Best Faithchild Poems
A CHILD IS BORN
Once upon a time, long, long ago
In a far away land
A star shone bright throughout the night
Its light was truly grand
Men in fields were watching sheep
They marveled at this sight
The Glory of God shone round about
And filled them all with fright
Suddenly, the angels came
And said, be not afraid
For unto you a King is born
Go see where He is laid
Then wise men came from far away
With gifts so sweet and rare
To pay homage to this King of Kings
In a stable cold and bare
So come now let us celebrate
The birth of this same child
Who now rules o'er the universe
Though born so meek and mild
This King will reign eternally
His Kingdom has no end
Let this Christ Child live in you
And be your closest friend
Then when you leave this earthly home
For your appointed place
You'll have a mansion all your own
And meet Him face to face
Curtis Moorman
Christmas Poem 1995
SHINERS
SHINERS, TAKES THE PAIN
GIVING LOVE AND LITTLE GAIN
THEY TAKE CARE OF THE HOLE
THAT’S IN MY HEART
GIVING MY CHILD HOPE AND A NEW START
SO I GIVE MY PART FOR OTHERS
AS MY CHILD SETS IN A CHAIR
MAKING HIS WAY ON WHEELS
LIFE I KNOW IS NOT FAIR
BUT SHINERS IS HERE
THEY REALLY CARE
I SEE IT IN MY CHILD EYE’S
IN THE WATER AS HE PLAYS
GIVING THAT SMILE AWAY
FOR MORE THAN ONE DAY
WE CAN FEEL
THAT SHINERS IS FOR REAL
SO GIVE JUST A LITTLE BIT HERE
SO MY CHILD CAN MAKE IT THERE
IN A BIG HOSPITAL OF LOVE
AS I TAKE THE ELEVATOR UP ABOVE
TO THE FLOOR
TO SEE MY CHILD ONCE MORE
GIVE HIS SMILE AWAY
FOR MORE THAN ONE DAY
SHRINERS, SHRINERS
THANK YOU FOR TAKING CARE OF MINE
AND OTHERS THAT SHINE
By; Shawn Jones
03/03/09
THE WORLD AROUND ME WITH SONGS AND POETRY
The child,
The child asks,
The child asks when?
And God answered,
Soon, my child, soon!
I asked the Lord to keep me, He said child I am near
I will never leave you, you have nothing to fear.
I asked the Lord for wisdom for surely I had none
He said, since you seek me, consider it as done.
I asked the Lord to love me, He said child don't you know,
It was I who loved you most, as I watched you grow
I ask the Lord for a companion for when I grow old
He said flesh will grow weary and lips will turn cold
I asked the Lord to save me, He said your burdens I do bare,
my kingdom is forever, for those who hold me up in prayer
I asked the Lord to quiet the storm that raged inside
He stood by the waters and spread his arms out wide
I asked the Lord for forgiveness upon my bent knee
He said from the wages of sin, it is I who set you free
I thanked the Lord for the healing that seeped from every pore
He said that's just a sample of what I have in store
The praise I reined upon Him for making me complete
He said the devil has no power, with me, he can't compete
Be Still
By Kimberly Burns
Be still my child in the mist of the storm.
Have peace my child.
For you are in the safety of my arms.
Though the storms are raging and winds are fierce.
I will not allow your soul to be pierced.
Listen to my voice and be still my child.
The storm will only last for a little while.
Go to sleep my child and let me fight your battles.
Trust and have Faith in me and I shall remove your shackles.
Be still my child and don't you fret.
You worship a God that can give you rest.
So be humble my child and listen to my voice.
For when the storm is over in my name you will rejoice.
Embrace your storm because it is only a test my child.
Trust in my word and never be in denial.
Choose this day whom you will serve.
And I will give you all the peace in the world.
There is some pain in your heart that I desire to heal.
So my child trust in me and be still.
Form:
Speak my child let us hear your song.
Praise my children it shall not be long.
Lift your head to the moon so bright
Enjoy the stars guiding light.
Allow your cares to drift to space.
Remove such sorrow from your face.
Dry those tears listen well.
Sadness has almost left you now.
My child feel the wind it's time of change.
It’s time to live it’s time to play.
Hide not that heart so glum.
Heavens heard you’re despite plea.
Life must take its chosen Corse
Or you'll be sure to strike a pause.
It has to slow to begin again,
It’s within the earth you walk my friend.
Have the faith my child the spirits know.
They hold you close they love you so.
Angel’s wings are spreading now
Too bring you peace to sing such joy.
Within the child who’s need is strong.
To show each soul life does go on.
Within the weighty door, weary souls went;
as did I as a child of eight, to the silent sentience within…
Upon the stoutest oak they sat, worrying beads.
“Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee,”
The penitants, the prayerfull, the pitiful, rock.
The innocent observations of childhood.
Inward stares, upcaste eyes, open hearts, rock.
“Blessed art thou amongst women
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb…”
Beside masterpieces of goldleaf raised plaster pain,
they walk, worrying, burnished beads;
mindful of His journey “…Jesus.”
Each has a path they walk, weighted weary souls.
Yet, they remember in their hearts
His path and it’s toll.
The child in me remembers this in wonder.
Besceeching Mother Mary
to lift their weight, their toll. The Child in me
knows Mary.
I wonder how he answered
When she began to scold
And fret about his supper that
Had long ago turned cold.
Do you think that she believed him
When all he had to say
Was, "I went to see a baby
Upon a bed of hay"?
"A child?" She'd cry in disbelief,
"You have three of your own.
Why would you seek another child
And leave us all alone?"
Did she smell his breath and doubt him
When he told about the star
And said that kings and wise-men
Had trailed it from afar?
That he would walk so many miles,
A simple child to meet,
When just this morning he'd complained
Of bunions on his feet
Was a wild explanation that
Her ears could not receive.
One of the miracles of Christmas is
That some would true believe,
And believers passed the story down,
The news that won't grow old
Of the child to whom the wise-men brought
Their incense, myrrh and gold,
And for whom the simple shepherd
Ignored his aching feet
And braved the wrath of angry wife,
The King of Kings to meet.
By Joyce Dec. 2006