Best Ordination Poems
hospitality, peace and mutual respect; we’ve chosen
because the key to our prosperity is love, unity and cooperation
settlers now on the cheat as our true identity is kept frozen
but no matter what! We will reverse it with our landmark ordination
the threats against our heritage and culture may have risen
it has kept us unique, unshakable and uncompromising
though there are bastard judases in every dozen
the failure and exposure of their deeds are amusing
the buckles of our identity we will never loosen
no matter how the invader tries strategizing
or putting our inheritance into some sort of categorizing
No! is the answer, none of us will lose being a complete citizen
Categories:
ordination, abuse, africa, community, conflict,
Form:
Epic
Lord, please fill our hands today
And make us holy unto You
Please take all sin and guilt away
That we might raise clean hands to You
Fill our hands that we might be
Your ministers who spread Your Word
Till all the earth Your reign shall see
Till all have known and all have heard
Fill our hands, that we might spread
The glad, good news of liberty
That You have risen from the dead
To save our souls and set us free
Fill our hands that we might fight
And train our fingers for the war
To stop the wrong, defend the right
Fulfilling what You made us for
Fill our hands with strength, that we
Might heed whate’er You say to do
Equip our hearts that we might be
Your witnesses of what is true
Fill our hands, that we might guard
The covenant we made with You
For Your commands are not too hard
The things we promised, we shall do
Fill our hands that we might be
A temple made of living stone
That in us might Your presence be
Within our hearts, Lord, take Your throne
Fill our hands with Your strong hand
That leads us toward Your mission’s call
That guides us homeward, to Your land
Please consecrate us, Lord of all!
Categories:
ordination, god,
Form:
Rhyme
AN ORDINATION CHALLENGE
On this special day when you are here ordained,
Remember all the truths in which you have been trained.
Determine now to live in purity each day,
In God’s will now abide as humbly now you pray.
No turning back to sin, no running from God’s will,
And trusting His supply to all your needs fulfill.
Today’s a special day, one holy, high, and fair;
It’s time to trust your life to His desires there.
On this day look to God for plans He has for you,
Not doubting any way what He can through you do.
--Dedicated to Brandon Fowler for his ordination, December, 2013
Acrostic of ORDINATION
Categories:
ordination, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
My father was ordained of God to preach his word in
this troubled land, for Jesus he made his stand.
Many times I have heard him tell of a God that could not fail.
He taught each of us children to trust and obey for in this
world it was easy to go astray.
When my Father preached about the Savior’s love you
could feel the Holy Spirit descend from Heaven above.
Each night he would carry us all before the throne of grace
in his quiet secret place.
With tear filled eyes he seemed to make all Heaven
aware, and sometimes till dawn he would tarry there.
Humbly he walked before God and man to fulfill
God’s great command.
Categories:
ordination, faith, father, religion, father,
Form:
Free verse
Greek= diakonos= helper
He is ordained for the ministry of the Word
Liturgy
Charitable works
Ordination includes authority
Baptize
Preach at Mass
Preside at the sacrament of Matrimony
Categories:
ordination, christian, men, people,
Form:
Light Verse
We don't watch telly,
we play games,
we have avatars
and gamer names.
We don't just glare,
we interact....
Helps co-ordination,
a proven fact.
We chat to gamers
on headsets too,
work as a team...
Plan what to do.
If you're good,
you're known as Pro,
in your gamer points
it will show.
Noob's the term
if you are new.
You wont be alone,
there's quite a few.
Play for a while
and you will see,
that playing games
outdoes T.V.
Categories:
ordination, games,
Form:
Free verse
I danced a dance, not danced before,
the masses beamed in admiration.
Flames of passion slid along the dance floor,
as my body floated like a possessed butterfly.
But the gingerbread people, old, fat and fickle,
pointed fingers asking for me to dance no more!
Their envious eyes burned with jealousy,
as they were incapable of coping with my fire.
Afraid I would pour hot water on them,
they began to shun me against the masses.
The ignorant followed suit, but the dancers knew better.
Hypocritical gingerbread people then began to dance,
their moves had no co-ordination, no rhythm,
it was sadly a pathetic display of imbecilic prancing!
The masses laughed and mocked, poor hypocrites,
crumbling gingerbread', crumbled into pieces,
their taste so sour, crowds puked with antipathy!
Hypocrites still try to dance today,
guess practice makes perfect - right?
I continue to dance my dance,
in a rainbow of styles, bringing delight.
When you are born to dance,
the heart will make those feet move!!
Categories:
ordination, allusion, analogy, anti bullying,
Form:
Ballad
Relation Between Teacher And Student Is Like,
The Relation Between Potter And His Pot,
Like Them Teachers Also,
To Their Student, Loves A Lot.
Potter Jump On The Clay For Benefit
Of It,
Teachers Also Beat Their Student,
For Their Creativity To Lit.
Then Potter, To Clay, Give A Shape,
Teachers Also Give Their Students
Life Shape But It Required,
Good Co-Ordination Between Them Not The Measuring Tape.
Then The Pots And Students,
Are Ready To Go In Market For Sale,
But If They Forget Their Teachers,
By Me, In Their Life, They Fail……….
Relation Between Teacher And Student Is Like,
The Relation Between Potter And His Pot,
Like Them Teachers Also,
To Their Student, Loves A Lot.
Potter Jump On The Clay For Benefit
Of It,
Teachers Also Beat Their Student,
For Their Creativity To Lit.
Then Potter, To Clay, Give A Shape,
Teachers Also Give Their Students
Life Shape But It Required,
Good Co-Ordination Between Them Not The Measuring Tape.
Then The Pots And Students,
Are Ready To Go In Market For Sale,
But If They Forget Their Teachers,
By Me, In Their Life, They Fail……….
Categories:
ordination, childhood, education, love, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Imagination of my heart, be still
Is it not true that thoughts define our world?
And bring to light obscurities that thrill.
For in the mind, new ideas are unfurled.
Genesis, like Einstein’s Relativity,
Embrace complex concepts still swirled.
Religious beliefs seek sanctity,
The pursuit of truths proposes questions.
Imagination sees ambiguity.
Theories evolve, offering solutions.
Discrepancies in the mind’s eye revile.
Daydreams and fantasies launch suggestions.
Within the brain collected thoughts stockpile.
And the heart of imagination stays.
Therein lies progression’s basic beguile.
Knowledge and true belief soon parting ways,
That brings us to the heart of imagination.
Are hope, truth, and peace lost in latter days?
Has the brain become man’s great coronation?
The crowning point too often worn askew.
Sometimes men thrive, beneath domination.
The heart of imagination breaks through.
It is not found imbibing happy pills.
It is found in the woodlands or a coo.
Imagination seeks God’s foreordained will.
For it was set at life’s ordination.
It is the brightest view within man’s thrill!
Be still, heart of my imagination.
My faith combines with facts to find this truth.
Man like beast was formed by God’s creation.
All…discerning Heaven’s declaration –
November 8, 2014
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Challenge Title 'Words - The Heart of Imagination?' - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Brian Johnston
Categories:
ordination, creation, faith, god, imagination,
Form:
Terza Rima
IV
Matriculation
Back to home, Patrick did go,
For in his heart he knew
It was time to study with the church,
That this he had to do.
He told his parents when he got home
That he must go to France
And with great strength, he again departed,
Tears filling this last glance.
Patrick studied his Latin
And the dogma in Lorraine
And in his learning of the scripture,
He did not have to strain,
His past with his present learning
Melded with great coordination
And before year 428,
Hehad earned his ordination.
Patrick journeyed back to home,
His familiy held a feast
To celebrate his return
And his becoming a priest-
He followed in the footsteps
Of his father and grandpa,
Patrick measured up an equal
To the hope, in him, they saw.
One late summer evening,
Patrick had this dream:
Near the Woods of Foccult
Within a mist shrouding a stream
Came the voice of the Irish people
-Together something tremendous-
Asking him to return there,
To, "Come and walk among us!"
Patrick became aware
That in order to play his part
That God had assigned to him,
He would have to depart
Forever from his homeland
So as to proselytize
The heathen Irish pagans,
Though sorrow filled his eyes.
He knew there would be no return,
He would not see home again
Or sit among his family
In their home upon the fenn,
But this was understood by all,
His parents exuded joy
About this wonderful mission--
They were proud of their boy.
So, for the last time from Britain
Patrick traveled North on foot
To find where he was needed,
Where he was to be put.
This time, his journey was as if
He had never seen
The beauty of the glenns and hollocks
Of the richest, deepest green.
Patrick journeyed long and far
Making camp in the twilight
And as the distance grew
He knew that he was right,
"To help my fellow man
Is why, from home, I've gone."
And every day, his camp was broke
Before the light of dawn.
Categories:
ordination, god, history, ireland,
Form:
Why are we the human race
rather than another extinguishing species?
Why not the human species
and not the cockroach race?
Why is human nature
intended as somehow supremely natural
not within but faster than,
above and beyond
inferior sensual nature?
Why is race,
inhuman embrace-conflicted context,
a qualitative noun,
stultifying stasis,
rather than a speeding verb
toward shared finish line
when everyone can win together
where no one fully wins apart?
Why is nature's race
not yet declared as one
indigenous Earth Tribe?
Bicamerally endowed
to celebrate Earth's rhythmic ordination
of regenetic liturgy and syntax,
grace racing veins
full-blooded diverse healing homes
of natural peace construction.
What happened to issue
as primal verb
when babies issued from progenitors
and words issued from mouths
and blood issued from wounds
and racing issued from DNA's polycultures,
storytellers weaving diverse generative threads
Remembering from whom and when we issue
back before embracing human memory
in dialectic dreamy nest of fractal tones
polychronic texture
4 dimensioned structure
rhythm rhyme dancing
polycultured racing
comic multicultural
co-operative opera.
Coincidental correlating races,
humane natural places,
issue forth to teach and humor
and recess back to learn and decompose
to mentor Nature's human embrace
radical solidarity race
rooted pace
secured by leaving none behind
Every living system ordained
to race redeeming issues
through singing flows of dancing waves
linked through all spacetime.
If race exponentially regenerates
intergenetic issues,
then this is more of a species relay race
during which boundary lanes
no more than trace and lace
our deep seasoned swimming synchrony,
blending genetic notes of freedom's harmony
toward nature's unfinish-lined
circling symphony.
Categories:
ordination, america, peace, race, racism,
Form:
Free verse
May nine nineteen eighty was great,
Being the day of his calling;
Brother Eduardo Manalo
Had received the noblest blessing.
The day of his ordination
Signaled his rise in his duty;
His exceptional performance
Was seen inside the ministry.
He became an assistant dean
For Evangelical Studies;
Doing all his divine functions,
And his responsibilities.
On twenty-seventh of July,
In the year nineteen eighty-four;
He became Metro Manila's
Another coordinator.
Then came the Church's eightieth year,
He took his oath as Deputy;
To help the Administrator
In leading the flock's entirety.
He‘s prepared for fifteen years by
Then Executive Minister;
The torch was passed to him by God,
After the death of his father.
He firmly strengthened the brethren
Who, just like him, were in sorrow
With the demise of Ka Erdy,
As his deep love did overflow.
He showed courage and consistence,
In the midst of persecution;
Sacrificing his interest,
He valiantly made decision.
Through the modern technology,
He officiates worship service;
The brethren all over the world
Are truly edified in bliss.
The true message of salvation
Has reached all but one continent;
He preaches the genuine gospel
With power and noble intent.
He has successfully finished
The great Philippine Arena;
The project has been constructed
At the Ciudad De Victoria.
Excellent events of the Church
Have caught the Guinness' attention;
The world records have been broken,
Bringing honor to God's nation.
Thousands of houses of worship
Have been built amid poverty;
The work of the Lord's mighty hand
Is witnessed in every country.
When the calamities happen,
He immediately provides aid;
Relief, rescue, and assistance
Have been well organized and made.
Preachers of other religions
Have come to know the righteous way;
Pastors and priests have joined the Church,
Without a doubt, without delay.
The covid-nineteen pandemic
Has not deterred God's people;
Every household worship service
Feeds each servant's mind, heart, and soul.
Forty years have quickly passed by,
Since he's blessed by the Almighty;
We will never forget the date,
Early May nine nineteen eighty.
Topic: 40th Anniversary of Bro. EVM's Ordination (May 09,2020)
Categories:
ordination, anniversary,
Form:
Quatrain
I strongly believe that the wheels of fate
Are not controlled by some empty chance,
For if they were, I would not have found
Your life-turning love and gripping romance.
I believe there’s some unseen benign hand
That spins the direction and the strides of men
Toward the compass of their ultimate joy;
And that arm led me to your sweet poetic pen.
Your syrupy kiss is not the work of mere luck,
It is the considerate ordination of the divine arm
That comforts lonely hearts and sullen spirits
And waters the arid hearts with caring calm.
But then there is another opposing hand
That tosses whatever Providence has wrought;
The evil hand of hate and greed and parsimony,
One that smothers love in the face of drought.
Categories:
ordination, love,
Form:
Verse
The sphere of influence influenced me spherically
With no core
Left brained hemisphere confused
Like right handed athlete
Co-ordination on my medulla-oblongata
Peripheral nervous system shuttered down
As cranial nerves refused to send impulses
Failure to interpretation on my cerebrum
Lead to my confusion.
Response
Categories:
ordination, confusion,
Form:
Everything that is created one day becomes extinct with His manifestation.
For billions and millions of years forests, rivers, valleys, mountains and civilisations,
Completed a cycle, suffered a long periodic destruction and depredation.
Animals and birds became extinct for new phoenixes to be born as per His ordination.
Time and energy cannot be destroyed, they can only be transformed to enter
Into the sunken seeds under sod, and a Noah to render life on this planet once again.
Material world periodically becomes barren and devastated like hibernation in winter,
The sun rises to a new golden age and the sod sees sprouts bloom in their domain.
January 5, 2016
Contest: Extinction
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Categories:
ordination, environment, god,
Form:
Rhyme