Christian Family Poems | Examples
These Christian Family poems are examples of Family poems about Christian. These are the best examples of Family Christian poems written by international poets.
Awed
blest
star-struck
divinely
I’m gripped with hope’s bliss
sublimely glowing from heaven, sparkling bright
midst divine engagement that radiates parents' love…
…engulfing me in their presence, warming my heart, kindling home's bond, always lingering…
…yearning for eternal reunion beyond celestial glory while fulfilling stewardship duties devoid of ephemeral gain…
…upheld by faith’s strength, believing in God’s promise, asserting this Scriptural truth: "And they that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the firmament; and they that turn many to righteousness as the stars for ever and ever."
Today is a day unlike any other.
Sun rises, as it always does,
Light and Life eternal,
But today we notice it
In a personal way.
Children laughing and playing
Fueled with chocolates
Eager as hounds
Hunt for eggs
As all around scents and sights,
Symbols and signs of fertility,
A whole world born again
In the particular,
Multiply and grow
With the simple innocence
Of bunnies hopping
Through wet lawns
Heavy with the morning dew
Of a fresh spring day
Unlike any other.
(4/5/26)
Holiday celebrations now start
As Christmas carols chime with delight
Marking long yuletide thanksgiving feast
That vanquishes dearth's attack…
Yes, our family yearns for reunion-bliss
Blest with God's love until New Year comes.
ALEXANDRIA
I came late to Jesus,
Got cancer before my time,
Watched my husband die,
Found my baby drowned.
What did I do wrong?
Followed His church’s way,
Never missed a Sunday mass,
Confessed my sins religiously.
Refused to hear the call
For contraception—
That was not God’s way.
I made Him a dozen babies.
Why’d he punish me?
My faith wasn’t always strong.
Still, I never strayed,
Took communion regularly.
I prepare myself to meet my Maker.
Doctor says I only have a day or two.
Jesus, come to me—
Save me from eternal void.
Souls connected through time
Coupled together by love and blood
Arranged into families
Realizing where that thread originated and
Leads, tells us who we are.
Engineered by the Creator
To bring about His will
Time to open our eyes
Hear with our ears the
Reality before us.
Evidenced by the blood lines
Aligned back and back, leading us to
Deliverance!
‘I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins.’ - Lauren Eden
light of love
prevails in our home
radiating kindness glow
triumphantly warming hearts
despite gloom-caused hurts
revealing concern and care
as empathy reigns
until now
gripping our children
and now lingering
brightening family’s legacy with gratitude
to God* Who is the Builder of love-lit homes
*Psalm 127:1 Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the Lord keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.
April 1, 2025
7th place, "Light or Shadows" Suzette Prime Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 4/9/2025
Bidding goodbye to single blessedness
beauteous sister braves aisle toward marital bliss
blooming with her bridal bouquet, God*-bestowed
beaming midst hopeful best from heart’s abyss.-
*2 Corinthians 9:8 - And God is able to make all grace abound toward you; that ye, always having all sufficiency in all things, may abound to every good work.
February 28, 2025
7th place, "Saints and poets maybe - Simplified" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 3/9/2025
You have caused a world of pain,
making me feel like you had me by a chain.
My life and spirit you did drain,
I cried like a heavy rain.
Field of forgiveness is an art,
one needs to make a new start.
It comes from a loving heart,
when one is very smart.
Forgiveness must be for me,
it is not about thee.
I need to be set free,
then I can flee.
Joyful Jill is always glad*
In the Lord, she’s never sad
She does pray for Mom and Dad
To smile, even they are mad.
Joyful Jill hates being sad
And she likes Jack to feel glad
They both pray for Mom and Dad
For good health when they get mad.
*Psalms 32:11 Be glad in the LORD, and rejoice, ye righteous: and shout for joy...
November 1, 2024
4th place, "Jill Nursery Rhyme" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 11/18/2024
Bone Beach is where we first met,
remember that huge wave that got us wet?
I loved us walking in the sand,
picking up seashells in our hand.
The cool water licked our feet,
the bright sun gave off too much heat.
The date was over way too fast
why couldn't the day last?
Bone Beach is where we will wed,
our vows will be read.
Both saying I do,
under a pretty sky of blue.
A great day it will be,
with family and friend as we eat brie.
The day will end way to soon,
then we will be on our honeymoon.
Notice: from here on
poets, only write about posies
and rosies -- aching heart
with drippy nosies is OK if
kept politically correct --
No sex differentiation allowed
Be not definite, and be proud.
Be spiritual, but no mention
of god -- Light is alright,
but do not suggest of Light
divine relationship and Christian
connotation
poet, forget your old beloved nation
let new government sanction your
heart, -- consider the empathetic IRS
before you start --
Wisely stay atop the water
For greater clarification inquire
Democrat's New World Order................
I heard the special child uttered his wow
Midst yehey and yay gestures can allow
Shouting love for Mom with zest
Who does give dead level best…
By her caring deed --- morning, noon or now.
Dad can attest that such is true indeed
Since Mom is civic Ma’am with teaching creed
Having strict tenet, yet sweet
Fixing bib as son does eat…
She’s our madam God blest, meeting home need.
Special child triumphs midst physical zest
Expressing his love with warm gestures’ best
As his hugs and embrace
Reign over wheelchair race
Making him the winner in running test!
In pursuit to be champ in sports fest
Our special son is cheered to the fullest
While siblings with God's grace*
Drive him for success-pace
So, they all receive trophy, feeling blest!
*2 Corinthians 12:9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
May 14, 2024
4th place, "A New Funny or Bawdy Limerick Set" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 5/25/2024
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!"
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. ~