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Churches have long served as a center for spirituality and community, and poets have been moved by these sanctuaries to reflect on their value.
Church poetry explores themes of religion, community, and connection, providing a distinctive viewpoint on the religious experience.
These church poems, which range from humorous and lighthearted to well-known and inspirational, represent the many dimensions of the church and its role in our lives.
These poems about church provide a thoughtful and interesting take on what church means, whether you are a believer or merely interested in learning more about the place of religion in society.
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Funny Church Poems
Add some humor to your appreciation of church with interesting poems about church that celebrate its quirks and foibles.
1. First Funny Noel
by Clive Williams
Noel Noel Noel Noel!
“Ahh shut up!
Who is there screaming that name?”
“It is just us Christmas singers giving you fame.”
“That I don’t need for in it I already dwell
No one is more humble than a born king of Israel”
“O yes!
The stars lit the way on your day of birth.
The day Christ the king had graced Earth.
Oh noel let us sing this song.
It is just a humble and beautiful Christmas song.
We promise we won’t keep you up too long.”
“Very well, but first let me get a hot cup of tea for the night is cold
And my bunny slippers to warm my toes.”
Come my shepherd, they honor us this night
As God’s grace shine from the stars this marvelous light.
2. I Didn’t Go to Church Today
by Ogden Nash
I didn’t go to church today,
I trust the Lord to understand.
The surf was swirling blue and white,
The children swirling on the sand.
He knows, He knows how brief my stay,
How brief this spell of summer weather,
He knows when I am said and done
We’ll have plenty of time together
3. Keeping Mum
by Sneha Rv
Reindeer wait
by the pane
I see shapes
A present!
Santa thinks
I’m asleep
Smells like mum
lent Santa
her perfume?
4. Little Men and the Hen
by Arthur Vaso
Chirp chirp chirp
Cluck cluck cluck cluck
Drivel
Snivel
Dirty little men
One insane wee little hen
Let me introduce you
To a really big huge man
A heart sent from angels
A voice lowered from the heavens
A man whose humble heart
Can squash a 1000 little men
So when in life you see a fork in the road
Remember
You can be the Hen
Or you can be the bigger man
5. Nobody Knows the Rubble I Have Seen
by Caren Krutsinger
No one knows the rubble I’ve seen.
Nobody knows but DEEEshus.
I stop washing dishes and turn around.
My four-year-old is belting this out with gusto.
These dishes?
She nods.
Where did you learn it?
In church.
Okay.
6. Ancient Footles
by Isaiah Zerbst
1. Walls of Jericho:
Giddy
City
2. Moses:
Hopper
Stopper
3. The Egyptians:
Water
Fodder
4. Jael:
Hammer
Slammer
5. Sampson:
Pillar
Killer
6. Laban:
Fuzzin’
Cousin
7. Little Georgia Peach
by Brenda Mcgrath
She was a Preacher’s daughter and a little Georgia peach,
With a slow southern drawl in her unassuming speech.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a shape that caught the eye,
Which made her God-fearing father just want to sigh…
He preached in his sermons to turn the other cheek,
But she had to conquer an unrelenting stubborn streak.
“Stay on the straight and narrow,” her Dad warned her with a frown.
“God is watching up there… you don’t want to let Him down.”
8. What is Real
by Deborah Turner
Look, to your left a pot of gold, this is not real.
Well, look to your right a pot of silver, this is not real also.
Then, look down money all around, this is not real.
On the other hand, Look! Look! Up at the sky Christ lives, now this is what is really real.
9. Quit My Job, Smashed My Car
by Roland Fleming
Quit my job, smashed my car
My back does throb, need to learn guitar
So I can make, a silly song
And I can sing, it all day long
About how, my God is strong
So that even now, nothing’s wrong
Even though, I quit my job
smashed my car, my back does throb
Life is hard, but I’ve got God
So I won’t let any thought
Any worry or fear
Convince me you’re not near
Even when, I quit my job,
Smashed my car, my back does throb
Life is hard, but I won’t sob
I need to learn guitar
Famous Church Poems
Explore the famous poems about church of renowned poets who have been inspired by the beauty and mystery of the church.
1. How Still the Bells in Steeples Stand
by Emily Dickinson
How still the bells in steeples stand,
Till, swollen with the sky,
They leap upon their silver feet
In frantic melody!
2. The New England Pastor
The place, with east and western sides,
A wide and verdant street divides:
And here the houses faced the day,
And there the lawns in beauty lay.
There, turret-crowned, and central, stood
A neat and solemn house of God.
Across the way, beneath the shade
Two elms with sober silence spread,
The preacher lived. O’er all the place
His mansion cast a Sunday grace;
Dumb stillness sate the fields around;
His garden seemed a hallowed ground;
Swains ceased to laugh aloud, when near,
And schoolboys never sported there.
In the same mild and temperate zone,
Twice twenty years, his course had run,
His locks of flowing silver spread
A crown of glory o’er his head;
His face, the image of his mind,
With grave and furrowed wisdom shined;
Not cold; but glowing still, and bright;
Yet glowing with October light:
As evening blends, with beauteous ray,
Approaching night with shining day.
His Cure his thoughts engrossed alone:
For them his painful course was run:
To bless, to save, his only care;
To chill the guilty soul with fear;
To point the pathway to the skies,
And teach, and urge, and aid, to rise;
Where strait, and difficult to keep,
It climbs, and climbs, o’er Virtue’s steep.
3. The Church Bell
by Lydia Howard Sigourney
When glowing in the eastern sky,
The Sabbath morning meets the eye,
And o’er a weary, care-worn scene,
Gleams like the ark-dove’s leaf of green,
How welcome over hill and dale,
Thy hallow’d summons loads the gale,
Sweet bell! Church bell!
When earthly joys and sorrows end,
And towards our long repose we tend,
How mournfully thy tone doth call
The weepers to the funeral,
And to the last abode of clay,
With solemn knell mark out the way,
Sad bell! Church bell!
If to the clime where pleasures reign,
We through a Saviour’s love attain,
If freshly to an angel’s thought,
Earth’s unforgotten scenes are brought,
Will not thy voice, that warn’d to prayer,
Be gratefully remember’d there,
Bless’d bell? Church bell?
4. In the Old Church Tower
by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
In the old church tower
Hangs the bell;
And above it on the vane,
In the sunshine and the rain,
Cut in gold, St. Peter stands,
With the keys in his claspt hands,
And all is well.
In the old church tower
Hangs the bell;
You can hear its great heart beat,
Ah! so loud, and wild, and sweet,
As the parson says a prayer
Over wedded lovers there,
And all is well.
In the old church tower
Hangs the bell;
Deep and solemn, hark! again,
Ah, what passion and what pain!
With her hands upon her breast,
Some poor Soul has gone to rest
Where all is well.
In the old church tower
Hangs the bell—
An old friend that seems to know
All our joy and all our woe;
It is glad when we are wed,
It is sad when we are dead,
And all is well!
5. Sunday Morning
by Ruby Archer
How sweet to wait within a holy place
The hour of song and prayer,
To yield the heart unto a spell of grace,
Serenely brooding like a presence there.
The hymns that live within the organ’s heart,
Flow silent o’er the soul;
Unsounded echoes from the memory start,
Like mystic writing from an angel’s scroll.
6. The Old Church
by Margaret E. Sangster
It lifteth its gray old spire from the heart of the busy town,
Pointing the thoughts of the people from the things that bind men down—
Up from toil and temptation, and struggle for daily bread,
To the blessed Father in heaven, to whom our prayers are said,—
Who knoweth what we have need of before it passeth our lips,
Who pitieth and forgiveth our frailty and our slips!
A century and a quarter dream-like has flitted away
Since they laid the stone in the corner, one sunny summer day.
Grave men and stately matrons and rosy children stood,
While the minister sought a blessing for the church they built in the wood—
That thither, for peace and comfort, might throng from many lands
Those who should after worship in the house not made with hands.
As it rose in its fair proportions, higher from day to day,
In the shade of the forest round it, the children came to play!
To-day the birds are singing from their nests in the dusky eaves;
Then shook their matins and vespers out from the rustling leaves.
Vanished the quiet forest! in its place the restless town,
With its hive-like hum and bustle, its houses smoky and brown!
The church in its green enclosure has only room for graves,
And over the mossy tombstones the graceful willow waves!
Here sleep the men and women of a hundred years ago,
Folded in silent slumber, neath the sunlight and the snow.
Out from the grand old spire still tolls the bell for the dead;
Still merrily peals its music for the happy hearts of the wed.
From the ancient oaken pulpit the message of God is given,
And from Sabbath to Sabbath are sinners pointed to hope and heaven.
The mourner findeth comfort, the weary findeth calm;
And the sorely wounded spirit is soothed with Gilead’s balm.
Here the stranger’s eye may brighten as he sees the greeting word:
“Ever the stranger is welcome in the dwelling of the Lord!”
And the rich and poor together to mingle worship come
As the children of One Father—all bound for one sweet home.
Long may the dear old spire, from the heart of the busy town,
Lift the thought of the people from all that binds it down,—
From wealth they must leave behind them, when low they lie in the mold,
To the city whose walls are jasper, whose streets are paved with gold;
Where we hope at last to gather, lifting our songs of praise,
Where never a shade shall darken the sunlight of our days;
And no voices with tears along them shall tremble in the chord
Of the hallelujahs rising in that temple of the Lord.
7. The Old Church
by Edna Jane Campbell
Stands this old church from the town apart;
Old fashioned porch and half decayed,
Where the ivy new in early spring
Its leaves of green so kindly bring,
The faulty spots and chinks to hide,
Like charity pure for sins essayed.
A withered tree a century old,
That’s bending ‘neath the blade of time,
Spreads wide its boughs in christian grace.
Affords the weary a resting place.
The good, the bad, alike to shield,
From storm, and heat and lurid clime.
In this church ‘neath the word of God,
Have met together the grave and gay,
The thoughtless too with hearts of joy.
By care unknown or times annoy,
And those bent low ‘neath the chastening rod,
Buoy faith in holy ecstacy.
In this church so anxious stood,
With quivering breath the girlish bride;
A clinging mantle of snowy white
Half hides her shrinking form from sight
As from youth’s mooring toward womanhood,
She launched her craft on an unknown tide.
The dead here too in frigid state
Lay waiting silent by friends bewept,
While the pastor old spoke words of peace
And comfort in the souls release,
Ere gentle hands had borne to rest
This clay, where many kindred slept.
Stands this old church almost forgot;
A monitor old of times defect.
No more the aisles resound with tread,
No more the grave nor honored dead,
No more the gay with buoyant step,
In prescribed shapes sit circumspect.
The change of time as earthly law,
Progression’s stride, advancement’s sway,
New thoughts, new hopes, and new designs,
Do now possess the present minds,
But like that church each one may tell
Of sunshine, storms, and wintry fray.
8. Preach to Them
by Amos Russel Wells
Preacher, facing needy souls,
Do not dare ignore them,
While God’s fateful thunder rolls,
And you preach—before them;
Rather, finding out their need,
Piercing through and through them,
Though they shrink and though they bleed,
Preach your sermons—to them.
It is easy to parade.
Fling your knowledge o’er them,
Preaching sermons study-made
Pompously—before them;
But the sermons that will bless
Through and through and through them,
From your heart to theirs,—no less,—
Are the ones preached—to them.
9. The Old Log Church
by Lizzie F. Baldy
In the primitive days that have long past away,
When the sun shone as brightly as sun shines to-day,
Here the old church was built, and the settlement small
Held the stanch frontier heart, that would answer the call
To the volunteer ranks, when the foeman was near.
Leaping into their saddles as swift as the deer,
Pursuing the red warrior o’er plateau and dale,
Until night threw around them her dark star-gemmed vail,
Like a benison of peace bringing rest everywhere,
While the worshippers knelt in their quaint church of prayer.
Old Time holds his scepter, and beneath his stern sway
A city looms up in her stately array;
New churches have taken the place of the old,
New worshipers worship within the new fold,
Whose spires point to heaven; here the rich and the gay
Kneel low at their altars: do they all kneel to pray
With the reverence for God marking all of their moods,
As when the old church stood mid nature’s solitudes;
When the faith of the people had hallowed the sod,
And they raised this rude temple to worship their God?
No fine garb of fashion, no carpeted aisles;
No cloak of vast riches, from which guilt oft smiles;
No soft cushioned pews in which sinners may rest,
Unheeding the future in the present’s bequest;
No grand organ music, no fashionable choir,
But they sang the old tunes with a heartfelt desire.
The swift flowing river rolling down to the sea
Oft caught up the refrain in her wild minstrelsy;
And the wide answering paean went up on high,
Till the echo hath flown like birds to the sky.
The church is still there and the river flows on,
But the people who built it. Oh! where have they gone?
Many bridges hang over the river’s dark wave,
Progress laughs at the failures she hides in the grave;
Her bidding the iron horse obeys with a bound,
His track like a girdle spans the continent round;
The lightning of heaven flashing o’er the wire,
Brings the news of a people as a single desire.
And here Commerce, twin sister, asserts her bold sway,
While success crowns her efforts with laurels each day,
But the little log church stands deserted, alone,
Like some ancient relic whose daytime hath flown.
Oh! church as you stand in your loneliness now,
Hath the dark hand of death pressed each worshiper’s brow?
Did the sunlight of peace shine with joy on each face,
As they knelt round thy altar to ask for His grace?
Our God sends his blessing in hamlet and hall,
He sees not their riches, but heeds each low call;
The church may be humble, or stately and grand,
The last to be built, or the first in the land.
The old log church may crumble to dust bye-and-bye,
But God keeps the record of each up on high.
Inspirational Church Poems
Find inspiration in the power of the church to uplift, heal, and connect us to a higher power through these inspirational poems about church.
1. Forgive
by Joanna Fuchs
Forgive someone. Today forgive.
Turn from bitter to positive.
End frustration, anger, pain;
Wash the anguish from your brain.
No need to reconcile or tell;
Just feel better and get well.
A brand new, peaceful life to live,
That’s your gift, when you forgive.
2. To Do List From God
by Joanna Fuchs
I ran my life in search of worldly things;
My time and will were firmly in control.
I thought I had no need for what God brings;
I gave no heed to murmurs from my soul.
Christian message all for thee lily of the valley and rose bouquet
“You’re planning, doing all the time,” it said,
“But something else is missing deep inside.
Your mind is whirling, but your heart is dead,
So turn to God and let go of your pride.”
I did, and God said, “Here’s My plan for you:
Give your life to Me, and just let go.
Have faith and pray, and read the Bible through,
And you’ll have blessings more than you can know.”
So simple, yet it brings me perfect peace,
Living life for God the way I should.
Direction, purpose, fullness and release—
Life with God is very, very good.
3. Just Like Me
by Joanna Fuchs
Dear Lord, forgive our yielding to temptation;
Forgive our pride, our love of worldly things.
Have mercy on our love of sensual pleasure,
Compassion on the sins that self love brings.
It must be hard to understand us sometimes;
So very different is your heart and mind.
But wait, I just remembered that you do know
What it’s like to be a part of humankind.
You suffered just like we do, and you were tempted.
You lived with us so you could comprehend
The things that we go through each trying day,
So you could give us mercy, and be our friend.
Thank you for compassion and forgiveness;
Thank you for your love and empathy.
Thank you, Lord, for coming down from heaven
To experience life’s trials, just like me.
4. Help Me Forgive
by Joanna Fuchs
When rage and fury overwhelm my heart,
It’s time to look to God’s own Holy Word.
I search the Bible for His good advice;
My will to His commands must be deferred.
In Romans God reveals His love for me;
In all things God works only for my good;
He gives me blessings I can’t understand;
I’d be peaceful if I’d do the things I should.
Jesus forgave so much; why then can’t I?
I want to mold my life after His own.
I pray, I try, but my sinful nature wins;
Lord, help me, I can’t do this thing alone.
In Colossians, I read about the peace of Christ;
Oh, how I long to feel it in my heart.
All I have to do is to forgive,
But Lord, it seems I don’t know where to start.
I need to walk a mile in the other’s shoes;
They’re doing what they think they have to do.
I know some problems are blessings in disguise,
But Lord, sometimes I feel so doggone blue.
Ephesians says “forgive as the Lord forgave you;
Get rid of anger and every form of malice.”
I’d love to just let go and release it all,
But upon my heart is a wound that’s become a callus.
I’ll keep praying, trying, Lord, no matter what;
I’m determined to let go and relinquish blame;
Someday, I’ll say, and be truly sincere:
“I forgive it all in Jesus’ precious name.”
5. Safe and Blessed
by Joanna Fuchs
The Lord is my Shepherd.
He leads me.
He lifts me up.
I have no fear,
for He is always with me.
My life is safe and blessed
with the Lord.
6. Church
by Joanna Fuchs
Church is a place to go and see
Our other loving family,
People who know the Lord, and who
With their love and care our strength renew.
That is why I think, each Monday:
“I’m looking forward to church on Sunday.”
7. If…
by Joanna Fuchs
If the world were full of Christians
who studied their Bible daily,
who really did believe
God’s commands applied to them,
who put what they learned
in God’s Holy Word into practice,
their actions reflecting that Word,
then earth would be close to heaven.
If the world were full of Christians
who knew that being a Christian
is more than going to church,
who lived their lives according to God’s will,
service to Him their main purpose,
who practiced Jesus’ teachings
every day, with everyone they met,
loving and helping their neighbors,
then the earth would be a place
of heavenly harmony and peace.
8. Save Me
by Joanna Fuchs
Save me from myself, Lord;
Save me from my need
To always run my life, Lord,
To control my every deed.
Save me from my pride, Lord,
My focus on just me;
Help me learn to serve, Lord;
Show me how to be.
Save me from the world, Lord,
When tempting things entice;
Remind me of eternity
With You, in paradise.
I give my life to you, Lord
My every need you fill;
I’m resting in my faith, Lord;
You saved me, and you always will.
9. We Need You, Lord
by Joanna Fuchs
We need you, Lord.
Like lost wanderers in a burning, empty desert
thirst for cool, clean water,
we long for you to quench us.
Hand holding basket of forgetmenots and a jonquil with Christian message be my guide
In a world gone progressively mad,
with chaos all around us,
we seek refuge in the order and purpose of your law.
With evil sneaking, leaking everywhere,
spreading heavy darkness,
creating feelings of emptiness,
we hunger for your goodness and light.
Turn us around, Lord, we pray;
retrieve your sheep who have gone astray.
Draw us to the satisfaction
of your purity and righteousness.
Cleanse us, and make us more like you,
role models, examples, beacons,
for others who are searching for meaning for their lives.
Come, Lord Jesus.
We need you, Lord.
10. A Perfect Christian
by Joanna Fuchs
You could count on a perfect Christian
To always be gentle and humble,
To be immune to sin,
And never, ever stumble.
He’d study and remember
All of God’s commands;
He’d be trustworthy, moral and honest;
You’d know just where he stands.
With others, she’d be in harmony;
She’d never lose her cool;
Forgiving and forgetting,
Following the Golden Rule.
He’d surrender his life to God,
Full of joy and peace,
Free of stress and worry…
Perfect, pure release.
She’d lift up everyone,
Full of sweet compassion,
Free of worldly wants,
Ignoring worldly fashion.
But we can’t ever be perfect,
So we always need to pray
For the strength to do our best
To love God and obey.
11. Like You
by Joanna Fuchs
Lord help me to be in Your holy will;
Tell me what to do today;
Lead me in Your righteousness;
Make me more like You, I pray.
Guard me against this corrupting world,
Its perverted priorities, temptations, too.
Direct my mind toward Your commands,
So I can focus my life on You.
Fill my heart with Your light and love,
So I can assist those I see in need;
With You as my role model, let me be
Like You in thought and word and deed.
12. The Lord Will Lead You
by Joanna Fuchs
Now that you’re celebrating
Your graduation day,
Your whole life is ahead of you,
And the Lord will lead the way.
Just trust in Him to guide you
In His divine and perfect will.
If you’ll pray and read His Holy Word,
His plan you will fulfill.
Whatever happens in your life,
On the Lord you can depend.
There’s nothing you can’t handle
With Jesus as your best friend.
Congratulations, and may the Lord bless you always!
13. I’m Trying, But…
by Joanna Fuchs
I’m trying, but…
what I want to do,
I don’t do enough of,
and what I don’t want to do,
I do too much of.
I know the rules for a Christian life,
according to the Bible,
and I’m trying; I really am, but…
heaven and eternity seem so far away,
and the rampantly materialistic world
presses in so close
from every direction, every side,
that I get distracted.
Focus, focus, focus!
I need to focus, laser-like
on a simple, God-centered life.
Do I really need
to make that frivolous purchase,
instead of giving the money
to someone who needs it
so much more than I do?
Can I watch that TV show,
read that book, listen to that song
that contains (and promotes!)
even a little bit
of what the Bible forbids,
without being corrupted?
Do I do enough
to love and help and encourage others?
Pride always hovers,
eagerly waiting
to subdue and conquer humility,
so I think too much of myself.
I know the rules;
the Bible makes everything clear.
Forgive me, Lord;
I’m trying, but…
14. Nothing We Can’t Handle
by Joanna Fuchs
No matter what distressing times I face,
When rain and storms replace the sunny weather,
When things I counted on fail to sustain me,
There’s nothing we can’t handle, Lord, together.
If those I thought were friends act more like foes,
If I start to lose the things I hold most dear,
I know that I can tell it all to You;
You want to listen to me and to hear.
When my earthly world dissolves before my eyes,
When problems seem too great for me to bear,
You’ll always be there for me, Lord, I know;
I can come to you on bended knees in prayer.
It’s such a comfort, Lord, to realize,
You’ll always be my King, my Lord, my Friend;
To share my burdens, worries, and my cares,
You’ll love me and support me to the end.
15. More Like Jesus
by Joanna Fuchs
Let us be more like Jesus
In everything we do;
Let’s live a life of service,
A life that’s fresh and new.
Let’s relinquish worldly things,
And not be slaves to fashion;
Let’s fill our hearts with love,
Forgiveness and compassion.
Yes, let’s be more like Jesus,
Being always in God’s will,
For if Jesus’ light shines through us,
Our earthly purpose we’ll fulfill.
Short Church Poems
Experience the power of poetry in just a few lines, with short poetries about church that capture the essence of the church.
1. Some Go To Church To …
by Job Elletson
Some go to church to take a walk,
Some go there to laugh and talk.
Some go to church for observation,
But some go there for speculation.
Some go there to meet a lover.
And some go there a fault to cover.
Some go there to meet a friend,
And some go there their time to spend.
Some go there to sing a sonnet.
But some go there to show their bonnet.
Some go to church oppressed with grief.
Some go there to find relief.
Some go to hear a grand oration,
Some go to glorify the nation.
Some go to hear about the war.
Some go to show how good they are.
Some go repentant and repenting,
But some go hardened, unrelenting.
Some go to praise, to pray and weep.
But some go there to lounge and sleep.
Some go to better their condition,
Some go to gain a good commission.
While some go there to doze and nod.
There’s many go to worship God.
2. No Perfect People
by Catherine Pulsifer
A church is not the place
For perfect people to go,
It is a place for sinners
Seeking insight and woe.
Forgiveness hangs in the air
With Heaven’s sweet scent,
We plead and pray for mercy
Asking him never to relent.
The sound of hymns and praises
Lifts up to heaven’s throne,
Where our souls are cleansed
From sins that atone.
Peace and guidance await
Those who pray with humble heart,
At church we call upon God
Who never leaves us or parts.
3. Four-Wall Christians
by Greta Zwaan
Four-wall Christians, safe in our way;
Make little impact if all we do is pray.
We may share our dollars, the few we may not need,
And call it generous giving, but God will call it greed.
We think not of our neighbour, or pain in other lands,
We have to make a living, achieve our goals and plans.
We go to church each Sunday, like Christians ought to do,
But after every service, we haven’t changed our view.
We live so isolated, so far from hurt and pain;
We stifle our own conscience time and time again.
But what if a “RWANDA” should happen in our land?
And we should feel that heartache, and need that helping hand?
Would we think that a Christian, who had the means and power
Should send relief and comfort in our most desperate hour?
If mortar shells were falling and bombs dropped everywhere,
Would we want other Christians to just kneel down in prayer?
I’d think we’d want assistance, involvement and concern,
With no thought of repayment or favours to return.
Not just a token offering, not just a passing glance,
But genuine love and caring; a new start, a new chance.
If we want that from others, we ought to give the same,
Not out of sheer compulsion, but give in Jesus’ name.
Don’t be a “four -wall” Christian who doesn’t get involved,
Who gives a meagre dollar and prays that wars are solved.
Become a burden-bearer, become a caring friend,
Stretch forth your hand in mercy, just let your life be spent.
The things that are important are what God gives to you,
And how you use that talent that makes His message true.
You cannot take it with you, you’ve heard that line before,
But souls won for God’s glory will share that heavenly shore.
4. Come to Church
by Guy Hootman
Come to the church,
To the little white church;
Good sermons you’ll hear,
And God will seem near
As you praise Him and pray
In an old fashioned way
In the plain little church in the valley.
Come to the church,
To the little white church;
A welcome receive
From those who believe
That Christ is the Lord
As we read in His word
In the little plain church in the valley.
5. God Bless All Churches
by Caleb Davis Bradlee
We have but one Leader, Christ Jesus, the Lord,
We’ll join in his praises with gracious accord;
May all Churches love the one Guide to proclaim,
And write on their banners the Saviour’s blest name.
With Jesus as Leader, Defender, and Guide,
The other great doctrines we will not decide;
But we’ll leave to each Church its own special plea,
And each one shall speak it as each one shall see.
We’ll all look to Heaven as a right blessed home,
We’ll all do our best whilst on earth we shall roam;
We’ll love one another forever and aye;
And “God bless all Churches” we daily will pray.
6. The Bride of Christ
by Clara M. Brooks
O church of God, thou spotless bride,
On Jesus’ breast secure!
No stains of sin in thee abide;
Thy garments all are pure.
Of unity and holiness
Thy gentle voice doth sing;
Of purity and lowliness
Thy songs in triumph ring.
Thou lovely virgin, thou art fair,
Thy mother’s only child.
Thy heavenly music let me hear;
Thy voice is sweet and mild.
Thy cheeks adorned with jewels bright,
Thy neck with chains of gold;
Unfurl thy banners in thy might,
Thy graces rich unfold.
She stood attired in spotless dress
The early morning through,
And then into the wilderness
On eagle’s wings she flew;
And, nourished there from heavenly clime.
She lived for many years;
Now in this blessed evening time
Her glory reappears.
She leans upon an arm of love:
No sin her garments taints;
They’re made of linen woven above –
The righteousness of saints.
The marriage of the Lamb is come;
His bride all ready stands;
The Bridegroom soon will take her home
To dwell in heavenly lands.
7. The Church Triumphant
by Daniel S. Warner
Men speak of a “church triumphant”
As something on earth unknown;
They think us beneath the tyrant
Until we shall reach our home.
Oh! can not the great Redeemer
Prevail over Satan here?
Or must we remain yet under
Confusion, pressed down in fear?
He built on a sure foundation,
And said that the gates of hell
Against her divine munitions
Can never indeed prevail.
Then how can you say, dear people,
You can not be kept each day?
The infinite arm is able;
His word has not passed away.
‘Tis not in the church of Jesus
That people yet live in sin,
But in the dark creeds they’re joining
And vainly are trusting in.
God’s church is alone triumphant,
In holiness all complete,
And all the dark powers of Satan
She tramples beneath her feet.
Thank God for a church triumphant,
All pure in this world below!
For the kingdom that Jesus founded
Does triumph o’er every foe.
8. Within the Gates
by David W. Foley
I love to step inside a church,
To rest, and think, and pray;
The quiet, calm, and holy place
Can drive all cares away.
I feel that from these simple walls
There breathes a moving sound
Of sacred music, murmured prayers,
Caught in the endless round
Of bygone worship, from the store
The swinging seasons bring —
Gay Christmas pageant, Lenten tears,
And the sweet hallowing
Of all that makes our human life:
Birth, and the union blest
Of couples at the altar wed,
And loved ones laid to rest.
Into my soul this harmony
Has poured, and now is still;
The Lord’s own benediction falls
Upon me, as I kneel.
Once more, with lifted head, I go
Out in the jarring mart,
The spring of gladness in my step,
God’s peace about my heart.
Long Church Poems
Long poetries about church provide a thorough examination of the church’s numerous elements for those who desire to delve further into its mysteries.
1. Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
by Thomas Gray
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o’er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Now fades the glimm’ring landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;
Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow’r
The moping owl does to the moon complain
Of such, as wand’ring near her secret bow’r,
Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree’s shade,
Where heaves the turf in many a mould’ring heap,
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,
The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn,
The swallow twitt’ring from the straw-built shed,
The cock’s shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,
No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,
Or busy housewife ply her evening care:
No children run to lisp their sire’s return,
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;
How jocund did they drive their team afield!
How bow’d the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
The short and simple annals of the poor.
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow’r,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e’er gave,
Awaits alike th’ inevitable hour.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault,
If Mem’ry o’er their tomb no trophies raise,
Where thro’ the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault
The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Can storied urn or animated bust
Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
Can Honour’s voice provoke the silent dust,
Or Flatt’ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;
Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway’d,
Or wak’d to ecstasy the living lyre.
But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page
Rich with the spoils of time did ne’er unroll;
Chill Penury repress’d their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.
Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathom’d caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flow’r is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast
The little tyrant of his fields withstood;
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
Some Cromwell guiltless of his country’s blood.
Th’ applause of list’ning senates to command,
The threats of pain and ruin to despise,
To scatter plenty o’er a smiling land,
And read their hist’ry in a nation’s eyes,
Their lot forbade: nor circumscrib’d alone
Their growing virtues, but their crimes confin’d;
Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind,
The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide,
To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,
Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride
With incense kindled at the Muse’s flame.
Far from the madding crowd’s ignoble strife,
Their sober wishes never learn’d to stray;
Along the cool sequester’d vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Yet ev’n these bones from insult to protect,
Some frail memorial still erected nigh,
With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck’d,
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
Their name, their years, spelt by th’ unletter’d muse,
The place of fame and elegy supply:
And many a holy text around she strews,
That teach the rustic moralist to die.
For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing anxious being e’er resign’d,
Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
Nor cast one longing, ling’ring look behind?
On some fond breast the parting soul relies,
Some pious drops the closing eye requires;
Ev’n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries,
Ev’n in our ashes live their wonted fires.
For thee, who mindful of th’ unhonour’d Dead
Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;
If chance, by lonely contemplation led,
Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,
Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,
“Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn
Brushing with hasty steps the dews away
To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
“There at the foot of yonder nodding beech
That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high,
His listless length at noontide would he stretch,
And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
“Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,
Mutt’ring his wayward fancies he would rove,
Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,
Or craz’d with care, or cross’d in hopeless love.
“One morn I miss’d him on the custom’d hill,
Along the heath and near his fav’rite tree;
Another came; nor yet beside the rill,
Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he;
“The next with dirges due in sad array
Slow thro’ the church-way path we saw him borne.
Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay,
Grav’d on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.”
2. The Meaning of Christmas
by Anonymous
Far away in Bethlehem, a baby boy was born,
Born with neither riches, nor with fame,
Yet wise men came from all around to bring Him their gifts,
And peace was felt by all who heard His name.
Angels watched him as he slept, and gently rocked His bed,
Their voices singing softly in His ear;
His mother and his father both gave thanks to God above
For the greatest gift of all, their Son, so dear.
They knew His life upon this earth would not be filled with wealth,
They also knew He would encounter strife;
But most of all, they knew that He would be a loving Child,
And teach the love of God throughout His life.
At Christmas we celebrate this birth of Jesus Christ,
Let’s keep in mind the truth of Christmas Day;
For it’s not the Christmas wrappings, nor not the gifts that lie within,
But our gift of love to others in every way…
3. Christmas Sonnet
by Douglas Knighton
We gaze, O God, at kids when they arrive.
We stare, amazed as tiny hands and feet
Emerge into the world where they will strive
And work and strain to make their lives complete.
We think of all the effort they’ll expend
To overcome the obstacles they face,
When what they really need’s a royal friend
Who’ll open wide for them the door to grace.
Today we celebrate the child who came
From Jesse’s root and David’s family,
According to the promise in your Word,
Who’ll govern justly in the Father’s name,
Securing grace, for which they’ll happily
Proclaim him as their everlasting Lord.
4. The Desire of All Nations Came
by Margaret Cagle
Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!
The Desire of all nations came!
He came to save us from our sin.
Jesus Christ is His holy name!
All nations desire a leader
Who will bring peace to the earth.
The Desire of all nations came
At the advent of Jesus’ birth.
“Glory to God in the highest!”
Sang the angels, a glorious sight!
“Peace on earth, good will to men.”
The Saviour was born that night!
God sent His only begotten Son
From His home in Heaven above.
God sent His only Son to die
Out of His great, tremendous love!
Jesus came to this earth below.
He came to die for the sins of all.
He arose, and He lives forever.
Upon the Saviour, let us call!
5. Christmas Time
by Larry D Crawford
Yes, Christmas is the time,
Where little boys and girls.
Will finally receive,
Long sought for special toys.
A time when moms,
Bake cakes and pies.
When folks will gather,
Of renewing family ties.
And ones who rarely smile,
Have grins upon their face.
Those who always hurry by,
Have greetings in there place,
They don’t even comprehend,
They say, “tis the season,”
Go on their merry way,
And never know the reason.
I wonder why that is,
Why all that “peace on earth”
It started in a stable,
With a virgin giving birth.
It’s a love I can’t explain,
I will not even try.
That God would send his son,
Born – just to die.
But isn’t it ironical,
though Him no honor pay,
The world spends its millions
To celebrate His day!
6. Christmas’ True Meaning
by Deborah Ann Belka
Let Christmas’ true meaning,
rise up in you today…
may you see the real splendor
of Jesus’ birth on this day.
May His beauty and grandeur,
cause your heart to sing
may the gift of His excellence
become your eternal spring.
May His majesty you behold,
with all dignity and honour
may the fullness of His truth
glorify His heavenly Father.
May the wonder of His grace,
reveal its magnificence in you
may the gratefulness you feel
be in all you say and do.
Let Christmas’ true meaning,
bring your Saviour near today
may you see the need for Him
today, and every day.
7. Little Baby Jesus
by Deborah Ann Belka
Little baby Jesus,
so soft and so sweet
one day would have nails
pounded into His feet.
Tightly swaddled now,
in His mother’s loving arms
one day He would wear
a crown of prickly thorns.
Small cooing sounds,
He now softly sighs
one day to His Father
He’ll moan forsaken cries.
Wise Men bring to Him,
gifts meant for a King
one day to a cross
His life will painfully cling.
Little baby Jesus,
so soft and so sweet
came into the world
so Satan He could defeat.
8. On This Christmas Morn
by Deborah Ann Belka
A promise to the world,
a child to be given
so many years foretold
so all could be forgiven.
Moonless night shining,
with the Morning Star
calling watchful shepherds
to come from afar.
Wise Men carry gifts,
meant for only a King
angels up in heaven
Glory ~ Glory ~ sing.
God became a man,
the Good News is born
begotten Son arrives
on this Christmas morn.
Our mighty God concedes,
to the wickedness of man
the Prince of Peace comes
to bridge the empty span.
Wonderful is His name,
Counselor to the meek
the Son was born of flesh
to give power to the weak.
Our everlasting Father,
knows our fallen state
so He sent His only Son
to save us from our fate.
A promise to the world,
our Lord and Savior is born
sing ~ Praises to His Glory ~
on this Christmas morn.
9. Rejoice This Christmas Day
by Deborah Ann Belka
Unto us a Son was given,
rejoice this Christmas day,
a gift from God to you and I,
the Truth, the Light, the Way.
To the world a Savior’s born,
rejoice this Christmas day,
He fills the soul’s hunger pain,
the Bread, the Life, the Way.
To every heart bound in sin,
rejoice this Christmas day,
the gift of grace will set you free,
the Christ, the Lord, the Way.
To thirsty souls everywhere,
rejoice this Christmas day,
and drink from the Fountain of Life,
the Grace, the Mercy, the Way.
To all those who are heavy-laden,
rejoice this Christmas day,
for He is the Prince of our Peace,
the Door, the Lamb, the Way.
Rejoice on this Christmas day,
your Lord and Saviour is here,
rejoice, I say again rejoice,
let His birth bring your heart cheer.
10. Christmas: A Part of Christ’s Story
by Margaret Cagle
To me, Christmas has great meaning.
It is really a part of Christ’s story.
He came to this earth to die for us
From His beautiful home in Glory.
I wonder how His own Father felt
When it was time for Him to depart.
When in His love, He sent Jesus,
Did great sadness fill His heart?
God, in His love, sent His only Son.
For our sins, He was crucified.
This was the reason for His coming.
For the sins of mankind, He died.
Christ’s story then continues.
In three days, He arose from the dead.
He then had victory over death,
Just like to His disciples he said.
Jesus is now at God’s right hand,
Interceding for us up in Glory.
If we call on Him to save our souls,
We can be a part of Christ’s story.
11. I Celebrate His First Coming
by Margaret Cagle
Some Christians say Christmas is pagan,
While others celebrate and rejoice.
Some are really just indifferent.
We are all free to make our choice.
As for me, I really like Christmas.
It is a time to think of God’s love.
I can thank my great Heavenly Father
For sending His Son from up above.
In His great love, God sent Jesus.
Jesus had a very lowly birth.
On a manger bed, He lay His head
When He first came to the earth.
It might not have been in December.
It could have been another date,
But praise God He came to die for us,
So His first coming, I’ll celebrate.
Church Poems That Rhyme
Add a musical quality to your poetry with poems about church with rhyming words that are easy to remember and fun to recite.
1. Christ’s Strength in Me
by Deborah Ann Belka
When I’m tuckered out,
when strength I need
to my Bible I go . . .
and these verses I read.
Through my faith in Christ,
I can do anything
for His strength to me
He promises to bring.
Whenever I am fearful,
I need not be afraid
for the Lord will keep me
from becoming dismayed.
When I am feeling faint,
as if I cannot go on
God offers me His strength
when mine is all but gone.
I can come to Jesus,
whenever I’m stressed
and with peaceful rest
I know I’ll be blessed.
Whenever I’m tuckered out,
the Lord strengthens my heart
allowing my hope in Him . . .
to come and do its part!
2. God of Promises
by Deborah Ann Belka
God of promises,
giver of all things good
help us to believe
in You as we should.
With all of our hearts,
our souls and our minds
all of Your promises
are ours to seek and find.
God of promises,
You said You’d never leave
those who unto You
strive to stay and cleave.
No height or depth,
can keep us apart
for Your love dwells
with in our hearts.
God of promises,
caretaker of our needs
the one who guarantees
heaven to those who heed!
3. All Your Heart and Mind
by Deborah Ann Belka
Sometimes it is hard,
for us to stand still
while we are waiting . . .
to know God’s will.
The mind does not get,
the reason for the delay
causing our hearts to fall
into a state of dismay.
Sometimes it is difficult,
for us God to hear
sometimes it seems
He’s far away not near.
The silence is deafening,
it’s seems like an abyss
it feels as if our prayers
are being dismissed.
Sometimes it is challenging,
when God we can’t find . . .
tis why we must seek Him
with all our heart and mind!
4. Knowing God’s Will
by Deborah Ann Belka
Knowing God’s will,
takes a lot of patience
before He reveals
all He has awaiting us.
It takes a heart yielding,
to know just what to do
it takes a life willing
to wait till He shows how to.
Knowing God’s will,
takes a lot of believing
that His plans for you
one day you’ll be receiving.
It takes one step at a time,
made with faith and trust
for us to be able to see
the purposes He has for us.
Knowing God’s will
doesn’t come to us overnight
it takes time for God . . .
to reveal His divine insight!
5. Springtime Is in The Air
by Deborah Ann Belka
Springtime is in the air,
I can feel its warming trend
brighter days and longer nights
I know are just around the bend.
I eagerly await the change,
that comes along with Spring
knowing in my weary soul
God too will begin a new thing.
Springtime is in the air,
I can see its early bloom
melting away the aches
of winter’s chilly gloom.
For Springtime brings with it,
God’s promises of revival
restoration and re-birth . . .
upon its sunshiny arrival.
Springtime is in the air,
I hope you can feel it too
for it’s the time of year . . .
God uses to heal and renew!
6. God Is Good All of The Time
by Deborah Ann Belka
God is good all the time,
His goodness is seamless
it is unmatched . . .
tis why it’s flawless.
God is holiness,
there’s no other purer
no one is greater
wiser or truer.
God is upright,
He is always fair and just
He is gracious
tis why Him we can trust.
God is loving,
compassionate and kind
He is merciful
to all of mankind.
God is good all the time,
He is forever trustworthy
tis why He will always be . . .
perpetually praiseworthy!
7. Blameless
by Deborah Ann Belka
God’s mercy I don’t deserve,
it’s not something I earned
nor something I can obtain
by anything I’ve learned.
God’s mercy is His favor,
His compassion and goodness
towards a sinner like me . . .
to show to me His kindness.
Jesus’ grace I don’t deserve,
it’s not something I merit
nor something I’m worthy of
or anything I can inherit.
Jesus’ grace is His love,
it’s His benevolence
towards a sinner like me . . .
to show me His excellence.
God’s mercy offers to me,
the blessing of forgiveness
Jesus’ grace makes me
before Him blameless!
7. Hope Unseen
by Deborah Ann Belka
If you want to have hope,
faith you will need . . .
to trust in the facts
when your Bible you read.
You’ll need to take the position,
and to have the conviction
that Jesus is the only way
to eternal salvation.
If your are to have faith,
hope you will require
for one without the other
will only expire.
For faith without hope,
has nowhere to go . . .
and the love of God
you will never know.
Hope that is unseen,
is hard to believe . . .
unless into your heart
~ Jesus ~
you openly receive!
8. One Day Up in Heaven
by Deborah Ann Belka
One day up in heaven
in the presence of the Lord
our praises onto Him . . .
will be bountifully poured.
We will sing our alleluia’s,
our hallelujahs too
we will all be in sync
as if we were right on cue.
One day there will be,
a glorious wedding feast
a victorious celebration
over the death of the beast.
The outpouring of praise,
will be thunderous . . .
nothing we have ever heard
will be as wondrous.
One day in heaven,
we will sing our alleluia’s
and throughout eternity
they’ll echo our hallelujahs!
9. Pressing On
by Deborah Ann Belka
I’m pressing on,
till these problems are gone
I’m moving forward
with my eyes looking upward.
I’m trusting God,
and the guidance of His rod
I’m letting go
knowing the way He will show.
I’m going easy,
not getting faint or queasy
I’m letting God’s peace
all my fears oil and grease.
I’m believing in His leading,
and I’m practicing my heeding
I’m doing my best
and letting God do the rest.
I’m pressing on,
till these problems are gone
I’m pressing towards the goal
with all my heart and soul!
10. Maranatha
by Deborah Ann Belka
Soon the Lord will be coming,
at any time He could appear
and with Him those who believe
in the clouds will disappear.
Until such time we hear,
the trump that will sound
His return for us . . .
we must hold our ground.
For this world is becoming,
more and more of a place
where it’s harder for us
to stay in the faithful race.
For all around the globe,
no matter where you go . . .
being a Christian today
irks and irritates others so.
Soon the Lord will come,
in the clouds He will appear
so until then good works . . .
we still need to do while here!
11. Called Out of The Darkness
by Deborah Ann Belka
Called out of the darkness,
into His light marvelous
called into a new life . . .
holy and wondrous.
Called to be a witness,
wherever we might go
called to follow whenever
the Holy Spirit shows.
Called out of the world,
but, in it all the same
called to flee wickedness
for the sake of His name.
Called to not be fearful,
nor to be afraid
called to be peculiar
so not to be dismayed.
Chosen by God Himself,
to be for Him ~ His light . . .
chosen to put on His armor
and fight the faithful fight!
12. Truly Possible
by Deborah Ann Belka
If all things with God,
are truly possible . . .
then nothing to Him
is ever impossible.
Not one thing is too hard,
for Him to go do . . .
for He parted a sea
when He wanted to.
He can turn water,
into brand new wine . . .
there’s nothing He can’t do
for His power is divine.
He can with one fish,
feed a whole crowd
He can still raging waves . . .
calm down a stormy cloud.
If all with God is possible,
if there’s nothing He can’t do
just think what He will . . .
do with me and you!
13. God Forgives and Forgets
by Deborah Ann Belka
Not only does God forgive,
He too completely forgets
every one of your sins
along with all of your regrets.
He blots out your mistakes,
and every transgression
once to Him you give Him
your heartfelt confession.
He remembers no more,
your past evil misdoings
He removes the wickedness
of your wrongdoings.
He throws behind His back,
your misdeeds and distrust
and all of your actions
He would consider unjust.
God forgives and forgets,
and you really must too . . .
by focusing on what’s ahead
not what is behind you!
14. My God Is So Great
by Deborah Ann Belka
My God is so great,
His name is the greatest of all
my God is the King of Kings
all others are weak and small.
My God is so great,
His deeds are untouchable
my God is powerful
His purposes are unstoppable.
My God is so great,
He is victorious and courageous
my God is mighty
He is merciful and gracious.
My God is so great,
He is so kind and loving
my God is tenderhearted
His mercy never stops flowing.
My God is so great,
His love is without measure
my God is faithful . . .
He is my greatest treasure!
15. Faith Deflated
by Deborah Ann Belka
When we’re on a mountain,
our egos musn’t get inflated
otherwise when in the valley . . .
our hopes will get deflated.
For through life’s highs,
it’s easy to be on the top
but, when a low hits us . . .
into depression we will flop.
When things are going well,
we can be so joyful . . .
but, when troubles come
our hearts become fearful.
For through happy times,
it’s easy to be up
but, when doubt hits us . . .
we go down in the dump.
Mountain tops are great,
there’s such a glorious view
but, don’t let the valleys . . .
dismay or frighten you!
Church Poems for Children
Get your little readers to know about the wonders of church with church poems for kids that they will surely love.
1. Hush
by Isaac Watts
HUSH! my dear, lie still and slumber,
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.
How much better thou’rt attended
Than the Son of God could be,
When from heaven He descended
And became a child like thee!
Soft and easy is thy cradle:
Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay,
When His birthplace was a stable
And His softest bed was hay.
See the kinder shepherds round Him,
Telling wonders from the sky!
Where they sought Him, there they found Him,
With His Virgin Mother by.
See the lovely babe adressing;
Lovely infant, how He smiled!
When He wept, the Mother’s blessing
Soothed and hush’d the holy child.
Lo, He slumbers in His manger,
Where the horned oxen fed:
Peace, my darling; here’s no danger,
Here’s no ox anear thy bed.
2. God Made You
by Belinda Van Rensburgs
God made you special,
This I know
He gave you to me
To watch you grow.
With a kiss on the cheek
And a hug just for you
You are my everything
This much is true.
God made you special,
My little one
I pray you keep your eyes
Looking up towards the sun.
You were created
With a purpose in mind
God made you special,
One of a kind.
Good Enough
God wants me to be myself
For He created me this way,
And since God made me who I am,
Myself I’m quite content to stay.
In His eyes I’m good enough –
It matters not what others say;
I need not act as if I’m tough
Or copy other children’s ways.
God doesn’t care if I’m not cool –
If I’m not stronger; thinner;
In His hands I am a tool
To reach out to another sinner.
Though I am still young and small
In Jesus Christ I’m strong and tall;
So when people look at me
May it be God’s own Son they see.
3. Prayers for Special Help
by Margaret Cagle
A Child Is Known By His Doings
Children, listen to this bit of advice.
In all your dealings, be kind and nice.
“Even a child is known by his doings,” you see,
So try to be as good as you can be.
Nobody approves of a child who is bad,
And it also makes your parents feel sad.
People may call you “imp” or even “brat”.
I’m sure your parents won’t like that.
Children, behave the best that you can
And grow into a lovable lady or man.
People then will say you are so kind,
And you’re the best friend one can find.
Just make your work pure and make it right,
And try to serve God with all your might.
You’re known by your doings, Scriptures say,
So be on your best behavior each day.
4. As You Grow
by Anonymous
As you grow,
May our Heavenly Father
Guide you through,
Pouring down His blessings
Over you.
As you grow,
May you experience love
Never-ending,
And know that your life
On Him is depending.
As you grow,
May each breath
That you take
Be filled with the wonder
That only God can make.
As you grow,
Always be thankful for
Blessings unfolding,
Give Him your best
For your life He is still molding.
5. Footprints in the Sand
by Anonymous
One night a man had a dream.
He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand:
one belonging to him, and the other to the LORD.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him
he looked back, at the footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of his life
there was only one set of footprints.
He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times of his life.
This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it:
“LORD, you said that once I decided to follow you,
you’d walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life
there is only one set of footprints.
I don’t understand why when I needed you most you would leave me.”
The LORD replied:
“My son, My precious child, I love you and I would never leave you,
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.”
Church Poems for Youth
Explore the role of church in the lives of young people, capturing their struggles, hopes, and dreams.
1. Two Little Brothers
by Anonymous
Two littler brothers, as different as day and night
They love to play together, oh what a sight!
God created each with a purpose and plan
In hopes of both becoming a Godly gentleman.
They grow oh so quick, time continues on
One-day greater heights these brothers will take upon.
But for now, this mommy will love on her boys
Enjoying the little things, the noise and the toys.
2. Bless the Father
by Anonymous
Dearest God,
thank You for giving us
joy and love.
You have given us children
that gives us all we need
Happiness and joy
through all our days.
Bless Your name
and all your works
for without You
we will live in sadness
and madness will be with us.
3. Pray Today
by Roger W Hancock
Before each day remember to pray,
that we be safe at play.
Pray at night, for it is right,
then sleep within God’s light.
All through the day, remember pray,
Jesus will guide each day.
4. Newborn Baby
by Anonymous
What a wonderful blessing
Sent from Heaven above,
A baby to cherish
Filling your heart with love.
May your sweet little one
Bring your life much pleasure,
Brightening your world
A tiny bundle to hold and treasure.
The wonder of babies
So precious and sweet
Created by God,
Tiny hands and feet.
Such a bundle of joy
For all to adore,
Who in this world
Could ever ask for more!
5. Give the Children Love
by Anonymous
Children in the streets,
children in houses,
give them love,
give them a true home.
They are gifts of the Lord
to every parent on earth.
They are precious little ones
who love with a big heart.
Give them love,
give them a home.
For they deserve a life
they can call their own.
6. We’ll Get Through This
by Joanna Fuchs
Lord, our troubles
Are so great,
We don’t know what to do;
The price for our
Iniquity
Is finally coming due.
The world is crumbling
All about;
No safe place can be found.
Right is wrong,
Wrong is right;
The change is quite profound.
Lord, we need
Your guiding light
To lead us out of here;
We’ll focus on
Your Word, and prayer,
To take away our fear.
Temptations of
This dying world
We’ll rule out and let go;
Give our burdens
All to you,
Shed all worldly woe.
That’s how we’ll
Get through this, Lord,
Fixed on heaven above,
Assured of your
protection, help,
And everlasting love.
Church Poems about Faith
Contemplate the nature of faith and its place in our lives through church poetry that inspires and challenges.
1. Let Go
by Anonymous
“Let go,” He says. “Let go.”
But my heart is stubborn, so I do not let go.
“What if it hurts?” I say.
“I know it will hurt,” He says.
“What if I fall?” I say louder.
“I know you will fall,” He says.
“But what if I can’t get up?
What if I can’t go on?
What if my heart breaks into a thousand pieces?”
“It’s all right; just let go.”
“No. I can’t. I want to, but I can’t.”
“Let go.”
“How? My heart will break. It is breaking already.”
“So it will break. Let go.”
“I can’t. It hurts.”
“Don’t you know, my child?
If you fall, I will pick you up.
If you can’t go on, I will carry you.
Don’t you know, my child? Don’t you know?
It is when it breaks that I can make you whole again.
It is when it breaks that I can pick out these broken pieces that are hurting you.
It is when it breaks that you can truly learn to love.
You can rise again.
You will rise again.
Let go.”
2. Lost in Emotion
by Josephine Zavala-Florez
God Is Aware of Our Circumstances
Sometimes I feel lost in a maze of emotions,
where every direction feels like a dead-end street.
I feel so alone in my search for an answer
that I start to blame God for not meeting my needs.
But God never promised that life would be easy,
for trials will come in different forms.
But He did promise that He would never forsake us
and that we can still have peace in the midst of the storm.
God’s love runs deeper than the deepest ocean,
but He is not altered by the moods that we bring.
For every problem, He has a solution.
He is consistently working behind the scenes.
So whenever you feel like you’re losing the battle
and you want to just bow your head in defeat,
remember, with God you are always the winner,
for with Him by your side, you will never be beat!
3. My Victory Song
by Abimbola T. Alabi
Finding Strength in God
God’s love sets me free.
This is my victory song.
His grace is sufficient for me.
It is what keeps me strong.
For I’m no perfect man,
And on my own cannot prevail.
Sometimes doing the best I can,
Even will seem to no avail.
Had my share of heartaches,
Sometimes wondering to what end.
Made my share of mistakes.
Over this, I can’t pretend.
The struggles may increase,
But it’s no cause for alarm.
God’s thoughts to me are of peace,
To nurture and not to harm.
I forge on quite resolved.
God’s at work in me for the best.
I am flawed but fiercely loved,
And He is not finished yet.
God’s perfect plan for me,
I may not fully understand.
But trusting, obeying, I’m grateful to be,
Handled in His loving hand.
4. A Spiritual Journey
by Ana Lei Somerville
Journey of Self-Discovery And Tranquility
Across from the mountains,
A little house sits in the trees.
I’m lost in tranquility
As my soul tries to breathe.
White clouds moving slowly,
The breeze a calm still.
I’m caught in the moment
As my heart starts to heal.
A piece of me
In the startling blue sky.
As I spread my wings,
My soul starts to fly.
I fly to unknown places,
Where pain and hurt once dwelled.
As the memories flow past me,
My eyes start to swell.
Tear drops drip slowly
Down my cheeks.
The wind wipes them dry
And gives me some peace.
Soaring so free,
Over water and land,
My Spirit Guide gently
Takes me by my hand.
He shows me what was
And what’s meant to be
And why my life
Is so important it seems.
A long soar,
Like the eagle high,
I bow my head,
And I start to cry.
Back on the land,
Across from the trees,
I began to realize
What healing means.
It means not to forget,
Let the past flow
Of all the horrors
One soul had to go.
To take the strengths
And apply them to life
Is a valuable lesson
I’ve learned this flight.
Alone in the sunset,
I watch it go down,
When I finally realize
What peace I have found.
5. Rest, My Soul
by Abimbola T. Alabi
Finding Contentment in God
Rest, my soul, in God’s love
as you live every day.
Relax in His faithfulness
as you go along your way.
Embrace other’s happiness.
Share with those in need.
Seek peace with your neighbors,
both in words and deed.
Take things nice and easy.
Be glad for all you’ve got;
Not so fast and furious
griping on those you do not.
Fix your attention on God
and not so much on others.
Your times are in His hands;
that is all that matters.
Note to self, oh my soul:
As you do the best you can,
learn not to get upset
when things don’t go according to plan.
Relax in God’s goodness.
You know His ways are sublime.
He is never in a hurry
but is always on time.
6. Just Like a Child
by Abimbola T. Alabi
Lessons Learned From Little Children
How I wish to trust
In life, no questions asked,
Hanging on God’s words,
Confident and relaxed,
Just like a child.
How I long for conscience
As mild as the breeze,
Having goodwill with others
And always at peace,
Just like a child.
How I long for courage
That laughs at fear,
Knowing I’d surely be caught
When tossed in the air,
Just like a child.
How I wish to take
Life’s journey with ease,
Jolly through thick and thin,
As cool as you please,
Just like a child.
How I need this grace,
So dear Lord, to you I come.
Help me to believe
And receive your kingdom,
Just like a child.
7. Till Now
by Carol A. Andrews
You Are Never Alone
I stand in a stream of madness
And take a moment to still my fears.
In the aisles of dreams and sadness,
You were there throughout the years.
Like branches green above me,
Your loving kindness gently spread.
On pillars strong, your faithfulness
And mercy shades my head.
Through times of trial and sickness
And times of great despair,
Though times of joyous rapture,
I see your handwork there.
By day your love is with me.
At night I hear your song.
Tender mercy and Your kindness,
My companions all day long.
When I turn and look before me
At the avenue ahead,
The birds sing in their branches –
Their feathered rainbows spread.
And yet there’s still a distance,
For my journey’s not yet done.
More joy, more trials and triumphs,
More battles to be won.
When the storm clouds gather ’round me,
To find my way, I know not how,
But thus far, the Lord has helped me,
And He won’t quit now.
8. The Shepherd Slept
by Beryl L Edmonds
Needing The Lord
ANALYSIS of FORM AND TECHNIQUE
There was a shepherd who fell fast asleep
So there was no one to see to his sheep.
The sheep were delighted, freedom at last
Followed the leader and ran away fast.
All was hunky dory; they had a ball,
Walking for miles over fields, hills, moors.
Then came the sunset and the night grew dim.
They began to feel that freedom was grim.
They grew hungry and went in search of food –
Couldn’t find forage and became subdued.
It was hard to lie down and get their sleep,
As they were pursued by some ghastly beasts.
So tired and weary they wished to be
Back in the flock and the hand of safety.
They realised they needed their shepherd’s care,
For love, food and shelter that’s always there.
When the sheep had almost lost every hope,
A familiar face came over the slopes.
It was their shepherd and all ran with glee
To show they were glad to see him, truly.
They vowed they’d never run away again
And prayed in thanks for the shepherd God sent.
Amen!
Church Poems for All Occasions
From weddings to funerals, the church plays an important role in life’s milestones, and these poems offer a unique perspective on these occasions.
1. Blessed Occasion it is
by Anonymous
It’s the joyous occasion today,
The birth of the Almighty Lord,
May God bless you with peace,
With all the good thoughts,
Stay blessed forever in life,
The name of Almighty,
Will help you to survive,
Merry Christmas!
The glory of life
Basking in the Christmas cheer,
That glow on your face oh my dear,
Thank the Almighty for all that he gave you,
Because you are truly God’s chosen few,
On this occasion so special,
The feeling so good and new,
Say a blessed thank you,
To the Almighty Lord,
Merry Christmas!
2. Please Forgive Me
by Anonymous
It’s always forgiveness you ask the Lord,
For all the things you do,
Ask for blessings also,
And all the things oh new,
Because it is the special time,
It is the time to celebrate Christmas,
Merry Christmas!
3. Let Me Ask You
by Anonymous
Oh my lord, let me ask,
For tolerance in my life,
For patience to strive,
For things that I need,
For surrendering my Greed,
Make my life beautiful,
Thy name is wonderful,
Merry Christmas!
4. It is a Special Time
by Anonymous
It is the special time to take the name of Lord
A time for a special prayer
So, all I ask for is forgiveness,
And all the things rear
Please God grant me divinity,
To take your name forever,
Merry Christmas!
5. May Your Days be Filled!
by Anonymous
May your days be filled with love,
May your nights with serenity,
The calmness in the air,
And all the divinity,
Is because of this special time,
A time to remember thy Lord,
It’s the Christmas time,
Merry Christmas!
Family Church Poems
Celebrate the joys and challenges of family life in the context of the church, with poems that offer a unique perspective on family and faith.
1. Family Church
by Daniel Miltz
Church isn’t just
An epicenter we go
The coming together
Is the thing
That our character is
It’s a family you belong to
2. The Gospel of Wealth
by Carolyn Wilde
Jesus was rich, you say? ‘Tis a twisted gospel indeed,
To fit our culture of this day, that caters to man’s greed.
It’s the age old lie reborn, spread by new breed of teacher,
Who views the poor with scorn, while mocking the old-time preacher.
A new gospel, with a thirst for a kingdom now and here;
That teaches men to seek Self first, refusing God to fear.
They twist Christ’s covenant of old; His own blood, its decree.
They want silver and lots of gold! Their wealth will set them free!
Choosing not to seek God’s face, they prefer to seek His hand.
Not enough, sins to erase! God must serve, while they command.
For holiness, they don’t thirst, nor for godly doctrine sound.
They want their own desires first! A new path they have found!
“Give us riches! Give us more gold, and mansions here so fine!
We will not walk the paths of old! On this earth, we must shine!
God must give us our own way, while we strut down here below.
For our desires, we will pray; On Self, all goods bestow.
We choose to strut in wealth, and walk a path of great success.
In this life, naught but perfect health, adorned with finest dress.
With the wealthy, we will dine; and much gold we choose to seek.
Drinking only earth’s best wine! Being poor is for the meek!
Do you think we plan to lose? I tell you, we’ll not be poor!
Our own selves, we will amuse! We are destined to have more!
Let no man dare to take our coat; nor slap our sun-kissed cheek.
We will sue him for his cloak! Men will never find us weak!
Don’t try to make us walk your mile, or give us trial or test!
We’re the heirs you must not rile! We demand the very best!
We’ll get all that we do claim, and be all we wish to be.
Getting gold and much fame. We’ll even help you for a fee!
We choose to only serve a King Who came to give us gold.
Not a Savior, who killed Death’s sting, to gain lambs for His fold.
Not enough is this new birth, nor a heaven up above.
We want riches on this earth! It’s King Self we serve and love.
We’re glad that God sent us His Son, who died on Calvary’s hill.
But we want heaven and our fun, and choose to do our will.
Yes, Jesus suffered on the cross; His crown made up of thorn.
But we accept no trial or loss! We’re of royalty born!
Let this Jesus carry His cross! We’ll live our life of ease.
Let Him take all of the loss, while we live just as we please.
Let God’s own Son pay the price, so we will have no sorrow.
We plan to have things nice, with no tears in our tomorrow!
We are wise ones, men of fame; the way of the cross, we mock.
We will never walk in shame. Money is our founding rock.”
Once again, prodigals spend all for trinkets of this earth;
Refusing to heed our Lord’s call, are blind to Christ’s true worth.
Now if their fine words you have heard, and wondered if they’re right;
You must get back to God’s own Word! Be armed with sword and might!
Our Lord was loaned a humble womb; placed in lowly stable;
Buried in a borrowed tomb. Earthly riches? A fable!
He walked among the needy poor, the weak, the halt, the lame.
Touching wounded and the sore; Never sought for earthly fame.
Rebuked the vain and proud; Cared nothing for reputation.
To His Father’s will, He bowed; still cursed in every nation.
Satan offered to give Him all, to catch in web and snare.
But He obeyed His Father’s call, trusting Him for His care.
He did not ride in pomp and style, in gilded chariot of brass;
But walked the path of self-denial, and rode on lowly ass.
His path led to Calvary’s hill, to the cross of terrible shame.
There, cruel men spilled His blood; the purpose for which He came.
Few choose to follow our sweet Lord, when asked to bear their cross.
But some follow in accord and, for Him, count all things loss.
“Follow Me” still comes Christ’s call, “whatever may come your way.”
His servants freely give Him all; His will, not self, obey.
Marching through the centuries past, no lust for wealth or fame;
Before His feet, their crowns will cast; Praise only for His name.
Others live for Self alone; to this world their souls sell;
Not enough is the blood He gave, to free our souls from hell.
They will not follow the I AM; new doctrines they devise.
And walk away from God’s dear Lamb; the Pearl of greatest prize.
Don’t be moved away from Christ by those who claim they are wise.
Don’t trade Jesus for earth’s gold, nor heed men’s alluring lies.
This earth will pass away. Our promotion comes from above.
‘Til then, serve Christ, and obey! Trust His never-failing love.
When God blesses, do not trust the fleeting riches of earth.
For wealth here will surely rust. Faith in Christ alone has worth.
Walk humbly, with no pride, while on this earthly path you roam.
Be faithful, Christ’s true Bride! Heaven, not this earth, is your home!
Do not for wealth, salvation trade! This life will soon be past.
Earth will burn and soon fade. Priceless Pearl – Christ alone – will last.
3. Mary Had a Little Lamb
by Carolyn Wilde
Mary had a little Lamb,
His life was white as snow.
And everywhere His Father led,
This Lamb was sure to go.
He followed to the cross one day
And hung upon that tree.
So sinners, plunged beneath His blood
Could from their sins be free.
A crown of thorns; a soldiers’ scourge;
Both cruel marks of shame:
Salvation bought at monstrous cost,
For each who calls His name.
His cry rings out, the mockers sneer,
He hangs for all to see.
“My God!” His cry. “I thirst,” His sigh,
And demons scream in glee.
Sin hides its face; earth moves its place,
Its Creator gasps and dies.
The veil is rent, the Lamb’s work done,
All heav’n looks on and cries.
His body limp, His loving hand
No longer lifts to heal.
Then take Him down! On to the tomb!
Make sure His grave with seal!
Guard that tomb lest He escape!
You Soldiers, watch it well!
How dare our Creator come to earth
To save lost men from hell!
All heav’n awaits. All hell look on,
Each eye fixed on that tomb.
Then Life bursts out! The Lamb shines forth
Dispelling Death and Doom.
All Heaven shouts, while Hell shrinks back,
Men sleep throughout the scene.
Not knowing what has taken place,
Man’s sins can now be clean!
Can Life stay dead? Can Light stay dark?
Resurrection stay in grave?
Oh, foolish Man, why can’t you see?
Our Savior came to save!
Man simply passes on his way,
Few stop at that old cross.
But each who looks the other way
Will suffer endless loss.
A few do stop and few do gaze,
Guilt piercing through their soul.
“Wash me!” their cry. “Forgive,” their sigh,
And Christ’s blood makes them whole.
Yes, Mary had a little Lamb.
The LAMB ‘tween heaven and earth.
Oh, stop, ye men! Behold your Lamb!
Possess a brand new birth!
4. The Prayer less Church
by Carolyn Wilde
Wake up, o sleeper! Get up! Arise!
Do you not hear our terror filled cries?
This world is tossing us, to and fro;
Yet you sleep on; and no mercy show.
Do you not care that we are dying?
Can you not hear our moans and crying?
Your love for us is an empty claim,
You will not rise and call on God’s name.
That we all perish, you do not care,
You refuse to call on God in prayer.
We pray to gods, who can’t help at all,
Yet, on the Living God, you won’t call.
You won’t wake up and fall to your knees;
You prefer sleep and your life of ease.
Our hearts are filled with fear; we tremble,
But to pray, you will not assemble.
Do you care nothing about our fate?
Will you wake up, when it is too late?
You sleep, as we face our damnation;
You don’t care about our salvation.
On this ship of life, we toss and lurch,
The tragedy is … the PRAYERLESS CHURCH.
5. We Can Never Outgive Our Lord
by Carolyn Wilde
She poured out sweet perfume,
In the midst of men’s sneers.
She knelt down before Him,
Bathed His feet with her tears.
Man’s scorns seemed as nothing,
To her heart filled with love,
She can’t out give Jesus,
Her sweet Lord from above.
Jesus poured out His blood,
He suffered in shame.
All creation stood by,
As man mocked His dear name.
He prevented angels
From defending with sword.
Not one will be able,
To out give the Lord.
We can give Him our life,
Count our own as a loss.
We can kneel before Him,
At that old rugged cross.
We can follow His steps,
Give our head to man’s sword,
But no man can ever,
Out give Jesus, our Lord.
6. I Return to the Church
by Carolyn Marie Rodgers
Spoons of love and
grace, mushy with mercy,
like oatmeal in a bowl
hushes my mouth into
sugary sweet solemnity.
A neophyte’s reverence.
Holiness. Me. God’s witness
recipient.
7. A Finger to Make a Cross
by Anonymous
across my lips.
And is this love?
Oh yes, this is love
when I come, returned from
the world from walking through
hells, my hungry years.
Hunger that is called youth
looking for rainbows, promised
lands, edens, and paradises.
Only to find it all
that I left behind, that
I could not see like Hagar.
And I did not
even know the word,
desert.
8. My Church Family
by Rick Harris
Some folks have at least one sister and brother
Perhaps even more than that
Or maybe just a father and mother
But I have a large family and that’s a fact.
My earthly brother has passed away
My mother and father are no longer here
My sister is still among us, I’m glad to say
But lives a long way away, not very near.
But God has blessed me in a very big way
brought me out of the darkness into His light
He’s given me many brothers and sisters and more every day
My church family…what a beautiful sight.
I must tell you about my beloved Pastor Brett
He leads this church family, mighty man of God is he
In God’s hands, he is firmly set
He teaches us, guides us, and God’s way he helps us see.
My brothers and sisters have also taught me much
thanks to them, I have come very far
they care for me, pray for me and are always in touch
I love them so…what a glorious group they are.
This is my church family, God bless them all
I’m always there for them, as they are for me
They always help me up when I stumble and fall
With their love and support to help me be all I can be.
A church family such as this you can have too
Ask God into your heart and ask Him to help you see
He will bless you, love you and make you new
And He will direct you to a church family.
Final Thoughts
In short, church poetry provides a distinctive and potent perspective on the place of religion in our life.
These church poems offer a stimulating and interesting viewpoint, whether we’re looking for motivation, comedy, or a better understanding of faith.
There is a church poem to fit every taste and interest, from the well-known works of prominent writers to the quirky and joyful verses of children’s poetry.
Through delving into the numerous dimensions of the church, its significance and meaning are made clearer, enhancing our spiritual life and strengthening our ties to the outside world.
So let us know if you enjoyed these poems for church.
