Life Christian Poems | Examples
These Life Christian poems are examples of Christian poems about Life. These are the best examples of Christian Life poems written by international poets.
I’m not a Saint
Or hero of the faith
No martyr I
Honestly
I’m afraid to die
But I do believe
And I have received
Grace from on high
And that’s enough
Still I often struggle
To believe and understand
How I fit in God’s true plan
And what to say and how to say it
What to do and how to play it
When to stay and when to go
How to let a rival know
That I’m trying to forgive
And live the life I’m supposed to live
Each day anew I rise and try
To be the man to be the guy
Who walks the walk
Much more than talk
But I still have fears
And still have tears
That my little faith is just too small
Never strong enough at all
Tiny as the smallest seed
But I’m reminded
That it’s not me
That does the work
Of change you see
My tiny faith in Him alone
Is strong enough to atone
For my weakness
And human flesh
For my tiny faith I’m blessed
Even God suffers,
for it says in scripture,
that God repented of having made life on earth,
and that it grieved him in his heart.
Think about that!
Charlie was a gift, lifting us to thoughts, making us think of all the stuff we want to know.
Charlie was light, making all of our thoughts feel his light, making us want to participate in his debate with life.
Charlie was a man of God, working day and night for all of God’s delight.
Charlie was a lover of family and worked to grow heaven’s army, shining light to all that would listen, he made a path for us to follow.
Charlie was called home, and I am sure God was standing at the door, waiting for the amazing Charlie to make heaven light up with joy.
Charlie we will miss you every day, we will work hard to spread all of your words.
Charlie your spirit for life, is spreading like the fire of God, just like the words God spoke to Moses from the burning bush.
Charlie we lift prayer for you and your family; we are all keeping you in our thoughts and hearts.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
We fell in love and married young,
others said we couldn’t know.
Who else could truly know my heart,
or which way I should go?
We all must choose the path to walk,
and how we’ll live each day.
It makes no difference the choice we make,
if we take God along our way.
All our challenges will be lessons learned,
he can make it a perfect day.
Others may snicker and laugh at us,
it doesn’t matter what they may say.
God teaches us through every test,
and after struggles He gives us rest.
Ehyeh Asher Ehyeh
I am the one
greater than the stars
brighter than the sun
all angels are my subjects
and life my children born
be unconditional love
pride leads to scorn
many I have sent
to the blessed jewel of earth
evil cannot see
what humans are worth
evil cannot see
the beauty of a stream
I made it this way
they cannot dream
turn your imagination towards love and light
and heal humanity and the earths plight
I AM
I AM WHAT I SHALL BE
I KEEP MY PROMISES
AHAYAH ASHAH AHAYAH
Isreal surrounded, world turns against it
Because of inhuman acts..So geographically
The Prophecies will be fullfilled..Yet the only
Ones who will be saved out of this will be
( spiritual Jews..I E Born again beleivers.' Not
Dogmatic readers of past texts..Yet those
( who have passed from death to life ) Today..'
Today is the Day of salvation..' rend your hearts
And not your garments, accept Yeshua be one
With God.)
Life is so very important, a potent
inhale and exhale; even in the womb;
and who is he who dares to take life…
Who walked on the Galileean sea?
Whose feet felt the deep’s waters,
but stayed atop the rambunctious waves?
After all, who created the sea and
its boundaries? We say His name,
even when we breathe in and out.
So who dares to take out what He
has created - the effrontery in black.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
the conscientious martyrs -
those who hold up the Word of God,
not the coward’s knife, gun, or hate.
Blood mixed with tears on the cross.
*He was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace
was on Him* - you know His name.
This was peace made between
God and man; peace that riles up
all of hell. Some embrace this peace.
If you remember anyone’s name,
the martyr, likewise, would have
you recall the name of Jesus Christ.
The martyr closed his eyes and
opened them up to the one who gives life.
*from Holy Bible, book of Isaiah chapter 53
An active Christian who debated others..
Is all.' A little out there.' Yet he cared.' Trying in the Word, to enlighten and save.'
Appalingly murdered today in Utah
By someone? who he would already have
Forgave, forgave because only God can judge..To take a life, is so terrible I can
Think of no thing worse.' Than to hold; evil so deep,
To act on such a grudge'
At God's judgment, will we stand tall, free of defect?
If we could, would it be just the aftereffect
of a life lived for self, with pride’s introspect?
What did God ordain with the word, resurrect?
There comes to the soul, a day when we're subject -
to guilt as a sinner, immoral, suspect.
We can put the blame on evil’s misdirect
but our faults we must own in circumspect
bond with the God-head, we no longer reject.
My friend, at the reckoning in Christian prospect,
we'll all fall on our faces in awe and respect
for the Savior, Christ our Lord, grand Architect
who can redeem, empower, thereby perfect
stark lives that once faced death's dark disconnect.
What did God ordain with the word - resurrect?
Change, redirection from the dead, in effect.
When Jesus’ forgiveness for sin we accept
we bow the knee in service and genuflect,
rising to glorious grace as God’s chosen elect.
Let my life for you sacrificed
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Come and inercede to this helpless servant
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Faithfuls suffer in this earth a lot
Hereafter there will be plesure and enjoyment
From eighteen thousand worlds' selected
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Traveler of seven leveled skies
Above bound of Creator flied
In his ascension for Ummah prayed
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Four khaliphs are his paradise neighbor
Who is in love with him is away from evil
He is sultan of creations as a whole
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
What Dervish Jonah does in here without you
Real prophet without doubt and mistrust is you
Whom don't obey you faithlessly as an infidel go
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Written by Dervish Jonah
Translation Honor Su
Abounding blest compassion divinely exudes fulfillment
Toward a flourishing life with peaceful glow
Midst caring and sharing along blessings’ flow
All from the Lord we can enjoy by gracious empowerment.
Granted heavenly ... instilling justice, kindness, loving mercy
Blessings from God multiply with His magnanimous grace
As we utilize them, devoid of greediness-trace
In our gratefulness to utilize resources devoid of complacency.
Nourished optimally, providing quests’ resplendence
Gifts of the Almighty are loaded with contentment gain
Vanquishing haughtiness of covetousness-pain
For faithful stewardship yon earthly transcendence.
Satisfying triumph, upholding virtuous worth
Faith in Christ champions blissful trust-delight
Freely fueled to vanquish doubt of skeptic blight
Toward reaching-out, creating paradise on earth.
The New Morality
Trump has spoken, we get up from our chairs and salute, actually not.
The fact is, we are tired of this endless war
That is economically viable for many, an industry of death
we do not see on the factory floor where weapons are made.
A morbid industry, many states need to stave off poverty and
unemployment. Weapons used are someone’s property.
We are backward, us humans we have yet to understand that
most work is not needed, give people money so they can go
climb rocks and go fishing in the stream, swim in the ocean, and
enjoy life, which is an interval between deaths. We have finally
reached the zenith of existence, yet we, for an outdated reason, insist
everyone should work till they drop. Relax, let the Middle East
find its own nirvana.
The fire descends, a whispered dread,
Above the city of the dead.
And from the gate, a frantic flight,
Toward the mountains, toward the light.
The angel's law, a word of steel:
"Run, and let no backward feel.
No glance of sorrow, no fond gaze,
Lest ye be caught in judgment's maze."
A Draconian State, of salt and flame,
Where mercy holds a different name.
For to a glance, a heart's small ache,
A life is forfeit, for its sake.
So turns the head, against the will,
To see the city standing still.
One tear, one memory, one breath,
And then the cold, consuming death.
A pillar stands, of white and fine,
A woman's form, a grave divine.
A silent tomb, to mark the cost,
Of all that one brief look has lost.
[Verse]
When you have put in all the effort
You've planted the seeds
Everyday in everyway, on your feet and on your knees
You weep with all your heart
for the broken and the lost
That they'll turn to God,
And finally count the cost
But still they seem to only turn away…
Who can change a heart, open eyes, and make them understand?
God can! God can! Oh oh, God can!
[Chorus]
Remember child of God
He is mighty and in charge
He's the creator, and the king of all
So if you're doing your part
But somehow still missing the mark
Don't forget the Master has a plan…
God can! God can!
[Verse]
When nothing in your life
Seems to be going alright
You try to keep it all in line
But it's slipping from your hands
When it's out of your control
You gotta learn to let it go
And remember when you just can't…
God can! God can!
[Chorus]
Remember child of God
He is mighty and in charge
He's the creator, and the king of all
So if you're doing your part
But somehow still missing the mark
Don't forget the Master has a plan…
God can! God can!
[Tag]
When you've done all you can do…
Let God do all you can't
Because he surely can!
God can! God can!
I need some help, I'm requesting,
That I understood, I believe
I was in this hitch of unworthiness
Because life had thrown me a switch.
The dope was nasty and pitiless
Trying to escape this world of hostility.
After what had happened that day
My most sinful fear was yet to come by play.
I wasn't being supportive when,
I thought I was living in hell
I ask our God for some direction
Because of the brick I had thrown away.
Please show me the lesson, my Lord,
That I am supposed to learn
If he hadn't answered when He did.
I should have burned.
Though I felt a hand on me,
I knew my goal was to be intense
It was all about to be rhapsodized
With this, he was of nobility.