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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image by Danie Franco on UnsplashRenew in me a righteous spirit, Lord,
a valiant spirit with a willing sword.
Make of me more than I alone can be,
a living oak with strong limbs raised to thee.
At times, we scale a mountain, and
another one appears.
More than a few of us climb countless
ranges, through the years.
Because of Christ, we know a love
that fills the earth and sky–
a selfless and redeeming love
the world cannot deny.
Because of Him, what’s wrong on earth
will, one day, be made right.
His path is ours to understand:
the Way, the Truth, the Light.
Art by Simon Dewey
We hear at times a distant voice,
distilled upon the heart:
“I have a work for you, my child,
a masterwork of art.”
Soon or late, each soul must learn
how quickly the whole world can turn
upon its axis, in a flash,
as long-held dreams rain down in ash.
image owned by Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day SaintsWe do not see thee;
we are blind, and yet
we feel thy hand.
The Savior’s life was lived in prayer,
a custom born of love and need.
So many pains were His to bear,
so many causes His to plead.
image by Artem Kovalev on UnsplashThe world has moved beneath my feet,
but I can still touch ground,
more apt to lose my footing, but
more grateful when it’s found.