Church Anniversary Poems | Examples
These Church Anniversary poems are examples of Anniversary poems about Church. These are the best examples of Anniversary Church poems written by international poets.
When the trust busts
in to your village
Driving the lunatics
in shackles
Times must be goin'
out of print
Old Hearst's Castle
isn't any good for
climbing
Seeing the waves of
rocket fuel
reminds the Church epiphany
that 8th grade is over
So the western fleet
sends out a graduate team
And recruits for the labor wards
Used to come by the name
of Montgomery
Seas are Charted for a Reason My Dears
Why is how you got to me
I am a Labor Warden
and relocating dreams
is what God himself
won't let me go without
A new calling and bread
will we discover
Corrections and Bibliacians,
In the Yonders
Hurry now, don't budge there
room for everyone on the movie bus
We just, and we head
the way the work lets us
That's how corrections
work in Hitlers kitchen
You been in the purse strings
way too long
this country hears about things like you
Sends a special not to a guy like me
and my soldiers come to take you back home
We are recipe kings of the south
and kitchen protectors of the north
Hi time to get ourselves a career
I dare not say how time flew your coup
but out here in god's county, no de 'tats please
Few words I pen, for today is your day,
A celebration of you, in every way.
Thrilled and happy, my heart does sing,
For your life has been a blessing in everything.
A father you are, steadfast and true,
A husband so loving, through and through.
A godly man, with wisdom to share,
A parent so devoted, beyond compare.
I remember your teachings, I follow them still,
Your words, like treasures, my heart they fill.
I love mothers, they have their own grace,
But today, dear father, you take the place.
Often mothers get the credit, it’s true,
But today I honor and celebrate you.
The care in your eyes, though not your child,
Touched my soul and made me smile.
Forever honored, forever blessed,
For the love you’ve shown, above all the rest.
Happy Father’s Day, with all my heart,
From your loving child, never apart.
Full of looming fruit
The black wind whispers
the children lived blithely
yonder in blue cave
The silent river protrudes
by the forked road
where the seagrass grows
The seagull mutely follows
jaded in evening sun
old church bells whisper chimes
Coolness and Autumn play in lonely chambers
Sacred blue chimes in plaid footsteps
The rusted window rattles
to the graveyard on the hill
The legends are foretold
twig like, the people remember
the dark ember days of spring
I
Go placidly amid the guile, ingratitude, and hate, he said
Max Ehrmann, we believe, trumpeted the peace of silence
In that famous poem, urban legend says, found in a Baltimore church
Go placidly amid chaos? Alone? I asked even as I attempted
But jinxed myself in making a mantra of I can't do so much
II
Was I not made for communion? As with the first Adam, or *****Sapien
Or even Australopithecines, and *****Erectus (Handy human, *****habilis)?
We all have had our romantic moments, heroes, Romeo, Wendolene
O how I miss the angry determination and dignity of youth
Integrity before Eternity; life's increasing lessons in humility
Christmas at its wrongest
Around masquerade-watching men mill,
All of them like church -avoiding Jill
And all over again Christmas they kill;
The venue, a valley that hates every hill,
Shadows of death, dangling its bill
And there the family of Mr Gil
Also Chooses to mill,
As yearly defender of its shameless thrill;
On this day, no half acre to till:
A family spiritually at a standstill
And ever a marketer of its sleeping pill...
At some eatery I’m still studying my bill
And in strides fire-selling Cecil
To equally order a dish and eat his fill
But masks further watch from a window with sill...
Christmas, no doubt , at its wrongest
Masquerade, not Christ, the Guest!
A moment punctuated by a kiss - takes me back to when I was young
A smile that I wear with my finest outfit
Eyes that seek out the sunlight on a cloudy day
The flowers that grow outside our windows
Dancing to our favorite songs
The birds are soaring overhead
The life I chose to be by your side
When you needed me most, I am there.
We hear the sounds of church bells
How they ring and bring us back
To the Day - we said our vows
The highest highs and the lowest lows
We have made it through them all
Holding hands - we made our promises
Lace and silk are soft to the touch
Eyes meet and we are thankful
There is a star
That we gazed upon and our arms reached out in an embrace
We danced underneath the stars
All of our lives - we stood together
On the rock of our devotion
Where it could not be swept away
The wise couple built their house upon the Rock
They pray to God that those in Heaven could see them now
Smiles punctuated by a kiss
A moment that we will never forget
Because we are together
Then, now, and always
Forever
F-rom the ends of the earth,
E-agle is sent by the Creator;
L-ord God's righteous hand
I-n these last days is
X factor.
M-aking his presence felt,
A-lmighty's messenger soars high;
N-o precious time is wasted,
A-s he spreads his wings to fly.
L-essons of faith, hope, and love, he teaches with great worth;
O-ne true Church he preaches, from the ends of the earth.
Topic: 57th death anniversary of Bro. Felix Y. Manalo (April 12,2020)
"Happy one hundred five years of success! "
Is the greeting from all of the brethren;
We celebrate the anniversary
Of the Church Of Christ - the only chosen.
Congratulations to the Church Of Christ
On her wonderful and splendid status;
To God be the praise because He fulfills
His promised concern and love so glorious.
One hundred five years of success have brought
Flowing tears of joy to our very eyes;
We all know that this is a work of God,
As the entire world is truly surprised.
We wish the whole Church another fruitful
Year in advancing the propagation;
As we all uphold the one objective
Under the field of edification.
We worship and thank the Father above
For all the blessings and blissful graces;
The brethren address with glad expression:
"Happy one hundred five years of success! "
Topic: Greetings On INC 105th Anniversary (July 27,2019)
On the twenty-seventh of July,
In the world war year nineteen fourteen;
The true Church Of Christ in these last days
Emerged with colors red, white, and green.
God's last messenger from the Far East
Began to preach the genuine gospel;
He endured the mockery of men,
As he fulfilled his duty so well.
The holy task entrusted by God
Was to guide people to the right path;
So come the great day of salvation,
The elect will be safe from God's wrath.
The ones called by God inside the flock
Are all taught to have hope, love, and faith;
Although they suffer trials in life,
Bear in mind, it will be worth the wait.
One hundred five long years have just passed,
Countless are God's blessings from the sky;
Let's thank God and praise His holy name,
On the twenty-seventh of July.
Topic: INC 105th Anniversary (July 27,2019)
FIFTY YEARS OF MEMORIES
Fifty years of memories! And now, as you look back,
And through the simple life you lived, you never had a lack.
You served the Lord so eagerly with every passing day
Through passing tracts or on a bus to bring some kids our way.
You never wanted praise or fame for any loving deed,
You knew the favor of the Lord was all you really need.
And so, today, though some health fails and time has taken toll,
You wouldn’t trade one day of all the blessings to your soul.
For over half your married life, you’ve been a special friend
To our church and my wife and I that God to us did send.
So, as you celebrate this day when God there made you one,
I pray you’ll find His presence dear as you look to His Son.
I pray His comfort you will feel in many special ways,
For I’m aware how difficult it’s been for you these days.
Your faith will see you through the days you still have here below,
No matter what may happen next, you’re in His care, you know.
Yes, fifty years of memories! Just treasure every day
Continue loving, serving God like you have all the way!
Dedicated to a couple at church for their 50th anniversary. The husband is now in heaven.
We have so much to look forward to but as our 47th-anniversary approaches,
I have been looking back and thinking about the beginning moments before
we met. I remember the moment I spotted you in the church pew in front of me. I do not remember the color of your attire, but I do recall the style of
your hair. I would like to think and anticipate that what started out as ''Honey" will end as "Honey". I do not remember why, but "Honey" is the 'love word' we
began calling each other back then. And I do not know how long it took for us to really qualify for the use of the word "Honey". And although other words
were also fitting, it was never baby, darling, sugar, or sweety. You still remind me of my grandmother Mary who was my greatest fan when I was
growing up. You still remind me of my mother Georgianna who was always gentle, kind, and supportive of me. I don't suppose honey farmers can avoid
bees any more than rose pickers can avoid thorns, and after all these years, thorn pricks and bee stings would apply, but I'm still in love with the "Honey".
05102019PoSoupContest, Dial It Back, Maureen McGreavy
To my wife: Our 47th Anniversary
Celebrating God’s marvelous faithfulness*
Highlights our jubilant Church anniversary
Testifying about the great Lord’s grace and blessed favor
Blissful and heavenly, reaching down to mankind
Offering redemption with gift of everlasting life.
Proclaiming the Saviour’s wondrous Gospel
This triumphant occasion, with the Holy Ghost’s light
Aims to pivot the believers toward genuine righteousness
Along His bountiful mercy and unconditional love
Prevailing midst serene forgiveness toward sanctification.
With praise-filled heart and grateful spirit
We dedicate our worship and adoration along fervent prayer
Awed with the Almighty Whose majestic name we exalt
While beseeching Him for constant revival flame
To power our earnest service of compassion for His honour.
*Psalm 89:5 “…The heavens shall praise thy wonders, O LORD: thy faithfulness also in the congregation of the saints.”
February 2, 2019
(for Scarlets of the world)
Scarlet was born in a house of ill repute.
She learnt early how to use lipsticks, and
Dreams never visited her.
Enslaved by carnivorous nights,
Her heart feared to fly, but
Accompanied her to the church.
One gloomy Sunday, she confessed -
Father, forgive me for I've sinned.
And she had a dream.
She was in heaven, standing in a crowd,
Who kept looking up.
'Even here, people keep looking up',
She thought, and asked
A woman standing next to her -
What are you looking for?
A white smoke - replied the woman.
Scarlet later found out;
'God is only a chimney', and she
Woke up beside a drunk.
as of December ( 2000)
all request for marriages
are to be expressed in writing by
both Bride and Groom.
these writing are then to
be kept on file by
the church secretary,
and may be viewed by those
member of each family to
have a visual aide, when
church counseling is done
to talk to family member
about certain issues.
see the secretary for further detail's.
member of the banquet committee
are to meet on the third Friday before
Easter. Details of the meeting
is to allocate the funds for the
summer celebration
and the fall celebration.
Fund raisers for each event will be
held during the summer
and the fall.
Our annual steak night will
be held in accordance to the steak rules.
we will hold elections for the new president.
the ballot box will be placed in the dining
room. the election will
be held on Sunday March 4 , if your name
is on the ballot please be in attendance.
"Brother from Another Mother, but the same Father!"
Russell Coleman jokes with me in Church (His Bride)
This weekend, we honor every mother, dear brother:
You once made a boy feel like a man, Fatherhood and pride ...
If he raises his child with you, both bless humanity with families ...
I am old enough to have regret, pride, and prophecies -
But those that stay despite diapers, dirt, bills ... walk the narrow way
That honor the Creator, The Originator
Of family as we knew it ... not always comedy, smiles, clear destiny
Yet family values touch our souls, and overwhelm us (Sister, Brother)
But the peace the world is weeping for, Dear President and CEO,
That shalom that makes us whole, and renews this Earth
Beyond the gold, diamonds, and minerals hidden in the dirt -
Is to honor all women. Some remind me of Ma's death, yet hard to swallow