Christian Daughter Poems | Examples
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How I wish to hold u
Touch and hug u
How I wish to squeeze u
Play with your curly hair
I miss and love you
I hope u feel it too
Study and Play
Study and Play
Learn to love God
Play with your dolls
Learn about Life
Play with your dolls
Lots to teach u
Love to embrace u
Bring your sick along beside Me
Jesus healed the sick and lame
Heal me Jesus the woman cried
Jesus knew her and her name
Come to me dear daughter He said
Let me show you the forgiving way
You touched My cloak, it moved me so
She dropped to her knees and prayed
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
Am I not Jerusalem?
Did I not give myself to many?
I chose to lay with wolves
And apart from you was broken;
I confessed my great transgressions,
You were quick to forgive and bless me
And bring me to remembrance of
The Word that You have spoken.
My soul does pant for You;
I confess I've been impatient
My heart was snared, my Jealous God,
But I give it now to You.
From in the womb, You taught me wisdom;
Even then, You spoke Your Name.
You are my faithful Lord and Healer,
You wash me clean and make me new.
i took a poop into a green pot
and planted plenty of seed
i then nurture it with my love
And sprinkled in with my pee
i christened it Patty by name
and then presto poopo
Patty a cloned christian pine tree
Dad where is your soul?
Is it important, what's its role?
I keep reading of heart and soul
What part of me does it control?
Sweetheart it's hard to explain
It's not physical not like your brain
It is like a locker you have to maintain
Things about you, it would contain
Dad this locker, are you sure it's real?
Is it like sadness something you feel?
In my book, it said a soul could heal
I'm so confused, help me, I appeal
Sweetheart it's not easy to see.
Let's say your locker has a key
The key you share with God and he,
Can see goodness, your life decree
Dad my soul is it a religious thing
Everyone has one from here to Beijing
Muslim, Christian, pauper or king
It seems more than religion can bring
Sweetheart your "soul locker" is divine
For all those who believe we can shine
To see what we are, our emotional spine
Your God has the key to your inner shrine
Dad, now I see my souls true intent
My legacy, morals what I represent
I can let in religion, with my consent
My soul is the true me, that I present
When I die
Give my poetry to my daughter
I want her to get to know my inner thoughts
To get to really know her father
When I’m gone
May my poems motivate and guide you
Let the pages be my soul
And you can always take me with you
When I die
Just know that each poem
Is a part of me
Pieces of a puzzle
Like a painting you alone were meant to see
When I’m gone
Know that my favorite poems I never put in writing
Instead
Its in the memories of the times I spend with you
In your heart is where you’ll find me
When I die
If there’s anything you take from me
Let it be that your the author of your book
And the writer of your story
D.Christian
JESUS LESSONS
When I was little I would cry out to my mama
‘Bout skinned up knees things unfair
Up on her lap I’d find my comfort,
Learned my first Jesus lessons there.
She would tell me
Remember that your Father loves you,
He walks beside you every day.
Turn your face to His glory
When everything’s not going your way.
The enemy is out to get you,
The enemy, he wants your soul
Listen Baby, to your mama’s warning
Don’t forget who’s in control.
Jesus is in control.
A little older, I still cried out to my mama
‘Bout fights with friends who done me wrong
She’d hold me tight, listen to my drama
And remind me that only with Him am I strong.
All grown up, still crying to my mama
‘Bout broken hearts and bygone dreams,
She’d listen kindly, with eyes full of love
Gently reminding me that only Jesus redeems.
She gently climbed upon my lap,
A nine-year-old with curly blonde hair,
Waking me from a pleasant nap,
And said, “Daddy, I want to know why.”
Tearing sleepy cobwebs away,
Her words echoed through my groggy head,
My dear one, What was that you said?
I said, “Daddy, I want to know why.”
Why did Jesus die on the cross?
Why did God choose to live everywhere?
Why do we say the Lord’s prayer?
Why do you kneel with me when I pray?
With questions of what, how, and when,
So simple and yet very intense,
I pondered how could I begin,
These questions went beyond common sense.
I realized how unprepared,
Just how shallow my understanding,
About things I tritely declared,
And, woefully, left some answers pending.
I spoke to God about my pain,
And prayed that He would forgive my faults,
Help me ne’er to falter again,
To tell my child what the Bible taught.
These questions aren’t easy at all,
Answers aren’t to be taken lightly,
Children don’t want to be stonewalled,
So tell them lovingly, tell them rightly.
"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." - Jack Freestone
Such is a carnal perspective
midst human nature's sexy frame...
yet Dad, with divine directive
taught us, his daughters, godly claim.
A real man... according to Dad
wants the best for his girl so dear
to look well, whatever the fad
since what matters most is heart's gear.
Instilled with Dad’s wisdom so true
I love looking good with smart zest
not affected by others’ view
as long as God favours my best.
"You gave her heart, you gave her your breathe;
A loving family, she was my sis;
We miss you Moore;
You speech was golden;
You heart did help;
We miss you so,
Passion chosen glorious
You are your Father's Child, Daughter you rise;
Gone back home forth eternity long;
We will see you on thee O' by N by for sure;
We miss you so
We miss you Moore
Elohim Father thank you for loaning us Beloved "
Ella Pearl Moore
7/24/2023
BELOVED DAUGHTER ELLA We Miss you MOORE
Written a dedicated verse by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©
Inside womb’s gentle fortress
babe safely thrived
nurtured well
with loving care
while her mother treasured
her as precious gift…
expecting for her arrival.
Now in the Intensive Care Unit
she, in her golden years
earnestly beseeches God
for mother’s life-extension
so they can both cherish
redeeming time* as diamond
midst their togetherness.
*Ephesians 5:15-17 See then that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise, Redeeming the time, because the days are evil. Wherefore be ye not unwise, but understanding what the will of the Lord is.
June 11, 2023
I love my daughter
My God loves her you know
We all have an Absalom
A little in you and me
a little in those we love
And to my dying breath you know
Absalom will be with me
I'm so tired so tired answering questions
Ends with Absalom holding my hand
Away from here at last, tomorrow at last
Today at last you know
We will pick flowers together
in the garden with the Gardener
we will pick up the pieces
and put them back together
not like we tried before, you know
I looked in her direction she smiled
I've seen it before maybe more than once
I woke up and looked in her direction
You know It's all in a dream what can I say
Maybe it will happen again
Dearest Daughter
(written for Amy)
My dearest daughter,
we just met,
but I know I know you,
from your father's words.
You are full of laughter,
and your eyes sparkle with joy.
You make him laugh
and talk of funny times,
and silly rhymes.
My dearest daughter,
we just met,
but I know I know you,
from the first time I saw you,
to the first time we spoke...
Your words are music,
a sweet melody, of hope.
You called me mom,
and my heart was lifted,
You called me mom,
and I knew I had been gifted.
My dearest daughter,
we just met,
but I know I know you,
and in all the years ahead...
they will only add to my memories,
cherished over time,
and gathered like flowers in a basket,
shells on a beach,
stars in the sky...
all full of wonder.
My dearest daughter,
we just me,
but I know I know you.
Author Dana Redricks
July 19, 2022
My dear Child, my love for you is unconditional. We may not always agree, but nothing can change the love I have for you. I remember when I found out I was going to have you and the joy that filled my heart. You see, my doctor told me that I couldn't conceive, but my God had other plans for me. I remember the first day I held you in my arms, and even then you tried to talk to me. Since then we have experienced a lot, but through it all one thing remains constant and that is my love I have for you. No matter what we face I know, and no matter where you go my heart, and my home will always have room for you.