Christian poetry and poems for children

Good Enough

by Belinda van Rensburg

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.

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In a Land of Sand
(a children's poem)

by Belinda van Rensburg)

Some few thousand years ago
A cruel man was the pharaoh
Of a far-off desert land
With little rain and lots of sand.

Then one day a man of God
Came carrying a shepherd's rod;
He and Aaron told the pharaoh
“Let God's children go!”.

“No! I will not let them go!”,
Shouted the angry pharaoh.
He would not heed the man of God
Who leaned upon his shepherd's staff.

Moses struck the River Nile
And soon ev'ry ribboned mile
Turned into a flood of blood
Between banks of blood-caked mud.

Then came the frogs, the gnats and flies
Yet even midst all Egypt's cries
The pharaoh's heart was very hard
And from his slaves he would not part.

The livestock died; then came the boils,
Yet no medicine or oils
Could affect a decent cure -
Of this we can be very sure.

Thunder crashed and lightning flashed;
Stones of ice fell down and crashed
Man and beast and even fields;
At last it seemed the king might yield.

But still the pharaoh's heart was hard
And locusts left all Egypt scarred;
Darkness came thick as the night
Driving out each ray of light.

At midnight the destroyer came
Egyptian firstborn lives to claim;
At last the old defeated king
Was broken by death's fatal sting.

This then is the tale as told
Since forgotten days of old
Of the wonders which our God
Did through Moses and his rod.
© 2010

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All These Things

by Belinda van Rensburg

Jesus cares for you and me
For all the fishes in the sea
For crawling snakes and birds that fly
Upon the earth and in the sky.

Little bugs that buzz and hop
Horses galloping clip clop
Ponies prancing; dolphins dancing
Love birds kissing and romancing.

Sharp-eyed eagles that can soar
Mighty ocean waves that roar
Bleating lambs and chimps that swing
Refreshing showers in the Spring.

All these things and so much more
Jesus Christ loves and adores
He made each thing and everyone
Who lives under the smiling sun.

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Sound Advice

by Belinda van Rensburg

If you borrow, give it back;
If you're lost get back on track;
If you're down give God a call
For He will help you when you fall.

If you offend say that you're sorry;
If things are tough learn not to worry;
If you're tired take a rest
And always try to do your best.

Remember Jesus is your Friend -
that He will never let you down;
For your sins too He has been sent
So serve Him and receive your crown.

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Fright Night

by Belinda van Rensburg

In the deepest, darkest night
After I've switched off the light
Creatures lurk within my room
Planning my demise and doom.

They slither, slink and crawl around
Making not the slightest sound;
Waiting with abated breath
To pounce and scare me half to death.

My heart is pounding in my chest
I'm scared to breathe or move 'round lest
The monsters hiding 'neath my bed
Decide it's time that they were fed.

I am so scared; what should I do?
Night after dark night I go through
The same emotions; fear and fright
As soon as I've turned off my light.

I remember someone said
(or is it something that I read?)
We should never, ever fear
For God's Spirit's always near.

I'm not alone: He's here with me
And scary monsters must all flee;
When in Jesus's Name I pray
They have to leave and stay away.

I say a prayer and sing a song
Whilst unseen angels sing along;
They've come to guard me as I sleep;
To slay all things which crawl and creep.

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My Superhero

by Belinda van Rensburg

The world is full of superheroes
Decked in tights and flowing capes,
But in truth they're only zeroes;
Strange cartoon-created shapes.

Most are said to be quite strong -
Endowed with strange, mysterious power;
Their mission is to right each wrong
Causing crooks to quake and cower.

Some can jump and others fly;
Stretch their limbs or disappear -
One spins and scales buildings sky-high;
When they're needed they'll appear.

They don't exist and can't compare
To God's mighty men of old
Who daily bent their knees in prayer
And were truly brave and bold.

The power that they had was real;
God's Spirit worked through them -
They were on fire; filled with zeal
God's own anointed supermen.

There is One much mightier still
Than all those men of old;
He came to do the Father's will
And free us from sin s hold.

There's nothing which He cannot do;
The world is safe in Him -
He can fix and make things new:
He's Jesus Christ our King.

Yes Lord, You're my Superhero;
You're real; almighty; true
And as Your child I'm not a zero
For You've made me worthy too.

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Mixing Colors

by Belinda van Rensburg

I have an old tin paintbox in my sideboard drawer
Now and then I'll take it out from its little store;
Paint pots black and white; yellow, blue and red
Oh, how I enjoy to mix these on my brown palette!

Red and blue make purple
(A shade darker than myrtle);
Yellow mixed with blue make green
A color very often seen.

Red and yellow turn a fruit
Into an orange lush and good.
Black and white make shades of gray
As with my paint and brush I play.

But here's something stranger still
And the result of God's own will:
If you read His Word you'll know
Red can make black as white as snow.

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Wham Bam! Big Bang!
by Belinda van Rensburg

(a children's poem)

Zillions of years ago
(So the 'Big Bang' theory goes)
A boiling hot primordial mess
Experienced far too much stress;
It exploded with a 'Bang'
Followed by a 'Wham' and 'Twang'!

Wham Bam! Big Bang!
Oh what nonsense; what a sham!

The Universe was 'born' that day:
Galaxies went on display;
Space began to move; expand
(All this happened quite unplanned).
How do we this come to know?
Scientists tell us it is so.

Wham Bam! Big Bang!
Oh what nonsense; what a sham!

Is it easier to believe
This lie of lies meant to deceive
Passed on to us by hell's own traitor
Than to credit our Creator?
The truth is God made all that is;
All of Creation's truly His.
© 2009

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A Sunday School Lesson

by Belinda van Rensburg

In just six days God did create the heavens and the earth,
Then the man and woman sinned and gave Him a wide berth.

God covered them with hides, then banished them from Eden;
The entrance guarded by a Sword and Cherubim as wardens.

Evil grew and evil spread as mankind served the devil.
Noah built the ark before the waters drowned each rebel.

God sent prophets to His people to tell them to repent.
Kings and priests did not like this and killed those whom God sent.

Then Jesus came and took the blame and died in our stead,
And that is why the devil now our power in Christ dread.

All those who do believe in Christ will never, ever die,
And one day Jesus will return from high up in the sky.

Angels singing, trumpets blowing; Christ will come again,
For He is heaven's darling and the Savior of all men.

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I Am David

by Belinda van Rensburg

I am only a little shepherd boy,
Taking care of my father's flock.
To sing to the Lord is my greatest joy,
While I play a sweet tune on my harp.

Wait, I hear someone calling my name,
And I must go home anon.
It might be my brothers playing some game,
But I'll find out what's going on.

An old man is standing there next to my dad,
With a horn of oil in his hand.
My brothers are looking unhappy and sad
That I've been summoned by Samuel's command.

He anoints me with oil and says I'm the king,
Although I am still very young.
Now this very moment my heart starts to sing,
For I am God's chosen one.

To do God's will is my only desire,
To be good and righteous in Him.
I will play the harp for my heart is on fire,
While I worship the Heavenly King.

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The Tower That Wasn't
by Belinda van Rensburg

Pass me the hammer and pass me a nail;
We'll build a high tower and we will not fail -
It will be strong; a fortress; a stair
Leading to heaven - we'll be safe up there.

What are you saying? Your tongues are so strange;
You rave and you babble and sound quite deranged.
Oh! I give up; this simply won't do -
You're all talking nonsense and I am now through.

How can we build our dream pie to the sky,
If we can't even bid one another 'goodbye'?

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