O Remember, Remember
©2025 Susan Noyes Anderson
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Each life refines a heart divine.
Our spirit gifts abound.
As God’s own children, we belong
where light and love are found.
These poems about Christ are among my favorites, for writing them has brought me closer to Him. God gives good gifts, and I am grateful for His presence in each day. May these poems, focused on the Savior’s life, mission and example, communicate His love to everyone who scrolls through them. If you are specifically looking for Christmas Poems or Easter Poems, feel free to click directly on either category. (Please request permission to use my poems about Christ by email before using, and be sure to include full copyright information on every copy. For internet use, a link back to the poem on this site is required.)
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Each life refines a heart divine.
Our spirit gifts abound.
As God’s own children, we belong
where light and love are found.
In Eden, one tree stood above the rest.
Its fruit, though sweet and luscious, was forbidden.
The serpent held out knowledge as a prize,
beguiling Eve with nuance, gently hidden.
Reaching for light,
blooms bright against the
coming of the night,
we stand as one and shun
the close of day.
When I was a girl, I had dreams … I saw rainbows.
The earth was my playground, the sky my balloon,
and Jesus was with me in all of creation.
The wonder of childhood is gone all too soon.
When I was a child, I spake as a child;
I saw as a child would see.
When I was a child, I conquered the world,
secure on my father’s knee.
I do have the faith to be healed.
How does God weigh our prayers
if the outcome is sealed?
Are we asking amiss to
petition our bliss when
the Lord’s will has not been revealed?
Life hurts. Love heals.
God allows us all the feels.
Hardship rains down on our hearts –
clouds our vision, stops our starts.
2025 is here, the new year
looking less than bright.
A dark path looms before my eyes;
my heart is longing for more light.