Christmas in Mayberry
~A poem about Christmas in Mayberry and “The Andy Griffith Show”~ It’s Christmas in Mayberry, the mountains are white Opie and his friends are all filled with delight. The town is lit up, wreaths are on every door Andy whistles the carols he’s whistled before. Opie skips along Main Street to hear the Mayberry band, Leon lopes close behind him; what’s that in his hand? No, it isn’t a sandwich’s sticky remains, It’s Christmas and he clutches a new candy…
Nashville’s Month Before Christmas
An oldie but goodie Christmas poem from 1999. ‘Tis the month before Christmas and all through the town The tinsel, lights, (snow?!?!) across Nashville abound. And all over town in arenas and halls From Legislative Plaza and to Rivergate Mall; From Belle Meade Plantation to Riverfront Park; Nashville glows all day, is ablaze after dark. Concerts and pageants, reunions and greeting Shopping and singing, decorating and eating. From the carols of Christmas to the Messiah’s strains New memories are made,…
Christmas in Iraq – a Poem for Our Troops
~ “Christmas in Iraq” is poem written for a soldier sponsored by Christian Activities in Iraq in 2005 and for all our troops stationed around the world far from home at Christmas time ~ Christmas in Iraq ‘Twas the night before Christmas in an Iraqi town;And our brave U.S. forces had all just hunkered down.Not a Humvee was moving, not a Jeep stirred the sandAs troops dreamed of their homes, each and every man.Some longed for their sweethearts, other men…
Memorial Day, a Poem
A Poem Honoring Our Dead Soldiers for Memorial Day by a Veteran Today, a mother laid a lily on a young soldier’s grave,for his country, this young man gave it all, so gallant and so brave.This brave young soldier went off to war, now he no longer lives,for the love of God and country, he gave all that he could give.I served my country long ago; in years I gave it ten,if I were a young man now, I would…
Mothers Are Special
~Mothers Are Special: a poem for Mother’s Day ~ Mothers have a special spot in a son or daughters heart. This special place is like a secret vault; no thief can find, or tear apart, Only love and beautiful memories are allowed in this special place, the memories of all the hugs and kisses, and their loving mothers face. When God created woman, birth was intended to be severe, to create a bond between mother and child, that remains down…
More Easter Poems
The Easter season is a special time for believers in Jesus Christ as we celebrate his resurrection from the dead. Following are some Easter poems that remember and honor Christ’s victory over the grave. Easter Poems Thrice, Upon the Lamb “For He made Him, who knew no sin”,to be sin for our sake.The Lamb of God though sinless,bore three cruel iron stakes.The first stake pierced His blessed handonce crippled, now complete.The Lamb of God laid down His life,and thus, made…
St. Patrick’s Day Poems
Letter to a Saint Patrick, Patron Saint of Ireland, As you turned to God in your captivity, May we, captives of sin, turn to the Father. And when we dream, may our dreams Draw us closer to our Lord Jesus Christ. As you in your Confession revealed all Frailties, we, too, on your day confess Our need to become “begotten in Christ.” Jane Hutto St. Patrick’s Day Marauding raiders from Ireland captured Patrick in Britain at age sixteen at his…
St. Patrick’s Day Poem
Marauding raiders from Ireland captured Patrick in Britain at age sixteen at his parents’ estate, up ’til that time in Patrick’s life, things were just great. He was taken to Ireland and sold to the highest bidder into slavery; a boy on his own was left in the wilderness to tend sheep, with nothing more than his bravery. Patrick survived for six years tending the sheep, continually praying and developing his relationship with God, and even praying in his sleep….
My Beloved, a Poem
My Beloved, a poem by Edith K Ochien’g When the storms of life Steer me to shipwreck I hear God say to me; ‘My beloved, I shield you all day You dwell between my shoulders’ When the bills pile up And I can’t pay up I hear God say to me; ‘My beloved, I’m your Shepherd You shall not want’ When voices overwhelm me And I don’t know who to trust I hear God say to me; ‘My beloved, I…
In Jesus
A statement in poetic prose about our relationship with Christ My faith is in Jesus. My hope is in Jesus. My trust is in Jesus. My joy is in Jesus. My peace is in Jesus. My healing is in Jesus. My deliverance is in Jesus. My redemption is in Jesus. My freedom is in Jesus. My assurance is in Jesus. My inheritance is in Jesus. More Poems: A Father’s Hope, Poem Poison—a Haiku Mothers and Daughters Haiku For Father’s Day…
