I can only remember writing two poems with Biblical subjects, and one -- re Job -- is hiding somewhere. But here is the other, untitled but basically siding with Lot's wife rather than Lot.
When Lot’s wife
turned to salt from grief;
her posture proclaiming,
I will be a dry monument to tears,
I give not my leaving to this, God;
Lot looked up
The Lord rumbled faintly
Lot looked down
Salt crystals gathered at his feet
and proceeded on,
to look round.
Next time, a poem with a truly serious theme -- murder.