Baby Islamic Poems | Examples
These Baby Islamic poems are examples of Islamic poems about Baby. These are the best examples of Islamic Baby poems written by international poets.
Oliver you are a beautiful baby
That God had create you in his image
And also you are one of God's children
Also God love you without limits
When you are hungry your mother will breastfeed you
Don't you worry Oliver because you mother wont let you starve
Also you will have lots of naps in the afternoon
Oliver you are a chubby baby
But I am sure it will end one day
You mother sings a lullaby to put you to sleep
And that helps to put you to sleep
I believe that you love music Oliver
At prayer I received a vision
of three wise women
Muslim, Christian and Jew
inspiring hope.
Guided from Jerusalem
by the light of artillery flares
they venture into Gaza
defying warnings of danger
to find a woman who's given birth.
She and her baby shelter
under a concrete slab
surrounded by dust and devastation.
The three offer gifts
of milk, bread and a blanket.
Returning,
they prophesy
that the child will grow
to be a Saviour
bringing peace
among the descendants of Abraham.
Meanwhile
the father finds
a donkey and cart
for their escape into Egypt
to wait for the terror to cease.
Saviour day
A baby birth in a manger, was God gift to his creation on earth, his life was foretold, he was born with a loving purpose on the saviour day.
He came to teach us of his father endless love for his children's who have lost their way, his gift to us all began on the saviour day.
In a garden the anguish of his journey began to show as the price of sin sacrefice he was willing to pay for us on saviour day.
On the cross, his father redeeming love sacrefice he did pay, now we are coming to the true millennium for the reason of saviour day.
The true journey began in the manger in Bethelem, because a loving father yearn to heal the unpayable debt on the saviour day.
As we face the meaning of his Sacrefice two thousand years ago, it was because of this day we are redeemed when is your saviour day.
Though it began on the day of his birth, until the completion of his journey upon the cross as his father sacrefice there's no saviour day.
"Does god take a daily shytte?"
"Of course not."
"But I thought god could do anything."
"He can."
"Even take a shytte?"
"I suppose so."
"Would it be magic shytte? Should I rub it on my body?"
"I don't know."
"If he was a goddess he could've given birth to the universe, but since he's a guy, maybe the universe is god's shytte."
"Maybe."
"So that's your doctrine? God shytte the world? That WOULD explain a lot. You're shytte, I'm shytte, the whole world is shytte."
"That's not my doctrine."
"But Jesus had to shytte didn't he?"
"When god became a man he had to shytte, yes."
"I bet THAT was some magical shytte. I seem to recall an Arabic Christian legend of people begging Mary for baby Jesus's dirty diapers and they smeared his gooey pooey all over themselves to cure leprosy and the pox."
"I suppose his shytte WOULD have to be miraculous."
"Yah you betcha, magic shytte, that's what religion's all about!"
Who may reveal mystery of the stars, moon and light
from the curtain he controls, philosophers say
men bow to worship the cow, cross and clay
and in this quarrel often they are in battle array.
Dawn fires arrows of light on the face of earth
man stares knowing nothing like a baby to blame
lips play across the milky surrounding of the necklace
O, heaven whips hunter of the fate around the game.
Not only the prominence of beauty and knowledge but;
is awarded with discipline among the creatures around
those who standby the truth up to the last
may Lord provide of them a few to win the ground.