Orphanage Poems - Poems about Orphanage

Mothering instincts perked up... ... heart to succor invites now offers haven of God's love* while blest soul welcomes midst hope those seeking refuge from woes and faith is propped to shelter orphans yon prayer delight *Romans 5:8 But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. July 21, 2025 3rd place, "WHAT HAPPENED AFTER"...

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Its the sight waft of rotting flesh That first hits you While the smartly dressed Smiling warden ushers you in, Through narrow turnstiles There are rows of enclosures A maze of them, a maze of the wild Its like a snapshot of danger A dangerous predator-laden savanna Danger enclosed Lions... You will hear their shouting matches Royal majestic roars Like cage competitions Even the females join in While one stares...

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There resided in an Orphanage, called Blessedville Lovely girls whose names are Charitybelle, Faithgayle and Hopedelle. They are best friends and in prayer they are aligned Asking God to give them adoptive parents who are kind… Yet they must wait for guardians with good heart and mind. One day, their home was visited by Mr. and Mrs. Kompassion Giving all...

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I was going to build an orphanage We would develop our own village Everyone would feel loved We could call everyone mother and father Grandparents would teach skills to us We would learn to play the piano The singers would form a choir The swimmers would learn every kind of stroke There would be a hospital and a rescue center for pets The children...

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Life building is your calling upon faith strength, prevailing trusting God Who’s propelling your mission in care-giving. With the Lord propping your zest patience you show by love’s best steadfast though challenges test praying for progress that’s blest. Life builders … such a great role to raise kids well is your goal mentoring to heart and soul divine task along hope’s pole. God surely beholds your...

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I went to an orphanage on my birthday Thought I would become a sad that day Saw children of all ages joyously playing Carefree, they were laughing, enjoying Each smiled on receiving gift from me Taught me to live in present with glee 14.10.2021...

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Offering love and care from the Lord Understanding individual uniqueness Respecting each one along ministerial glow… Optimizing blessed compassion welfare Reinforcing liberty with responsibility Practicing patience midst prayer pursuits Hoisting hope upon kind helpfulness Asserting appreciation for God’s mercies Nurturing and nourishing every resident Affirming Christ’s goodness* always abounding Gearing faith for blessed transformation Establishing hearts to live with peace and gratitude. *Psalm 52:1…The goodness...

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True stories are often the saddest, so go to another poem if you are afraid of this one. Seventy-five years ago a Mommy died leaving a boy of two with her husband, a farmer. The husband was a father, but no Daddy; he plopped the motherless child in an orphanage. But refused to relinquish his rights, even though...

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Walking With My Mother Past Ursuline Convent and Orphanage (Camp Street) she remembered meals eaten in silence agar jelly dessert, the bitterness of seaweed washed down with milk rounders with the girls – the clack of the bat connecting with the ball exhilaration running the bases later in the dorm Sister Mary Alphonse called an early silence (to quell excitement ?) daily chapel...

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Images That Make You Think - Picture #4 Sponsor: Silent One A sweet song sung for the orphanage tonight, A refuge that resides one thousand miles away, Poor lil’ James still puts on a good fight, All he wants to do is learn to read and play. Every now and then I fly there; it opens my eyes, All the luxuries we...

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That big house was built in the seventeen century when the faith in God was strong, it told many stories of men with bruised hands and chiseled faces; they built it with craft and embellished it with stained-glass windows; girls in their pretty black dresses looked outside and contemplated sunsets for long. I bumped into a frail woman leaning...

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I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear I...

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Small boy in an orphanage , his lyric written down, he’s thought about it several days, hoping now it’s found folded to an airplane, through the window to the crowd but no one see’s the message, no one hears the sound The orphanage so crowed, they do the best they can the outside world can...

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there's a lot like us mom's died and left us homeless not putting our trust in anything especially the government owning nothing to our names we can only afford dreams at least they calm the pain of this hustle we hope to see Jesus in the streets when the boys in khaki suits ambush us take us to central station and label us vagabonds....

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