Poet: J. J. Thorne
We are all brothers and sisters by flesh and blood,
We inherited love and knowledge in God's creating day;
When we love and help a brother or sister,
A generous debt we pay.
God's love for us created the world,
He gives all blessings and duties to obey;
When we love and help a brother or sister,
A dutiful debt we pay.
Perversion, malice and temptations,
Leads many minds astray;
When we love and help a brother or sister,
A moral debt we pay.
When we lose a moral and pious friend,
Their memory rests in the clay;
When we love and help a brother or sister,
An industrious debt we pay.
A good person's honor and deeds on earth,
May pass memory but never decay;
When we love and help a brother or sister,
A wise debt we 'pay.
From duty, respect, sympathy and love,
Man may flank but conscience does not delay;
When we love and help a brother or sister,
An honorable debt we pay.
Benevolence, charity and philial love.
Is a rose of virtue, its blooms are gay;
When we love and help a brother or sister,
A virtuous debt we pay.
With care we should seek the plan
The perfection of brother and sisterhood to lay;
When we love and help a brother or sister,
A blissful debt we pay.
Profane, fraudulent and unfriendly ways,
Bring about sorrow and dismay;
When we love and help a brother or sister,
A charitable debt we pay.
The Bible commands us to help each other,
For thy enemies to love and pray;
When we love and help a brother or sister,
A pious debt we pay.
God gives all love and knowledge,
A conscience to teach the way;
When we love and help a brother or sister,
A rewarding debt we pay.
Christian Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
We sometimes don't realize
Nor do we theorize
That sister and brothers we are all
Together we stand, or we fall.
It doesn't matter the color of your skin
Or what language, you talk or spin
Where you live or what you do
Your neighbor is a brother too!
Think about your family and how you treat them
Then think about how you treat your friends.
Our attitude should be to treat others, as we want to be
Everyone deserves respect - that is the key.
And "love one another" we should live by
We should help when we hear the cry.
Brotherhood or sisterhood together we are all
Together we stand, or we fall.
Poet: Alice Cary
Every life is meant
To help all lives;
Each man should live
For all men's betterment.
Poet Unknown
Give us, Lord, a bit o' sun,
A bit o' work, and a bit o' fun;
Give us all in the struggle and splutter,
Our daily bread and a bit o' butter
Give us, Lord, a chance to be
Our goodly best, brave, wise, and free,
Our goodly best for ourselves and others,
Till all men learn to live as brothers.
Brotherhood Quotes
Poet: Denis Martindale
O Lord, bless my brother in Christ,
For You are good and just,
You know all that is sacrificed
By those You come to trust...
And since my brother proves he cares
In everything he does,
I pray that You will hear his prayers
Because he loves Jesus...
So, Lord, anoint Your servant now,
Grant him Your blessings, too,
Such that Your Spirit can allow
More blessings to come through...
O Lord, just think what could be done
To save lost souls from Hell...
I pray You use this precious son,
He wants to serve You well!
Christmas Poems about Hope
Poet: Edwin Markham
There is a destiny that makes us brothers
None goes his way alone;
All that we send into the lives of others
Comes back into our own.
I care not what his temples or his creeds,
One thing holds firm and fast -
That into his fateful heap of days and deeds
The soul of man is cast.
Poet: Daniel C. Colesworthy
'By one rash act, oh, judge him not,
Nor cast him from your love away!
Upon his heart there's but a spot:
All else is pure as vestal day.
Mark well his course; with steady aim
It is the truth that he pursues:
Let not one fault turn him to shame,
Or with the world his virtue lose.
A pitying look, a gracious word,
May save him from the depths of woe:
Then haste with love to him who erred;
With all a brother's kindness go.
Poems about Justice
Poet: C R McPhee
He has no time to belittle others,
because he fully understands that all are his brothers.
He cannot hate for long,
for he knows that he alone must carry the heavy weight of hate.
He does not walk alone,
because God forever walks with him.
Yes, Brotherly Love is the easiest thing in the world to do,
because it helps the giver more than the receiver.
Brotherly Love is easy because it is enjoyable.
It is easy to do because it frees us from tension.
It is easy to do because it is the right thing to do.
Poet: Gerri Maxwell
The crown in shining splendor.
Reflects the life we live.
For those to whom have been given much.
How much they can give.
The crown in royalty and power,
Reveals the service done.
For he who serves his brother,
Will find a crown he's won.
Each knight and lady have a crown,
And each must shine by giving.
For as we serve and spread in light,
It will reflect our living.
For he who serves his brother,
Will find a crown he's won.
Poems about Helping Others
by Joaquin Miller
Is it worth while that we jostle a brother
Bearing his load on the rough road of life?
Is it worth while that we jeer at each other
In blackness of heart? — that we war to the knife?
God pity us all in our pitiful strife.
God pity us all as we jostle each other;
God pardon us all for the triumphs we feel
When a fellow goes down 'neath his load on the heather,
Pierced to the heart: words are keener than steel,
And mightier far for woe or for weal.
Were it not well in this brief little journey
Over the isthmus down into the tide,
We give him a fish instead of a serpent
Ere folding hands to be and abide
For ever and aye in dust at his side?
Look at the roses saluting each other;
Look at the herds all at peace on the plain -
Man, and man only, makes war on his brother,
And dotes in his heart on his peril and pain -
Shamed by the brutes that go down on the plain.
Is it worth while we should in the dust humble
Our fellows with whispers of guile and mistrust?
God pity us all! Time eft-soon will tumble
All of us together like leaves in a gust,
Humbled indeed, down into the dust.
Why should we envy a moment of pleasure
Some poor fellow-mortal has wrung from it all?
Oh! could you look into his life's broken measure -
Look at the dregs — at the worm-wood and gall -
Look at his heart hung with crape like a pall -
Look at the skeletons down by his hearthstone -
Look at his cares in their merciless sway,
I know you would go and say tenderly lowly,
Brother - my brother, for aye and for aye,
Poet: Unknown
Judge not! - though clouds of seeming guilt may dim thy brothers fame;
For fate may throw suspicion's shade upon the brightest name;
Thou canst not tell what hidden chain of circumstances may
Have wrought the sad result that takes an honest name away.
Judge not!
Judge not - the vilest criminal may rightfully demand
A chance to prove his innocence by jury of his land;
And surely, one who never was known to break his plighted word.
Should not be hastily condemned to obloquy unheard.
Judge not!
Judge not! - thou canst not tell how soon the look of bitter scorn
May rest on thee, though pure thy heart as dewdrops in the mom.
Thou dost not know what freak of fate may place upon thy brow
A cloud of shame to kill the joy that rests upon it now.
Judge not!
Judge not! - but rather in thy heart let gentle pity dwell;
Man's judgment errs, but there is One who "doeth all things well."
Ever, throughout the voyage of life, this precept keep in view:
"Do unto others as thou wouldst that they should do to you."
Judge not!
Judge not! - for one unjust reproach an honest heart can feel
As keenly as the deadly stab made by the pointed steel.
The worm will kill the sturdy oak, though slowly it may die.
As surely as the lightning stroke swift rushing from the sky.
Judge not!
Judging Others Poems
Poet: Charles Mackay
What might be done if men were wise -
What glorious deeds, my suffering brother,
Would they unite
In love and right.
And cease their scorn of one another!
Oppression's heart might be imbued
With kindling drops of loving-kindness,
And knowledge pour
From shore to snore
Light on the eyes of mental blindness.
All slavery, warfare, lies, and wrongs.
All vice and crime, might die together;
And wine and corn
To each man born
Be free as warmth in summer weather.
The meanest wretch that ever trod,
The deepest sunk in guilt and sorrow,
Might stand erect
In self-respect.
And share the teeming world tomorrow.
What might be done? This might be done.
And more than this, my suffering brother;
More than the tongue
E'er said or sung
If men were wise and loved each other.
Poet Unknown
Because He lived among us for awhile
And trod the common path yet without guile,
Because He taught to love instead of hate
Our enemies; He showed the way to consummate
True peace on earth. His life we emulate for He
Exemplified the Truth that sets us free.
Because Truth never dies, our Freedom lives
And lets us seek the Light that Reason gives
And thus promote the brotherhood of man
Through Service in fulfillment of God's plan.
Renew our strength, uplift our souls, we pray
That we may meet the test from day to day.
Poet Unknown
Who is thy neighbor? He whom thou
Has power to aid or bless;
Whose aching heart or burning brow
Thy soothing hand may press.
Thy neighbor? 'Tis the fainting poor
Whose eye with want is dim.
Oh, enter thou his humble door
With aid and peace for him.
Thy neighbor? He who drinks the cup
When sorrow drowns the brim;
With words of high sustaining hope
Go forth and comfort him.
Thy neighbor? Pass no mourner by;
Perhaps thou canst redeem
A breaking heart from misery;
Go share thy lot with him.
Poet: Edgar A. Guest
When a fellow's feeling blue,
And is troubled, through and through
With a melancholy feeling
That he cannot seem to shake,
When his plans have gone astray
And his hopes have slipped away
And he's standing at the crossroads
Wondering which one to take.
That's the time to grab his hand
And to make him understand
That he's grieving over trifles
And his worries aren't worth while;
That's the time to slap his back
With a good old friendly whack.
That's the time he needs your friendship
And the time he wants your smile.
When he's deep down in the dumps
And has known life's rocky bumps,
When he's got the kill-joy notion
That his work no longer counts;
That's the time a word of cheer
Sweetly whispered in his ear
Sets the heart of him to beating
'Till his spirit proudly mounts.
That's the tune a glad ''Hello!"
Means far more than you may know.
That's the time a sign of friendship
Really does a brother good;
That's the time a word of praise
Lifts a fellow up for days.
Sends him on his way, rejoicing,
That's the time for brotherhood.
