No Hands but Ours
©2009 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
No soul could walk this earth alone
and still emerge believing.
The fertile ground for faith is found
in giving and receiving.
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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No soul could walk this earth alone
and still emerge believing.
The fertile ground for faith is found
in giving and receiving.
To every heart, a wound must come;
no soul is free from this.
Some enemy or friend will deal
a blow that breaks your bliss.
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C H R I S T M A S
Cookies with red and green sprinkles on top
Holly and mistletoe, Mom kissing Pop
Ribbons to tie up each package with bows
Icicles, sleighbells, and Rudolph’s red nose
If I accept His sacrifice divine,
Returning love for love as He has done;
If I forget myself and touch the one
Whose sorrows weigh as heavily as mine;
I consecrate my soul to thee,
who died for me on Calvary;
this life devoted to thy care,
who hung and bled and suffered there;
Will our hearts ever know the love
That does not count the loss;
That bows itself beneath our sin
And suffers on the cross;
I thought I walked this earth alone,
beneath my burdens bowed,
until I found I could not bear
their weight and cried aloud.
Sometimes, when I am quite alone and still,
The Spirit speaks and whispers words of truth:
That I am not the master of your youth
And was not called to bend you to my will.