Youth Christian Poems | Examples
These Youth Christian poems are examples of Christian poems about Youth. These are the best examples of Christian Youth poems written by international poets.
Christian daimyo, Yukinaga Konishi
Born a merchant, became Commander of the Sea
Granted favour by God and man
Defended faith throughout the land
A youth once given his father's name
Twin strokes that promised a life of pain
Graven in paradoxical parts
Warrior with a gentle heart
In a world that met cruelty with acclaim
Defeat in war cost him his head
But faith he held unto his death:
"The things on Earth are all in vain
But when they pass, God shall remain."
Some shall never see the truth,
I've been this way since youth,
The mask I wear is layers upon layers of paint,
So many that facial features appear faint,
Unable to see due to this dark veil,
Just praying that my feet will not fail,
This prison created by my misguided will,
A deep maze walked by society's swill,
Knees and palms strike dead dry soil,
Lead me back to the 99 and from this toil,
Glory I've taken is now all yours, Lord,
My trough has been hit and I have been floored,
Help me stand to live with no more mask,
Please Lord to be with you is all I ask.
MALE & FEMALE
equivalent & complementary
My alternate Tien form of ten syllable, & title
Ten isinspired by Chidliock Tichborne monosyllabic 'Prime of Youth'
We all,may find the Son ,to light our way!
My Tien form is a sentence of ten words of one syllable, no title inspired by Chidiock Tichborne first line of his 'Prime of Youth'
All Scripture and Tradition teach that we should never fear.
Don’t wait to speak until you find a sympathetic ear.
But preach to every nation: Let’s be loud and let’s be bold!
Just like our Lord and Savior. Yes, and all the saints of old.
Let’s dare to be courageous! Daily pray for greater faith.
Cooperating with God’s gift of freely given grace.
To speak the Truth to old and youth, unhesitatingly.
For we are called to be unapologetically apologetic…
As those who went before us did so all those yet to be
Might understand Christ theologically, historically.
And we who struggle now, let this be our inspiration:
We’re the “saints of old” to every future generation!
So, dare to be courageous! Build your works upon your faith.
And, open to the Spirit, be accepting of God’s grace.
And speak the Truth to old and youth, unhesitatingly.
For, we are called to be unapologetically apologetic…
Skinny in youth thick in later days
Champion for truth despite delays
As a late bloomer in thought process
Born to a baby boomer and so blessed
Believed in God but didn’t get much church
Felt so odd how the church clicks work
Rather open to explore other fuchsia faiths
Went to the mosque just couldn’t be great
And with Buddhism she felt all a glow
But she still identified as a Christian so
Perhaps it’s true train up a child
But her training was unique and mild
For she recalled Bootsy’s Rubber Band
And Stevie Nicks, Stevie Wonder on hand
Music was the church in her life
She was a cool nerd never a wife
A poet who sucked at math in her head
But like a mom stretched a penny till it’s dead
Had many jobs, but a mom and proud to be
Not afraid of death for it is purple peace
Quote Written By Poet "In youth we can do all things. In middle age we can still dream. Seniors can only reminisce."
In middle age,
feeling grown up over the years.
A flower opening up to the world,
know where I am going.
Now standing firm and tall through many challenges,
I am enjoying what life has to give me now.
I can see this big world clearly,
I am ready to finish the run of life strong.
With each new day,
showing me how to be better.
A better wife, a mother and a friend,
letting peace show brightly.
Giving makes the world go around with joy to all,
it is fun to give away time and ideas.
I love writing for my readers,
giving them a smile or two as they read along.
Sometimes, in the mornings,
The morning crows don’t sing—
Perched and preaching by a loblolly.
Breathe in this metanoia,
We all live for it.
And if the morning crows never reverenced,
Sitting at my doorstep,
Waiting for my feet to touch pavement,
I might’ve deemed you worthy of abasement.
But the morning crows chant my indiscretions,
To the man in the moon,
Too far to touch, too distant to see—
So I cannot tell him
Of my worries.
Fill up this cup with your americano—
It’s been so long since I’ve tasted of it.
The morning crows fear I will be different
When the sun sets
And daybreak ends.
So I hide in my sleigh bed,
Too frightened to tell you
That I am revolutionizing myself.
The morning crows now mourn the loss of youth.
As I settle down to become holy,
They sing my death—
Heedlessness,
Widening your eyes,
Sharpening your grin.
When I wane once more,
The morning crows will say,
They told me so.
Perched and preaching by a loblolly,
I am reclaimed, rosy-eyed.
Breathe in this metanoia.
We all live for it—
WHERE ARE THE MEN
Where are the men that once lived here
few men remain of yesteryear,
Beautiful masculinity,
Artfully carved of dignity
The command and gruff within his voice,
The rough and tumble is his choice,
His love for femininity,
choosing the woman he'll wed to bear his seed
First a crown to his own mother's head,
Adjoined in the authority of his father's stead.
Takes his place within the world,
Only leaving his mother when he finds his girl.
Where are the men braving the fight for truth,
for the branding of mankind from his youth.
Where are the men, the way men were meant to be
God is calling his creation, "Come back to me!"
Travel with me and enter
into the flower carpeted mountain meadows
of my youth;
Lose yourself in the wild beauty which resides within
God's tinted skies of yellow and vermouth.
Vested memories held captive by eidetic moments,
"Oh blessed beating heart, "
enter the flowered thoughts of a poet's nest, delve into the
sanctuary of God's Grace,
for it is here that you belong.
Seen through the eyes, felt with the heart
ensconced with a soul your free to roam,
inside roads less traveled, where timeless voices
are heard, through the echoes of all time.
You belong to the One who has given you,
both shape and creed.
In the evefall's sleepy blue skies
of gifts of starshine,
and in my waking thoughts of day-
there's a treasure of hope
about my dreams-
our old wounds close as
we reminisce of a youth
no longer with hurt or regret.
Where friends and foes,
families,
stop grinding axes,
and start to coexist
peacefully,
no painful strife in words
or deeds,
breathing in relief.
Where estrangement
is extinguished as if
a wanton fire in the
psyche's deep bitterness,
that dissipates with the
presence of the Lord's
angelic one's comforting. ~
One day to Surrender
Heaven’s Kingdom for all to enter
Heart and Soul
Dismissal from Hate
Life’s wonders to appreciate
The time will come
Judgement all will succumb
A Spiritual voice will be in say
No connection and didn’t obey
You can’t enter Heaven this way
Your life didn’t fulfill my will
You dodged my truth
It started in your youth
I am the Almighty and you heard about me
You refused to understand and see
You followed your own understanding
One day you will have to make choose
Transform your ways
Think now while you have time
Let Heaven show you the way
One day, the hour, minute, second, moment could be the approach
No Joke
Hourglass steady pouring
Be ready and waiting
Anticipation
Soon reality
Watch for
The Lord’s galore for sure.
I'm a Christian Lioness
of the Lion of Judah,
I had a tumultuous youth
and came to redemption.
To be forgiven as to forgive.
In His blessed mercy
I have pardon.
In Him there is pure love's
Holiness,
In Him there is forevermore.
I sing to Him in exultation,
or softly as an April whispered
breeze.
As I lift prayers to my Yeshua,
Rabboni, I cherish You!
You love humanity,
despite our grieving You,
and accepted willingly my
prodigal return with my
heart in joy for You.
I'm a Christian Lioness
of the Lion of Judah. ~
The poem I never wrote is so majestic
So supreme so dope not rhyme infested
Winged white words are simple yet complex
Causing maroon mind dimple hazel happiness
This poem is bold and I am not
A poem that grows in ones heart
Like a yellow hope amethyst art
Blessed by Holy Ghost so help me God
The poem I never wrote is a celebration
of poets I know like The Situation
Who I watch from black back seat cream creativity
Who my mind follows but in spirit we ALL lead
The poem I never wrote was contest worthy
An orange antidote to bad ideas absurdly
It would fit the form and inspire the world to dream
Promote peace love harmony humanity
The poem I never wrote would never end
It would slowly roll and despite my sins
It would fly it would float and hearts it’d mend
It would inspire truth and a fountain of youth
In you my friend.
What do I want to say to You?
The light of my life, the whole truth
You give my heart rest, You’re the glue
You’ve held me together since youth
You’re the wonder that frees my soul
What do I want to say to You?
You’re lasting peace, making me whole
You’re love that will always come through
Your light the darkness can’t construe
Thanks to You, I am saved by grace
What do I want to say to You?
You bring hope my heart can embrace
You’re the fire burning in my heart
Due of You, I’m saved through and through
You saved me, gave me a fresh start
What do I want to say to You?