Baptism Inspirational Poems | Examples

These Baptism Inspirational poems are examples of Inspirational poems about Baptism. These are the best examples of Inspirational Baptism poems written by international poets.

(Voices of Galileo & Pythagoras)

On this day—
September 9th, 2025,
an echo rose from the ninth portal of the universe.

Galileo spoke:
"Mathematics is the language
with which God has written the universe."

The proof was everywhere—
the ninth month,
the ninth day,
the year 2025
folding into the number 9.

A trinity appeared:
999.
And when I added 9 + 9 + 9 = 27—
it fell again to 9.

A cycle completed.
A circle closed.

Galileo’s voice trembled:
"This happens once in nine years.
The world has finished one chapter—
and now, it begins another."

I asked—
“What does this cycle mean for humanity?”

He answered:
"Nine is compassion.
Nine is wisdom.
Nine is completion—
and awakening.
It calls the soul to service,
to live for the greater good."

Then Pythagoras appeared,
his face burning with sorrow and light:
"The world was in meditation—
now it awakens.
The true hearts of compassion
will rise for humanity’s sake."

We raised our eyes to the stars.
They shimmered as if lifting glasses with us.

And we whispered:
“September 9th, 2025—
the day of 999.
A cycle ends.
A cycle begins.
Cheers.

© Chanda Katonga   

I see You lightly
in the dark of me
Divine Contrast

I see You purely
in my unfiltered zones
You, the candle of my being
a lantern in my wanderer's woods

A beacon on Redemption Shore
guiding me back
from a journey's edge

Lord, I am tired

I seek the dock of my
blessed return
Lord, I am deeply saturated
longing

Deeply sorry for falling
having learned
all directions are back to You

Lord, I am ready
Lord, show mercy
I am truly sorry

© Joe Dimino  

Father
I feel so good to be loved by you
Also father
I must tell you that
I need to be loved by somebody
And that somebody is you
Father
Also you have made me
With your holy hands
Many years ago
And you took good
Care of me
Because I was a baby
And I needed lots of care
Changing my diapers
Every two hours
I was a lot of work for you
But the only way I could communicate
With you was by crying
A few months later
I had my baptism
A few months later I Had grown a bit
And I was a chubby baby
And one year later I stop
Wearing finally diapers
I became a beautiful boy
And I started my childhood
My father had played with me
For a few hours every day
Then I had a nap in the afternoon
For a couple hours

© aldo kraas  

Father
I feel so good to be loved by you
Also father
 I must tell you that
I need to be loved by somebody
And that somebody is you
Father
Also you have made me
With your holy hands
Many years ago
And you took good
Care of me
Because I was a baby
And I needed lots of care
Changing my diapers
Every two hours
I was a lot of work for you
But the only way I could communicate
With you was by crying
A few months later
I had my baptism
A few months later I Had grown a bit
And I was a chubby baby
And one year later I stop
Wearing finally diapers
I became a beautiful boy
And I started my childhood
My father had played with me
For a few hours every day
Then I had a nap in the afternoon
For a couple hours

© aldo kraas  

Because she is there
Being baptize
By my Father
She is somebody's child
And all her parents
Witness her being baptize
She never cried once
AIso she is her parents little girl
Dressed in her pink dress
For her baptism

© aldo kraas  

Line of inquiry:
blessings from above
transformed lust to love
delusion to illumination
earth-heaven bilocation

It wasn’t spring, with all its flowery shadows
Who taught me wonders too startling to explain
More stirring than any rhyme I could compose

It wasn’t summer, with its smiles and dancing rain
Who taught me beauty far gentler than a tear
More light than my soul could possibly contain

It wasn’t autumn with her navy skies so clear
Who taught me melodies, songs of joy and grace
More startling than the wind who hears our prayer

It wasn’t winter with snow my heart would embrace
Who taught me of a love that would never end
More sure that I’d shortly meet Him face to face

Seasons passed and my broken heart He would mend
He soon changed me and came to be my best friend

© Regina Mcintosh  

Breathless feelings, doubts defaulted
Praise for One who made me aware
Each twinkling, the gift of prayer
Raising souls so they’re exalted

Grace becomes the spirit’s promise
Breathless feelings, doubts defaulted
Hope the word of God has salted
Love won’t fail the doubting Thomas

Beauty beyond compare, God’s gift
Fears and tears His light assaulted
Breathless feelings, doubts defaulted
Worship, prayers, promise to lift

Dark despair His kindness halted
Where I am, He is my delight
I live to know of His insight
Breathless feelings, doubts defaulted

© Regina Mcintosh  

JOHN THE BAPTIST 
J ohn was a man who was the cousin of Jesus
O ut of the ordinary person was he and more then a prophet
H is work was cut out before his birth and his parents knew it
N ever would he forsake his calling for he understood it well
T he forerunner of our blessed Savior had a work to do
H e called all sinners to repentance while living in desert land
E ntering into his work through the strength of the Holy Spirit
B aptizing all including his Master for this he was called to do
A pplying the words of God to the living every day of his life
p reparing the way for the Savior to enter an example for human life
T aking the backseat poor John was willing to do or die for his Lord
I nsisting that men go follow the Master and enter a life that is pure
S urrendering his will to do all he could to smooth the Savior's path
T hen at last dying at the hands of evil men with his heart still serving his Lord
 Copyright, Kathryn Search

© Kathryn Search  

Pilfered promises
Needless to my somethings
Landslide refractions
Where angels think twice to tread
And fools rush to their finish

© Dave Collins  

Life on earth having, so much of worth
Situations will never be as smooth cotton cloth
You must fight untill your death
Life is an unpredictable microbes broth
You think of few things, expect many things but you get a different one
It's all about handling the situations, being stable, staying calm
One must remove, clean his, her unpredictable situations with a neat clean cotton cloth from the heart and has to move on in his, her path
Life is never an easy path, try to be like a ruth
Life is about handling the death, dealing with your breath
Using your breath to redeem from the death, rebirth.
Life on earth is having so much of worth,live in a right path to become a holy cloth.

© Yerra Praneeth  

If you don’t believe
It is for you, I grieve

If you don’t see the truth
It could be you’re a youth

If you don’t understand His plan
Designed before the world began

If you don’t take time to pray
There is still hope for God’s way

If you don’t trust His grace
His spirit hearts will embrace

If you refuse to see God’s glory
You may not appreciate His story

Please listen to His voice
You always have a choice

He is the way, the truth, the life
To save souls, He was the sacrifice

Simply listen to Him and believe
His Salvation you will surely receive

© Regina Mcintosh  

Anoint me   Father but long champion of life
Anoint me  the possibilities of love 
Anoint me O' Father with her effervescent  presence 
That are in a your beauty show 
Anoint me my God Father with a captivating love 
Grant me the village of her heart beating soul 
Anoint me O' Father that I may
Always listen to her voice 
Allow me to touch her soul and embrace her heart 
Anoint me Father in her presence and all forgiving 
Allow me to be receiving anoint me Father for her

3/22/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2022

© James Edward Lee Sr.  

THE WELL

The emptiness inside,
unfathomably deep,
indescribably wide,
a void that will not fill
though pack it tight we will
with endless striving:
relationships, places, things.
Hauntingly, the space remains
a vacuum.

There is a well, a living spring,
meant to baptize everything:
the emptiness,
the blank charades,
soul voids that hunger,
pain,
sorrows that wrench,
guilt that gnaws,
the Destroyer’s grasping claws 
feeding his own emptiness.

Plunge in the Well, the flowing spring,
immerse the soul,
drink fullness, clean,
Christ alone, the water living,
fills every void,
all forgiving:
haunting guilts,
all crushing sorrows,
blessed hope for each tomorrow.
He fills us, fills us ever
that we thirst again 
never.

Copyright January 5, 2022

© Faye Gibson  

Buddha numerics
Time between death and rebirth
cosmic waiting room















(bardo- intermediate space of time between 
death and rebirth. Symbolically, 7 to
49 days in Buddhist time.)

© Dave Collins  

I had another one of those moments this week,
Although I did not feel weak, 
Or meek, 
And certainly not a freak, 
As the tears ran down my cheek.

I doubt the validity of anyone who watched the Indian production,
  Of the 1897 battle of Saragarhi,
And never got a little weepy. 

I had to look up to see if the events were true,
Before I could relate to you, 
How an outpost manned by so few,
Held out so long until death was their due,
So, the people in nearby forts, were rescued on cue. 

21 brave Sikh,
Who fought in bare feet,
Achieving an impossible feat.

Honoured by the British under whose flag they fought,
Their homeland their only motivating thought,
As for long hours they kept the enemy out,
Even after their ammunition ran out.

It is a celebrated military event,
Even after more than a century people still lament,
While honouring what such bravery meant. 

I will now always remember the 12th of September,
And my heart will feel tender,
Because of the event and  the movie that brought tears to such an extent.

© David Smith