Mothers Day Christian Poems | Examples
These Mothers Day Christian poems are examples of poetry about Mothers Day Christian. These are the best examples of Christian Mothers Day poems written by international poets.
I wonder what I'd be like if you had loved me
As a mother myself, a friend, and spouse
If your love had stretched like branches of a tree
But I still keep your picture at the entrance of my house
She's the Samantha before you had to take life by the handles
The Samantha before you were consumed, as if by fire
So I ran to a Father who gave my feet sandals
And He gave me all the love my heart could desire
Behind Enemy Lines
Behind
I followed through doors and passage ways
Roofs and small runways ..
The boy with a glint in his eye,
He took me up , high high to the very top
A table under the skies
Knelt on a rug
I drank tea with women of good hearts
Respect for the holy cross.
The army were coming home
And the locals didn't want to let me go.
I heard I was deep inside
They said ' run for your life'
Through a window of time
A prayer the doors stay shut
I ran like the wind through the secret map
No way will they ever know i know my way home
I ran down the dire straits,
Gahered myself , my breath , my grace ,
I walked a normal pace
In view of you all
Naked in your disgrace
The soldiers of the Holy Grail
Escorted me kindly
Out of the Old City Gates
A friend of Jesus Christ
O Jesus
Divine Master
I thank and bless
Your most merciful Heart
Gor having given us
Mary most holy as our mother
Teacher
Queen
From the cross You placed us all in her hands
May all permit themselves to be led by her
To You
The Savior of the world
I place myself in her hands
As You did
With this Mother I wish to live now
In our of my death
For all Eternity
Amen
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This is your day, a special day for my lovely mom who loves me more than a written love song. Your a queen of hearts, your cards are a beautiful light, a delightful mom who taught me right. Everyday should be Mother’s Day, your my whole life and your spirit is more beautiful than a ocean near the bay. You gave me hope, for your hopeful son who wrote this poem for my mom. I love you mother, you took my hands, when in need you lend me your shoulder. God couldn’t have created someone more perfect than you, your my God’s greatest gift and now I am bless. I love you mom, mother and son, we belong together always and forever. Thank you for everything you done for me and teaching me your ways is always a plus. Your always going to be my number 1 and only mom for all eternity who I love and will always trust. I love you mommy!!
From fresh flowers, we are garlands with heaven-scent
Adorning royal dignitaries, influentially iridescent.
Gingerly recycled along war-on-waste advocacies
We are garlands surpassing ephemeral political policies.
Worn by celebrities accentuating awards’ extravagance
We can’t be missed as garlands of exquisite elegance.
Our great task is to be garlands of honour this Mother’s Day
Beautifying women excelling in their God-granted roles, no one can’t pay.
May 10, 2019
I prayed many years ago
For a favor from the Lord.
I asked Him for a special gift
One that I could not afford.
I thought about the blessings
My mother gave to me,
And nothing here on earth
Matched her generosity.
So one night, I laid in bed,
Gazing up toward Paradise.
I asked that He would make for me
A crown, surpassing price.
One bedecked with precious stones;
Of gold and glorious metals.
The finest heaven has to give
That my debt of love be settled.
I believe He heard my prayer
Though God has other, greater crowns
Mine will satisfy my soul’s travail:
To crown her brow as praise resounds.
A mother is strong and courageous
A mother is tender and caring
A mother corrects and disciplines
A mother's love survives all
A mother’s love has no length or width; depth or height
A mother prays fervently for her child
Through tests, trials, and tribulations, a mother never gives up hope
Although she gets a little weary at times, a mother keeps pressing on
A mother wants what is best for her child
A mother shields and protects her child, like David against Goliath
A mother will stand against a giant
A mother knows God’s on her side
A mother makes sacrifices
A mother puts her child’s needs before her own
A mother goes the extra mile
A mother has a special call
A call God has given her
His wisdom she needs the most
So let’s celebrate, "Our Mothers"
Be still, be still, slowly rock with me and remember the gifts of the chair.
Be still, my child, be comforted there, let us rock away worries and cares.
Though you were too little to know what I said, our gazes we understood.
A language too deep for words, yet our spirits were flooded with good.
Today, as I’ve grown much older, and long past are days in that chair,
I look forward to once again rocking, with familiar arms holding me there.
For the arms of my mother, were the arms of God; both so in love with my life.
They gave me the greatest embraces I’ve known, like those of my priceless wife.
I have great assurance, the day will be soon; I’ll again be embraced in a chair
Only this time the rocker, will yield to a throne and mom and God will be there.
I will once again know pure contentment, perfect peace and love I’ll own!
I will rise to join countless children of God, in line for the Father’s throne.
Happy Mothers Day Mom
God granted me life and Mother you brought life into the world,
Mother our life begin together and you lead me through this life,
Mother this makes you as precious as God's finest work,
You are more precious then diamonds, rubies and authentic white pearls.
Mother, I celebrate your life as my Mother for all you've done for me,
Yes all the cooking, washing, sewing, protection and making sure I was okay,
I was seldom late for my morning school bus you did make sure.
Thank you for taking me to church, and for including Sunday school,
And for teaching me the best ways to deal with life with out you,
You thought me God's most important Golden Rules.
And how to apply them to life and others as I got older,
Mom now that your gone I still her you telling me the things I need,
I love you Mom and miss you very much and I know I will be with you again,
With my worm tears of love I send across the Heavens for God to touch on there way to you on this your Mothers Day.
Dr. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2016
There is nothing on earth like a mother.
No one compares to her worth.
None have done more for mankind,
Than mothers, who loved us from birth.
Who matches her steadfast devotion?
When all others flee, who remains?
Who picks up our lives and attends us?
Who rocked all our worries away?
No physician has healed more hurts
Or given more comfort or care;
Has tended to body and spirit,
Than mother, whose touch was there.
No judge has calmed more conflicts
Or settled more cases on earth,
Than mother who daily stood with us,
Always defending our worth.
No preacher has whispered more prayers
Or poured out more tears to the Lord,
Than mothers, before we were born:
Began lifting us up evermore.
No role that I know can eclipse this;
Save Jesus my Lord who before her,
Gave Himself, full surrender like mothers
Oh the crowns upon these He’ll confer!
Thank God for the worth of a mother,
Unsung heroes who “make” our world.
All of heaven knows what many miss:
There is nothing on earth like a mother.
1. Get your flu shot every year
• Flu is serious
• The flu shot is your best protection
• This year’s shot targets this year’s viruses
2. Wash your hands
3. Stop smoking
4. Avoid touching your face
5. Eat your fruits and veggies
6. Sneeze and cough into the bend of your arm
7. Stay home if you’re sick
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Very few the treasures
In my life I held so dear.
So very few the moments
When the sacred was so near.
It was sacred when I held you
For that first, intense embrace.
I was awestruck when I saw the way
The Savior graced your face.
Your eyes…your hair,
Your skin, your toes.
The perfection of your form
And the cuteness of your nose.
Darling, as the years roll by,
Our lives will start to change.
Letting go is hard at times,
But I am with you through the pains.
I’m part of you, you’re part of me
And together we are bound
To lift each other up
Until in heaven we’ll resound:
A song of thanks and worship
That God gave us to each other.
My girl with needs uniquely met
By only one…her mother.
One day you may also be
A mother so beguiled.
And you will know these words are true,
Of how a mother sees her child.
Who can tell a mother’s worth?
Who knows the wealth of such?
What do children know from birth?
Their mother’s blessed touch.
Who can tell a mother’s worth?
Who knows the gains thereof?
What exceeds the wealth of earth
Like mother’s boundless love?
Who can tell a mother’s worth?
Who can count her gifts?
What on earth brings greater mirth
Than mother’s tender kiss?
Who can tell a mother’s worth?
Who gives her ample praise?
What gift can any give on earth
That begins to show “repaid”?
Who can tell a mother’s worth?
All of heaven knows and sees…
The height, and depth and girth,
Of the love He has for these.
Who first gave to us the gift
Of how to love each other?
Was it not from infancy,
We gleaned it from our mother?
Who first gave the loving touch
Of tenderness and care?
Was it not a daily gift
Of mother being there?
Who first kissed us on the cheek,
Who studied every trait?
Who would work and toil for us
And who would always “wait.”
Who would stop to listen
And who would kneel to pray?
Who would show the Savior’s love
Day, by day, by day?
From birth until the grave
We forever gain so much,
By laying hold of mother’s love
Like she laid hold of us.
Still sacrificing needs for us on altars that surround your heart.
Unwavering your love and patience raising the two gifts from him.
Suspended hope in burden when life’s hooks come to tear you apart.
A saving faith beyond the sunset of your life as it fades dim.
Now left a man, to know the best in me, my mother did impart.
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Form: Acrostic: Iambic Octameter
Grateful to God and my mother. A blessing I didn’t and will never deserve.
A love upon me that I can’t fully comprehend.