Limerick Poems About Jesus | Jesus Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: character,

As Santa Leaves Slab City

Santa hasn’t drunk cocoa tonight,
and he’s not dressed in red trimmed with white.
In blue denim so cool,
he is toasting the Yule
with a drink surely not mixed with Sprite!

Santa’s drink was a little too red,
and I think we have something to dread,
for he’s now in the sky
and he’s flying “too high”
as his sleigh widely veers overhead.

For the Humor Contest of Carol Eastman

* Slab City is a snowbird campsite in the Colorado Desert in southeastern California, used by recreational vehicle owners and squatters from across North AmericaEast Jesus is part of its artistic community.


Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: father, life

Was The Shroud Used As A Napkin At The Last Supper

Had a glass of wine to blend with the crowd
things got out of control, a bit loud

kept thinking Jesus sipped 
probably didn't get so lit

I bet thats how they stained the shroud ! ?






3rd person of coarse/no disrespect/lol


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: christmas,

The Very First Christmas



It's the happiest time of the year round the world Moms reading to kids on the couch they're all curled Bout the very first Christmas Bout baby Jesus what blissfulness As the banner of love and freedom is unfurled © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by louise nelson |
Categories: faith, funny, hope, inspirational,

money is not the god that I serve

money is not the god that I serve
for faith in the Lord God is not graded on the curve
God is not concerned with man's window dressings
and He doesn't give a damn about what the world finds impressing
just  trust in Him and he will give you an abundance of blessings
and your soul He will preserve

money is not the god that I desire
for Father God will give me all that I will require
He looks into the minds and hearts of every man
He wants us to live by the spirit of His commands
and once you  become a part of His master plan
the Holy Spirit  you will then acquire

money is not the god that I need to develop a relationship
for only through Jesus Christ will I have passage on that heaven-bound ship
and with only a mustard seed of faith
I will be entering through God's pearly gates
and so joyful that I can hardly wait
for my soul will have had such a great trip


Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy,

Just After Jesus

Just After Jesus

Just after Jesus had arose,
A toast to Him I did propose
What was it Trump had in mind?
With smallest one we could ever find,
Am sure that only heaven knows.

Jim Horn




Poem Details | by louise nelson |
Categories: faith, hope, philosophy, death,

Did You Ever ?

Did you ever sit and ponder
about  God's miraculous wonders
or sit back and reflect
on the religious aspects?
It makes my heart for Him fonder

Did you ever question the existence of God?
I don't think that question that is very hard
because I know what I feel
that the Lord my God is truly  real
and I gratefully give Him my heart

Did you know that the death of Jesus was sacrificial?
because man's belief  was so superficial
as Jesus'  death was the method to repent
yet mankind's sinning ways would not relent
for mankind's faith was so artificial

But there is one thing I can certainly convey
as ye reap as you sow, the Bible does say
just exalt and glorify God and in Him rejoice
praise and worship Him with a cheerful voice
and He will treasure you all of your days



Poem Details | by Mystic Rose |
Categories: love,

Her Heart, Skid Row


She spent her days in a convent with nuns so malevolent  
that even Jesus wept at the feet of her discontent 
you are evil full of sin 
they spited to the wind 
tears flowed down her face and all she heard was "repent!"  
the only love that felt real was on a a crucifix, Godsend  

then one day as she walked through a park she met him  
when he poured out the sun, her soul found it's rim 
two wings unfurled 
one heart impearled
somehow he freely knew her heart was on skid row     
one perchance meet and love began to grow;    
    
She made a vow to marry and bear fruit, above all else 
to be kind to others and never give her children welts
she prayed every night, 
it was a beautiful sight; 
despite the awful dreams of living in a dire convent belt, 
the day was spent with a man who made her heart,  melt*



*Definition Of Melt, (to make or become liquefied by heat)


The End

Contest Name: That rule was begging to be broken
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
Date: August 4, 2016



Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: humorous,

No Objection

No Objection

From his mind he needed protection
And no one had an objection
Picture of Carson we saw
That really grabbed my craw
Was with Jesus' at His resurrection.

Jim Horn

I remember Ben having a big picture
of Jesus in his home hallway.