|
Spiritual Christmas Poems
Here is a collection of Spiritual Christmas Poems that I hope will help you get into the holiday spirit. I had to put this Christmas Poem first because it reminds me of my Mom, Sue Kelley. My Mom passed away on Christmas Day 2003 of complications due to leukemia. This poem brought comfort to all of my family and I as we dealt with her death. I hope that it brings peace to your heart during the holidays if you are sad about your loved one not being here. The story behind this poem: Wanda Bencke wrote it when her 13 year old daughter was in the hospital at Christmas. She died on Christmas Day, also. I wish I could let Wanda know the many, many, people that this poem touched. We gave a copy of it to each person who came to my Mom's memorial service. Also, my 13 year old daughter, Kaitlyn, read it at the service. Christmas in Heaven
I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below with tiny lights like heaven's stars reflecting on the snow. The sight is so spectacular please wipe away that tear for I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year. I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear but the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here. I have no words to tell you of the joy their voices bring for it is beyond description to hear the angels sing. I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart for I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year. I can't tell you of the splendor or the peace here in this place Can you just imagine Christmas with our Savior face to face? I'll ask him to lift your spirit as I tell you of your love so then pray for one another as you lift your eyes above. Please let your hearts be joyful and let your spirit sing for I am spending Christmas in heaven and I'm walking with the King. © 1998
Wanda Bencke
Why I Celebrate ChristmasWhy I Celebrate Christmas It isn't the tinsel, The wrapping or things, That make me feel happy and Make my heart sing. The reason is simple (at least just to me) The reason is Jesus! Woohoo!!! Yip Yippee!!! He gave us the best, Finest gift there could be! He gave us Himself, When He died on a tree. So when I see my tree All twinkly with lights I think of Bethlehem On that most special night. I look at the star, Right at the top And remember the star And where it stopped. The presents beneath it, Bring to recall The Magi and gifts In a cold stable stall. To many, these things Are symbols of greed. To me they remind me Of what mankind needs! The gift that was wrapped And placed in stable stall Was the very BEST gift, Yes, the BEST gift of all! So that's why I celebrate ... I can't be much clearer, Christmas season to me Simply brings Jesus nearer! author unknown
Some Children See HimSome children see Him lily white the infant Jesus born this night Some children see Him lily white with tresses soft and fair Some children see Him bronzed and brown the Lord of heav'n to earth come down Some children see Him bronzed and brown with dark and heavy hair (with dark and heavy hair!) Some children see Him almond-eyed This Saviour whom we kneel beside Some children see Him almond-eyed With skin of yellow hue! Some children see Him dark as they Sweet Mary's Son to whom we pray Some children see Him dark as they And, ah! they love Him so! The children in each different place Will see the Baby Jesus' face Like theirs but bright with heav'nly grace And filled with holy light! O lay aside each earthly thing and with thy heart as offering Come worship now the infant King 'tis love that's born tonight! 'tis love that's born tonight! Alfred Burt
Christmas BellsI heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Till, ringing, singing on its way The world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime, A chant sublime Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Then from each black, accursed mouth The cannon thundered in the South, And with the sound The Carols drowned Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And in despair I bowed my head; ‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said; ‘For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!’ Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: ‘God is not dead; nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men!’ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Birth of Christ
The time draws near the birth of Christ; The moon is hid--the night is still; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist. Four voices of four hamlets round, From far and near, on mead and moor, Swell out and fail, as if a door Were shut between me and the sound. Each voice four changes on the wind, That now dilate and now decrease, Peace and good-will, good-will and peace, Peace and good-will to all mankind. Rise, happy morn! rise, holy morn! Draw forth the cheerful day from night; O Father! touch the east, and light The light that shone when hope was born!
Alfred Lord Tennyson A Christmas Carol
The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap, His hair was like a light. (O weary, weary were the world, But here is all aright.) The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast His hair was like a star. (O stern and cunning are the kings, But here the true hearts are.) The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart, His hair was like a fire. (O weary, weary is the world, But here the world's desire.) The Christ-child stood on Mary's knee, His hair was like a crown, And all the flowers looked up at Him, And all the stars looked down G.K.Chesterton Traditional Christmas Poems
|
