Christian Husband Poems | Examples
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The husband and father needed today,
Guided by the Pillar of Fire by night, and Cloud by day.
His Chief Shepherd the Lord, provider of house and home.
He knows with God, he’s not alone.
Eager to work beyond his pay,
his family his fuel, throughout the day.
He rises early, back to the sun,
When everyone’s resting, his works not done.
Brings home the kill, goes back for more,
kissing his queen before leaving his door.
He is the brain behind the helm,
braves the storms of life, and overwhelm.
Herds the cattle, whether beast or men,
His house and family to defend.
Gives only his queen his precious seed,
His name and honor, seeks to breed.
Raises daughters of honor, boys to men,
His lady his loyal and faithful friend.
Looks to God alone, when his strength gives way,
Trusts only the Lord to save the day.
Brings mirth to his children, and joy to his wife,
For them he’d fight, and lay down his life.
The husband and father needed today,
Is men among men in every way.
Yet he is soft in heart as his arms are strong,
He is everything right amidst everything wrong.
equivalent
but different
in design
complementary
notwithstanding
the patriarchal mind
*** This Painting I Do ***
(A Devotion Poem for Jim)
It is my heart
Painting your portrait
Out over this paper
After I caught your profile,
When you weren’t looking,
Casting your attention
In another direction,
While I blended in
The colors of your chin,
And you hadn’t known that
I’d peeked over
Your well-kept
Walls of mystery, which
Usually…no, always even I
Do not cross…But
Today the artist, I,
Let my sight spy
To set down the contour lines
Of your portrait, which
I promise when completed
To then hide this artwork
From the view of anyone else:
Beneath a cross-hatched weave
Of a thousand tiny strokes
Of glittering beams of gold,
And shining rays of silver,
Stippled stars overall to consume
You — silhouetted by all the light
Of God’s gracing and
My loving heart’s way
Of seeing you.
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(C) sally young eslinger 12/10/2022
Thanks be to God…
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(C) sally young eslinger 12/10/2022
Thanks be to God…
His knowledge was his untapped wellspring,
After 93 years of learning anew;
He valued knowing something about everything,
From construction & farming, to baseball & screws.
Early in life, a dairy farm taught him,
To think on his feet, with vast common sense;
Learning math at the sawmill, he estimated lumber,
And rebuilt old motors, appliances & fences.
For years he delivered, automobile parts,
To Tar Heel cities & Outer Banks towns;
Till one day, Wayne County rewarded his smarts,
With leadership to run, their buildings and grounds.
A Lion's Club/Odd Fellow—active for decades,
Making differences in the lives of many;
A loyal church member, a Jack of all trades,
Directing great efforts, that helped countless plenty!
Later in life, he started Smith’s Crafts,
With Logs that told Weather--Cow Clocks that told time;
Wrote a book on a bell, he loved to autograph,
Reading local history aloud, literary passion sublime!
His legacy is people, warm and loving,
Celebrating them in visits near and far;
Shelton Eugene Smith, Sr. a one-of-a-kind,
Honored by many, remembered by all!
(In honor & Memory of one of the world’s most fascinating men)
In Flight ***
Husband, on alert
To any change in my every breath —
My darling, my caretaker, so
Always concerned —
As you sit there across from
My perhaps sleeping —
during these long hours —
I wonder
Do you ever wonder
where I am?
Do you see how I have traveled
With my soul — far? Far.
Does the glinting line of my tears
Give any hint?
Does your heart call out for
Search parties
To trample, to poke through the dried leaves
Of my journals — recorded journeys —
and then go on to investigate
Evidence of my years of unstoried flights
That I hope your soul will come to join,
To a touch Divine.
Prayer sends Glory’s tears to run over
Onto my pillow.
Do not fear,
I journey far
Beyond valleys and mountains
In music
— Leaving trails of breadcrumbs
As directed by the Holy Spirit...
So meant
To follow. Follow.
— I am not here.
Selah.
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(c) sally young eslinger 7/2022
From the original 2020
Thanks be to God…
Real Men
Bigger than life,
the man I married,
is/was everything and more,
I thought before,
I said I do.
He took care of his family,
and joined the service.
He fought for his country,
and the freedom of all.
He stood when he should,
knelt when he had to,
and prayed every day...
of his life.
He was/is head of the house,
for every good reason,
in all the seasons,
hard and easy to decorate.
A stone in grief,
a rock in hardship,
ever God his Captain,
and Mighty Commander.
In the end,
when life was sad,
he had to go,
you know.
Even heroes,
walk slowly,
from carrying;
the burdens of others,
talk lowly; (barely heard, nearly a whisper)
as wisdom (wasted on the foolish at any age)
has given them great worth.
The power of their words,
not less but more,
than ever before,
and then
they are just...
gone.
I’m a good woman, beautiful
I know my worth
I deserve a man who is good for me
Not a narsusis who don’t care about who he hurt
I know my worth
I respect him and he respect me
We would be Equally yoked
He would stand up for me
And love me quietly
We won’t tell our business to anybody
Until God blesses me with that kind of love
I’ll just thank God for what I have, find my purpose and thank God that I am blessed
I’d rather be plain hard to get
To any man
I’m worth his patience
I understand
That I am the prize
That I am a blessing from the most high
I know my worth
I need a man who is confident and
When he see me he know that we can grow
Together spiritually
And I am THE option and not an option
When he see me,No other woman matter
His eye is on me
The one knows his Queen
A dream of boundless hope inspired me.
A new thought and aspiration thrilled my soul.
If men could learn to love unselfishly
Oh the renaissance this hurting world would see.
If only men would truly love their wives.
I think of women yearning for a man
Who would put her needs high above his own;
Who would take the time to truly understand
To be kind and there to lend a helping hand.
If only men would truly love their wives.
I envision countless girls and boys transformed
By seeing what it means to truly love.
Families, relationships would be reborn
And broken hearts and lives would be reformed.
If only men would truly love their wives.
I believe that inner healing would begin
The world would see new victory over
Crime, self-hate and leagues of sin.
Contentment, joy, could live again
If only men would truly love their wives.
I predict that stress, divorce, divides
Would fall if love in men would upward rise.
Healing would in every way reside
In every home where active love abides.
If only men would truly love their wives.
Melania spotted a louse
And caught a cab home sans her spouse
When Barron asked, "Why?"
She said with a sigh,
"Your father is in the dog house!"
Well, Ivanka soon learned the score
And despatched a nurse to the door
Nurse said, "There's a nut
Who barks like a mutt;
And groped me like I was an whore!"
Well, Ivanka's heart was so glad
For she knew that nut was her dad
She said, "Never fear
My dad's somewhat qu*eer;
His manners are ever so bad!"
Melania went out on the lawn
Exactly where Donald had gone
She called for a scoop
To pick up the poop
That Sessions had left and stepped on
Donald thought he'd bark out a tweet
Then he saw Melania's feet
He said, "Its a pity
That you feel so shi*ty
But the nurse has got something sweet."
Melania could smell a rat
And looked where the nurse had just sat
It seems a quick cuddle
Had left a wet puddle
Proving Donald had got it down Pat
Melania noticed a trend
Where Donald went off the deep end
So she could surmise
The President lies
And on that she could always depend
The Danger of Adultery!
I knew someone who thought
"things would get better."
He had children and a wife.
But he left her.
He met a lady, who "captivated his eyes."
He was charmed with her "beauty" and lies.
His wife loved God and the
kids with all her heart.
"How could this happen?"
This question "ripped her apart."
As a family. They went to church...
and did their "Sunday best."
How could this "happy" family
turn into such a mess?
Temptation can happen to
the rich or poor...
Be careful what you allow to
enter your heart's door.
Whether you've been
a "Christian" for "20 years..."
One foolish act can cause
heartache and tears.
What God has given to you...
Let no one take way.
No matter what others think,
or what they say.
Stay true to God! You'll be
glad you did!
His love and joy will bless you
each day that you live!
Jesus is HERE NOW!
He’ll never leave you alone!
Allow HIM to bring true love and
restore your home!
By Jim Pemberton 04/01/16
What if we proclaimed our love each day?
What if our actions always pointed that way?
What if our marriage could transform our life?
What if we loved being husband and wife?
What if our hearts were knit as one?
What if we shared life, whatever may come?
What if we both trusted each with our life?
What if we loved being husband and wife?
What if grace and forgiveness reined our home?
What if time together trumped time spent alone?
What if our differences were adventures in life?
What if we loved being husband and wife?
What if I prayed for you ,my sister my bride?
What if I encouraged you whatever the tide?
What if I heeded your wisdom and insight?
What if I loved being husband and wife?
What if you saw me as your brother, your love?
What if you drew your strength from above?
What if you trusted God's plan in my life?
What if you loved being husband and wife?
What if we vow that we are one?
What if we devote our life to the Son?
What if we correct our view about life?
Now that we love being husband and wife.
Why are they tip toeing around this room
I wonder who they are and what they want
Sometimes they scare me with the needles
I like that kind man that comes in and smiles
I see something in his eyes that appear sad
After a while, I let him hold my hand and sit
He talks of people, telling me all about them
Sometimes, I feel a stir in my mind about them
Just a rose will do, I tell this man who came in
I always love roses, but not sure how I know
He doesn't seem to understand me; it's a rose
Anyone knows what a rose is, it's that red thing
He tried to kiss me but I turn my head everytime
I don't know him enough for that lip stuff he wants
A tear in his eyes like I always see as he leaves
Something inside me breaks but not sure what
All I want to do is call that man back to hold me
I don't remember his name right now; I'm so tired
I close my eyes and everything turns cloudy white
Next person I see is Jesus welcoming me home
I remember it all now, goodbye precious husband
Laity are sent to engage in society
That the kingdom of Eternal God can grow among them
Your Heart is
Big and Mysterious,
My charming Husband.
Beating hard on a bike ride
Pulling our family onward
You listen to your earphones.
Besting me, admonishing me
Yet believing in me... Your faith
is Jewish/Buddhist/Christian.
Amused during thrillers
Belittling the monsters I fear
Sarcasm is your weapon.
Breaking stride, you smile
I know what you want
You're my patron.
You're my person.
Two doves perchèd upon the throne of God
Fore'er indebted in wedlock'd bond.
True love cannot be measured with a rod.
Like ripples on the Lord's celestial pond.
Bouquet of wild aster both shall pick
In gardens, both share harvest of their love
with children who will compliment them quick
We bless them both with light from Heav'n above
As love has taken hold of man and wife
And may that bond be blessèd with glad cheer
Together they will start their Christian life
And let us not shed ev'n single tear
Love's purity is like the fallen snow
Part not until they tread where angels go.