Christian Grandfather Poems | Christian Poems About Grandfather
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If I Could Have Gotten Your Embryo
Before You Were Born
I Would Have Sheltered You Safely
and Protected Your Form ...
I'd Have Put You In My Womb
& Flowed You Knowledge Like In A Tubric
& Patted My Expanding Belly
As I Played You Music
And As You Got Ready
To Arrive From The Birth Canal
You Would've Known My Breasts
Would Be Ringing Like Welcome Bells! ...
Eager To Suckle You
Breast Feed My Own Flesh & Nourish
So You Could Grow Strong
... In Love's Encourage
I Would've Held You In Wonder
& So Close Tenderly
Amazed At This Little Bundle,
Breathing, Piece of Me ...
And When You Turned One
Or As You Sucked Your Thumb
Or Eating Baby Food Jars of Plums
... I'd Have Given You Trumpets & Drums
... And Building Alphabet Blocks
& Superman Capes
& Stuffed Teddy Bears
& Oatmeal Cookies & Grapes
I'd Have Read You Stories
From Capt. Adventure Books
You'd Have Known You Were Loved
By My Proud Mama Looks
I'd Have Spent Time With You
Showing You How To Tie Your Shoe
Rocked You If You Caught The Flu
or Any Sniffles You Went Through ...
I Would Have Played With You
& Prayed With You
From Crawling To Walking
Paved The Way For You
Yeah, I Would Have Fussed At You
& When Needed Even Spanked You Too
& I'd Meant: This Hurts Me More Than You
'Cause You're The Little Symbiot, Mama Grew
So, You Would Have Known
You Were Loved & Treasured
You Would Have Known
Your Worth Couldn't Be Measured
Nor Compared To Anyone Else
At Any Point In Time
'Cause You Are The Best
Because You Were "Mine"
* * * * * * *
But I Never Knew You
But Believe Me If I Had ...
I'd A Made Sure You Had
A Loving Mom & Dad
And You Would've Never Been Abused
Or Treated Bad ...
But From Now On Find Your Joy
To Replace What's Sad
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/12/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2013
TRIBUTE TO GRANDPA
This tribute to Grandpa to read,
In our family's tapestry,
Every stitch sewn with love,
Grandpa's guidance from above,
In our web of threads,
Echoes of patterns, never ends,
Colours entwining, shades selecting,
Our Grandpa standing,
Tall as a tree,
Our family's tapestry.
In him we always believed,
Memories of our olden days,
Our family's exemplar, passed away,
Endless hours, part of our story,
In perpetual light, he rests in glory....
Our Grandpa stood tall as a tree,
Yes, in him we always believed,
Stitching here thoughtfully,
Grandpa's place in life's tapestry.
Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2015
The color grey fills the walls
The shrieks of the insane fill the halls
All is dark and all is bleak
All but the redness upon your cheeks
Your body has bound you to a chair
Life for you is no longer fair
You only travel along by wheels
But no one ever asked you how it feels
But you know that this is not your place
For being here is a disgrace
And only by the might of God’s grace
Can put a smile upon your face
So every morning you wake up
Put more black coffee into your cup
And work to regain your normal life
One free from pain and strife
Pass day, week, month, and year
You continue this fight without a fear
From your goal you do not steer
Your family and God you hold dear
Your persistence is something I admire
Your drive and commitment continue to inspire
I hope you never lose that internal fire
To walk again; your burning desire
Copyright © Dylan Foss | Year Posted 2015
O What A Night
My name is Benny, and I was one of those shepherds who were watching over the sheep the night that Jesus was born. It's a night that we will never forget, nor cease to tell others about our encounter of a lifetime. How could we ever forget those sudden sounds and how the heavenly host lit up the night sky?
I remember from a very young child on my grandfather’s knee, stories were read to me from the Book of Isaiah. But who could be sure when these things would happen? Would it happen in my life time? Only God knew for sure, even though the prophets were clear about the times and seasons for the Christ child.
I was always gazing into the sky, but I saw nothing extraordinary that night. Who would have thought that an amazing announcement would be made in an open field to lowly shepherds? And never in a million years would I have thought that we would be among the first recipients of an amazing message about the Messiah’s birth. Well, that’s what happened.
On a dark and quiet night as we tended our flocks, we were startled as an angel suddenly appeared! We were quickly put at ease by the angel's calming voice as he told us the purpose for his appearance. I had to pinch myself, wondering if I was dreaming. We followed the angel’s instructions and went into Bethlehem where we met Joseph and Mary, and were among the first to see Jesus. He looked as normal as any baby I've seen, except for his eyes. His eyes, so clear and pure, said to me, "I love you."
We shared with them the things that we were experiencing, and they appeared to be as amazed as we were and hungered to hear more. We told them everything that we encountered. Afterwards, we started spreading the news all over town. O what a night! I felt like a major player in this awesome event, being privileged to share the best news the world had ever heard. Sure, angels had appeared to Abraham and Moses, but I found it hard to imagine that I, a shepherd, had been visited by a heavenly being.
We later heard that there were wise men from the East who presented to Jesus gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh. We also learned that the King felt threatened by Jesus. We were among many that night who went about doing their assigned task and returned to their jobs. None of us considered ourselves to be anyone special, because we all realized that the baby born in the Bethlehem manger was the only one special.
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Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015