seeds are sown,
Its golden face a balm for silent tears.
Through autumn’s chill, the vine extends its fruit,
A sweetness shared with hands that seek repose,
Each petal falls where sorrow takes its root,
A fragrant grace the heart alone can know.
The breeze lifts dust from paths too long untrod,
Its whisper weaves a warmth through barren ground,
In kindness blooms the mercy of our God,
A harvest free where love’s own wealth is found.
So love, in acts of care, forever flows,
A meadow rich where gentleness bestows.
3. Love Does Not Envy
“The Open Sky”
The eagle soars where mountains pierce the blue,
No grudge it bears for peaks it cannot claim,
The river runs, its course both swift and true,
Unvexed by shores that gleam with brighter fame.
The lark ascends, its song a selfless tune,
No shadow dims the joy of rival wings,
Beneath the sun, the oak and willow swoon,
Content with roots, no thirst for greener things.
The stars align, each gleam a humble spark,
No envy clouds their dance in boundless night,
Love’s gaze is wide, untroubled by the dark,
A boundless heart that covets not the light.
For love delights in all that freely grows,
A sky unmarred by want’s unyielding throes.
4. Love Does Not Boast
“The Quiet Bloom”
The violet hides beneath the forest’s shade,
Its fragrance soft, no fanfare to declare,
The stream slips past, its music gently played,
A murmur low, no pride to flaunt or bear.
The moon ascends, a glow that does not shout,
Its silver spills in stillness o’er the plain,
The wheat bends full, its gold a gift devout,
No voice to brag of bounty born of rain.
The hearth burns warm, its embers never boast,
A steady heat that asks no praise to shine,
Love’s truest mark is found in what’s not lost,
A silent thread through humble works divine.
For love, like blooms, in quiet beauty lies,
A strength unseen that needs no vaunting cries.
5. Love is Not Proud
“The Lowly Vale”
The valley rests where peaks in splendor rise,
Its green embrace a cradle soft and meek,
The sparrow flits, no crown to claim the skies,
Its wings a humble arc where winds bespeak.
The pebble sits where rushing waters glide,
No throne it seeks, yet shapes the river’s song,
The olive bows, its branches spread aside,
A yielded grace where arrogance is wrong.
The dusk descends, no pomp in fading hue,
Its colors blend with earth in tender peace,
Love’s heart is low, its gaze forever true,
A servant’s stance where haughty claims release.
For love, like vales, in modesty abides,
A gentle force that scorns all lofty tides.
6. Love Does Not Dishonor Others
“The Sacred Grove”
The aspen stands, its leaves a trembling choir,
No root upturns the soil where kin reside,
The flame burns bright, yet spares the wood its fire,
A glow that lifts, not chars, what lies beside.
The tide retreats, its foam a soft caress,
No mark it leaves to wound the shore’s repose,
The iris blooms, its gaze a sweet redress,
No shadow cast to dim another’s rose.
The wind moves free, through branches intertwined,
Its breath a bond, no force to break or rend,
Love honors all, its spirit unconfined,
A grove where every soul may safely bend.
For love upholds, a guardian pure and whole,
A sacred trust that dignifies the soul.
7. Love is Not Self-Seeking
“The Giving Rain”
The cloud releases drops to parchèd plains,
No hoard it keeps, though skies grow dim and gray,
The beech extends its shade o’er dusty lanes,
A shelter free, no debt to bid repay.
The spring pours forth where desert sands entomb,
Its waters dance, unclaimed by selfish need,
The poppy sways, its scarlet petals bloom,
A gift to eyes, not bound by pride or greed.
The dawn breaks wide, its gold for all to share,
No gate it bars, no favor to demand,
Love seeks the other’s joy, a wealth so rare,
A rain that falls from open, selfless hands.
For love, like storms, in giving finds its call,
A boundless flow that lifts and never falls.
8. Love is Not Easily Angered
“The Still Horizon”
The sea lies calm though gales above it roar,
Its depths unshaken by the tempest’s cry,
The willow bends where wild winds lash the shore,
Its branches bow, no wrath to amplify.
The ember glows, though gusts provoke its core,
A steady warmth that holds no bitter flame,
The dusk enfolds where daylight reigns no more,
A tranquil veil that bears no grudge to claim.
The stone endures, though rivers carve its face,
No fury stirs within its ancient breast,
Love’s pulse is even, tempered by Thy grace,
A quiet tide where rancor finds its rest.
For love, like seas, in stillness overcomes,
A heart at peace where anger seldom drums.
9. Love Keeps No Record of Wrongs
“The Cleansing Snow”
The snow descends, a shroud on scars below,
Each flake erases tracks of yester’s pain,
The brook runs clear, though mud once stained its flow,
Its currents sweep the past beyond disdain.
The birch renews, its bark a fresh attire,
No tally kept of storms that tore its skin,
The sky turns gold, unburdened by the pyre,
A dawn that holds no echo of the sin.
The frost recedes, no grudge in melting gleam,
Its chill forgives the earth it briefly bound,
Love’s ledger burns, a past it won’t redeem,
A mercy deep where freedom’s roots are found.
For love, like snow, in purity descends,
A grace that heals, where memory’s count ends.
