Youth Day is the first person festival of the church. This day has been initiated by the church to make it a day of reflection for youths and their role in the development of the nation. It was first celebrated in 1954 on 4th March with a view towards uniting students in singing their praises to God and their gratitude for His guidance, love, and protection.
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Youth Day Poem For Church
No Kids At Church
If there were no kids in the church
What joy it would be
How things would be different
A different church we would see
No more scuffs on the floor
No more marks on the wall
No more silly games
No more worrying about ball
No more noisy hallways
No more wiggling in the pew
No more “tabernacle”
No more doing things that are new
No more cups on the counters
No more food on the floor
No more kids’ activities
No more money for those kids anymore
But with no kids at church
It will not be all that great
For with no kids at church
We will have a terrible fate.
There would be little excitement
Very little life in the pew
There would be no enthusiasm
For the things that we do.
Yes, It would be a quiet church
More like a cemetery instead
Because, the truth about this church
Is that it soon would be dead!
Children are a blessing
A heritage from the Lord
So let us not wish for less children
Let us pray for more!
They need to know about Jesus
We must invest in their lives, too
For we must love all the children
For the Lord has told us what to do
“Forbid them not,” saith the Lord,
“And let them come unto Me.”
So let us be faithful to His call
And show and tell them of the Lord’s mercy
May it always be said of us at the Mount
That we love the Lord Jesus with all our heart,
Our goal is to obey and to please Him,
And for the children, we are striving to do our part.
Dr. Joey Anthony shared his poem in Sunday services on Father’s Day, June 19, 2022 as part of his sermon “The Kingdom Family” in the “King Jesus” sermon series.
Let me tell you something about a good Youth, a good youth is that person that stands to leave a mark like the parable of a pencil.
A good youth does not leave scars that only remind of pain and anger but marks to symbolize the purpose for good existence.
To that good youth, to that youth living for a reason and with a purpose in life, I say happy youth day.
Happy youth day to that youth who never worsts his or her life smoking like he or she is a heavy industry polluting the air with polluted smoke.
I am wishing a pleasant youth day to that youth, who has a busy mind not thinking of evil, to that youth who believe that an Idol mind is the devils workshop.
I am with the youth who has time to plan for his and her tomorrow, I stand with the Youth who believes that too much work makes John a dull boy, therefore finds time to play and physical fitness. I always want to see that Youth who believes in prayer, for such faith takes such a youth miles.
Happy youth day to all those youths who have taken up the campaign abstinence ili che. I am talking about those youths who believe that that and have understood that sex before marriage is sin.
Happy Youth day to all those youth who have risen up to the challence of wealth and job creation because youths are not tomorrow’s leaders, as youths we are the leaders of day.
Happy Youth day to all those who have chosen to have one girlfriend /boy friend if not married. Happy Youth day to all those married youths but have chosen to be faithful for forever for marriage is a holy matrimony.
Happy Youth day to all those youths who have vowed never to be used as tools of violences by political leaders for politicians come and go but the country must remain unshaken.
Happy Youth day to Youth have chosen to be the mouth piece for the voiceless through spoken word poetry like that of Brave, The PPP which is the Play Plan and Pray of Pelekelo, the written poetry of Chris Mainza, the voice of women by by Luwi and many more public speakers.
I am talking about those youths that have not have had the chance of being in school but are working hard using their God given talents to attain the best through hard work.
Happy Youth day to all those youth who are never content with their papers are are upgrading for the better.
Happy Youth day to my fellow youths have chosen not to be blessed by the blessers hence those becoming the blessie but rather believe that better blessings are from the lord.
Happy Youth day, Happy youth day, Happy Youth day.
One Dark and Starry Night
By Kelly Roper
On a dark and starry night
One star shone particularly bright
And led wise men to the sight
Where a prince was born that night.
When they arrived upon the scene,
It was almost like a dream.
There lay the tiny Lord Supreme,
‘Tween Joseph and Heaven’s future queen.
The wisemen placed their gifts before him,
To show how much they adored him.
Their souls filled with joy to the brim,
As the angels sang their Heavenly hymn.
Now each Christmas we commemorate,
And rejoice with glee and celebrate,
The birth of Jesus, the one so great,
The Son of God, the Word Incarnate.
by Kelly Roper
All of Heaven sings
Hallelujah to the Christ
Born to save mankind.
What Christmas Is Really About
By Kelly Roper
Frantic shoppers crowd the stores,
Buying up bargains by the score.
Do they know the meaning of Christmas?
It’s difficult to tell for sure.
Christmas isn’t a race to see
How many gifts that you can buy.
It’s not about cooking a ham,
Or about baking pumpkin pie.
It isn’t about hanging lights,
Or visiting Santa at the mall.
No it really isn’t about
Any of those things at all.
It’s about the birth of Jesus,
And his true divinity.
It’s about the birth of the Savior,
Who came to redeem humanity.
So stop worrying about those sales,
And getting caught up in distractions
Let’s focus on what’s important,
And be responsible for our actions.
Jesus is the reason for the
season we hold so dear.
So let’s keep the focus on God
As we celebrate Christmas this year.
A Christmas Day Poem
By Kelly Roper
Christ the almighty savior
Is the Light of the World,
Born in Bethlehem to redeem God’s people.
Meaning of the Advent Wreath
By Kelly Roper
The Advent wreath is a circle representing God’s unending love
And eternal life won for us by Christ our savior above.
Three are violet. one is pink; together they look quite appealing.
The first is the violet Prophecy candle meaning the coming of the Messiah is at hand.
The second is the violet Bethlehem candle for Joseph and Mary’s journey to that land.
The third is the pink Shepherd’s candle, which represents joy at Jesus’ birth.
The last is the violet Angel’s candle, which represents peace and good will on earth.
One candle’s lit first Advent Sunday. Each Sunday afterward we light one more,
Until all four are lighted the last Sunday of Advent to honor the Lord we adore.
A Nativity Haiku
By Kelly Roper
Sweet baby Jesus
Born of the Virgin Mary,
‘Neath Bethlehem’s star.
An Angel Spoke to Mary
By Kelly Roper
An angel said to Mary, “Fear not.”
And she said, “Let it be done as you say.”
And by the power of the Holy Spirit
She conceived a son that day.
The child within her womb
Was no ordinary babe.
He was the Son of God,
Born into this world to save.
Jesus came to save all sinners
And redeem them for the Lord,
And we celebrate each Christmas
To show Him He is loved and adored.
What Christmas Looks Like to Me
By Kelly Roper
Twinkling lights upon the tree,
Going to church on Christmas Eve,
Baby Jesus in the nativity,
This what Christmas looks like to me.
Happy Birthday, Jesus
By Kelly Roper
Happy birthday, Jesus
and Merry Christmas too.
We all know that you love us,
And all of us love you!
Happy birthday, Jesus
And bless your mother too.
Mary said yes to God’s plan,
And gifted the world with you.
By Kelly Roper
Can you hear the angels singing?
Can you hear the church bells ringing?
Can you tell who all this is for?
It’s for the birth of Jesus our Lord.
Inspirational Christmas Poems
May these poems fill you with the Christmas spirit and inspire you.
Make Christmas Last All Year Long
By Kelly Roper
Why confine the beauty of Christmas to a single season?
Give to the needy whenever you’re able.
Volunteer at a soup kitchen at least once a month.
Wish people a good day every day.
Sing your favorite Christmas carol just because.
Send cards to let loved ones know you’re thinking of them.
Surprise someone now and then with a gift from the heart.
Let that mistletoe hang all year round and use it.
Pray for peace on earth each and every day.
Try to love your fellow human beings even though they’re far from perfect.
Give thanks for all the Lord provides.
Keep Jesus first in your heart.
If you can do these things all year long, Christmas never has to end.
Christmas Church Bells
By Kelly Roper
Announcing Christ’s birth to all
As the faithful kneel.
Christmas Midnight Mass
By Kelly Roper
The alter is decorated with pine boughs
And red velvet bows tied in place.
Scents of beeswax and incense fill the air
Bestowing a heightened sense of Grace.
The church is shrouded in silence
And a feeling of peaceful anticipation.
The angels are already gathering,
To take part in the jubilation.
Parishioners greet one another
On this holy and joyous night.
They come to celebrate Jesus’ birth
And take part in the sacred rite.
All rise in their pews as the procession begins
And give voice to a beloved Christmas hymn.
There’ll be prayers and readings and time-honored rituals,
And the Holy Spirit will dwell with them.
For this is midnight Mass on Christmas,
And “yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.”
So when the church doors swing open,
Go forth declaring Christ is born!
Another Way to Express Christian Faith
Christmas poems are more than just entertainment when they focus on the true reason for this holiday. They offer readers a way to refocus on the birth of Christ and what it means to them and the world at large, and they provide a lovely way to share the faith with others.
My Earthly Dad
It’s no secret that children observe and copy the behaviors they see in the lives of their parents. Christian fathers have the immense responsibility of demonstrating the heart of God to their children. They also have the great privilege of leaving behind a spiritual legacy. Here is a poem about one father whose godly character pointed her child to the heavenly Father.
With these three words,
“Dear Heavenly Father,”
I begin my every prayer,
But the man I see
While on bended knee
Is always my earthly dad.
He is the image
Of the Father divine
Reflecting the nature of God,
For his love and care
And the faith he shared
Pointed me to my Father above.
My Father’s Voice in Prayer
By May Hastings Nottage
Written in 1901 and published by Classic Reprint Series, this work of poetry celebrates the cherished memories of a grown woman tenderly recalling from childhood the voice of her father in prayer.
In the silence that falls on my spirit
When the clamor of life loudest seems,
Comes a voice that floats in tremulous notes
Far over my sea of dreams.
I remember the dim old vestry,
And my father kneeling there;
And the old hymns thrill with the memory still
Of my father’s voice in prayer.
I can see the glance of approval
As my part in the hymn I took;
I remember the grace of my mother’s face
And the tenderness of her look;
And I knew that a gracious memory
Cast its light on that face so fair,
As her cheek flushed faint—O mother, my saint!—
At my father’s voice in prayer.
‘Neath the stress of that marvelous pleading
All childish dissensions died;
Each rebellious will sank conquered and still
In a passion of love and pride.
Ah, the years have held dear voices,
And melodies tender and rare;
But tenderest seems the voice of my dreams—
My father’s voice in prayer.
By Mary Fairchild
Most fathers don’t realize the extent of their influence and how their godly behavior can make a lasting impression on their children. In this poem, a child focuses on her father’s strong hands to illustrate his character and express how much he has meant to her life.
Dad’s hands were king-size and strong.
With his hands, he built our home and fixed all the broken things.
Dad’s hands gave generously, served humbly, and loved mom tenderly, unselfishly, completely, unendingly.
With his hand, Dad held me when I was small, steadied me when I stumbled, and guided me in the right direction.
When I needed help, I could always count on Dad’s hands.
Sometimes Dad’s hands corrected me, disciplined me, shielded me, rescued me.
Dad’s hands protected me.
Dad’s hand held mine when he walked me down the aisle. His hand gave me to my forever love, who, not surprisingly, is very much like Dad.
Dad’s hands were the instruments of his great big, rugged-tender heart.
Dad’s hands were strength.
Dad’s hands were love.
With his hands he praised God.
And he prayed to the Father with those big hands.
Dad’s hands. They were like Jesus’ hands to me.
Thank You, Dad
If your father deserves a heartfelt thank you, this short poem may contain just the right words of gratitude he needs to hear from you.
Thank you for the laughter,
For the good times that we share,
Thanks for always listening,
For trying to be fair.
Thank you for your comfort,
When things are going bad,
Thank you for the shoulder,
To cry on when I’m sad.
This poem’s a reminder that
All my life through,
I’ll be thanking heaven
For a special dad like you.
By Jaime E. Murgueytio
Is your father your hero? This poem, published in Murgueytio’s book, “It’s My Life: A Journey in Progress,” is the perfect way to tell your dad what he means to you.
My hero is the quiet type,
No marching bands, no media hype,
But through my eyes, it’s plain to see,
A hero, God has sent to me.
With gentle strength and quiet pride,
All self-concern is set aside,
To reach out to his fellow man,
And be there with a helping hand.
Heroes are a rarity,
A blessing to humanity.
With all they give and all they do,
I’ll bet the thing you never knew,
My hero has always been you.
God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle’s flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew his masterpiece was complete,
And so, he called it Dad
By William McComb
This work is part of a collection of poetry, The Poetical Works of William McComb, published in 1864. Born in Belfast, Ireland, McComb became known as the laureate of the Presbyterian Church. A political and religious activist and cartoonist, McComb founded one of Belfast’s first Sunday schools. His poem celebrates the lasting legacy of spiritual men of integrity.
Our fathers—where are they, the faithful and wise?
They are gone to their mansions prepared in the skies;
With the ransomed in glory forever they sing,
“All worthy the Lamb, our Redeemer and King!”
Our fathers—who were they? Men strong in the Lord,
Who were nurtured and fed with the milk of the Word;
Who breathed in the freedom their Savior had given,
And fearlessly waved their blue banner to heaven.
Our fathers—how lived they? In fasting and prayer
Still grateful for blessings, and willing to share
Their bread with the hungry—their basket and store—
Their home with the homeless that came to their door.
Our fathers—where knelt they? Upon the green sod,
And poured out their hearts to their covenant God;
And oft in the deep glen, beneath the wild sky,
The songs of their Zion were wafted on high.
Our fathers—how died they? They valiantly stood
The rage of the foeman, and sealed with their blood,
By “faithful contendings,” the faith of their sires,
Mid tortures in prisons, on scaffolds, in fires.
Our fathers—where sleep they? Go search the wide cairn,
Where the birds of the hill make their nests in the fern;
Where the dark purple heather and bonny blue-bell
Deck the mountain and moor, where our forefathers fell.
Selected by Dr Oliver Tearle
In a previous post, we’ve gathered together ten of the very best poems about old age, but what about youth and youthfulness? Here’s our pick of ten of the greatest poems in the English language that celebrate or reflect upon youth and being young.
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stol’n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
My hasting days fly on with full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom shew’th …
Verse, a breeze mid blossoms straying,
Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee—
Both were mine! Life went a-maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy,
When I was young!
‘You’re only as old as you feel’ might be a rough paraphrase of the main sentiment driving this poem, by one of English literature’s leading Romantic poets.
Because of this, it’s an upbeat poem about growing old but also a great celebration of enduring and long-lasting youth. If we can but remain young in mind, then we are young, no matter that our bodies may be growing older. No: as Coleridge asserts, ‘Youth and I are house-mates still.’
Often I think of the beautiful town
That is seated by the sea;
Often in thought go up and down
The pleasant streets of that dear old town,
And my youth comes back to me.
And a verse of a Lapland song
Is haunting my memory still:
‘A boy’s will is the wind’s will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.’
’Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here,
And ease from shame, and rest from fear.
There’s nothing can dismarble now
The smoothness of that limpid brow.
But is a calm like this, in truth,
The crowning end of life and youth,
And when this boon rewards the dead,
Are all debts paid, has all been said?
Here we find the Victorian poet reflecting on death, but in doing so, his thoughts take him back to his youth. Why do young people find themselves longing for the grave?
Can we ever reclaim our lost youth? That is a perennial theme among poets in particular. Here, Wilcox (1850-1919) uses the image of the garden to ruminate upon this question:
I would go back, but the ways are winding,
If ways there are to that land, in sooth;
For what man succeeds in ever finding
A path to the garden of his lost youth?
Delight it is in youth and May
To see the morn arise,
And more delight to look all day
A lover in the eyes.
Oh maiden, let your distaff be,
And pace the flowery meads with me,
And I will tell you lies …
Unusually for a poem by A. E. Housman (1859-1936), the Laureate of unrequited love, this poem begins with hope: morning, springtime, and youth. But as the short poem develops, we realise that all is not well in this Edenic world of youth the poet is painting…
- W. B. Yeats, ‘Youth and Age’.
This poem is a single quatrain, and so can be reproduced here in full:
Much did I rage when young,
Being by the world oppressed,
But now with flattering tongue
It speeds the parting guest.
The young poet was angry and possessed by a desire to tackle the injustices of the world. But world-weariness about being unable to change the world sets in once the poet’s youth has passed…
Now and again
All my body springs alive,
And the life that is polarised in my eyes,
That quivers between my eyes and mouth,
Flies like a wild thing across my body,
Leaving my eyes half-empty, and clamorous …
Lawrence (1885-1930) liked to confront taboos in his writing, particularly sexual taboos. In this early poem, he touches upon the topic of … self-pleasure, using suggestive language (the phrase ‘willy nilly’ is a loaded one here) to conjure up the experience of what the Victorians called ‘self-pollution’. A somewhat different poetic take on youth from the others on this list!
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds …
Of course, in the early twentieth century a whole generation of young men found their lives either altered forever, or, in many cases, tragically cut short, because of the First World War (1914-18). This sonnet by the finest war poet England has ever produced is full of concentrated anger and, true to Owen’s intentions, the pity of war.
empowering youth poem
This is an ode for chicks who tough it,
About an empowered Little Miss Muffet,
Sitting alone there on her tuffet,
Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her,
Or was he a predator?
What was he after her for?
So, she said to the spider,
Who sat down beside her,
“Rak off, hairy legs!
Don’t even beg!
Less is more, less is more,
P.O.Q. , you naughty predator!”
And she ate her own curds and whey!
Empowering Miss Muffets these days,
Hopefully, us old bags do say……
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We’ll Get Through This
Lord, our troubles
Are so great,
We don’t know what to do;
The price for our
Is finally coming due.
The world is crumbling
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.
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
And everlasting love.
By Joanna Fuchs
This Christian poem tells of Jesus’ never-failing support for us. It’s a Christian inspirational poem that’s also a Christian rhyme.
You’re Always There for Me
When the world comes crashing in
And chaos rules my mind,
I turn my heart to you, Lord,
And pure, sweet peace I find.
You lift me out of trouble
You comfort me in pain;
You nourish, heal and cleanse me,
Like cool, refreshing rain.
In times of joy and bliss,
When things are going right,
You lift me even higher,
And fill me with delight.
You listen to my prayers;
You hear my every plea;
I’m safe because I know
You’re always there for me.
By Joanna Fuchs