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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The greatest story that was ever told
has naught to do with soldiers, brave and strong.
It makes no boast of golden treasure found,
nor causes lost, nor valiant battle song.
My path, at times, is overgrown;
storms brew beneath my swirling sky.
The sweetgrass curls and turns to brush,
scrapes tender flesh as I pass by.
How bright the sky, how still the night
when all the world received His light.
With joy and hope, we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ.
We speak of His example, of His love and sacrifice.
Our voices raise in carols praising Him, each sacred strain
a witness that the Lord did come and sank beneath our pain
to take our sins upon Himself, a perfect gift of love,
from our own Elder Brother, He who waits for us above.
Why must a mother mourn her son at Christmas?
Why must a father lose his daughter fair?
How will we bear the sorrow of this season,
when days ago their laughter filled the air?
Humble yourself as a little child
and crawl into the nest.
With barren head and unshod feet
draw peace into your breast.
A grateful son knelt down to pray,
determined at the end of day
to bow himself beneath the rod
and consecrate his soul to God.
The day I stand before the bar,
I hope to find in me
the person my beloved Savior
knows that I can be.