Christmas Bible Poems | Examples
These Christmas Bible poems are examples of Bible poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Bible Christmas poems written by international poets.
In the town of Nazareth in Galilee
God began His greatest plan in history.
To redeem the fallen nature of the world
He sent an angel to speak to a young girl.
He said, “Hail, Favored One, full of grace.
You shall bear God’s Son to save the human race.”
And thus, will the prophecies all be fulfilled.”
She humbly answered, “I will do God’s will.”
The obedient reply of this one girl
Made it possible for God to save the world.
Because, in God she knew she placed her trust
The Word became flesh to dwell with us.
May we follow the example she has set.
May we do our very best to not forget
In the town of Nazareth in Galilee
God began His greatest plan in history.
A child gone but not just any child.
The Son of God and of Mary, mother mild.
With her husband, Joseph, she searched for three whole days
And when they found Him they were both amazed.
A child gone, and only twelve years old
A little sheep that had slipped out of the fold.
Why the boy would wander, they just could not conceieve
And when they found him they were both relieved.
They found that He was missing. He was somehow left behind.
They searched Jerusalem but they couldn’t find a sign.
They found Him in the temple with the teachers of the Law.
They were listening to Him in wonder and in awe.
A child found, with Mary reconciled
A happy end to a mother’s frightening trial.
Finally, together, for home did they depart
And Mary pondered all this in her heart.
Don’t let the Cradle
Crowd
The Cross
Out of Christmas.
Of course,
Christmas is
about Christ...
Dah!~ it is in
the name --
As evil is in Devil
whom we blame;
while man could be the
author of his own push/pull
game? Reality his own
Virtual? --
just think about it...
without our need
no talk of heaven
and hell...
unless
there are other planets
under such cryptic
spell
creation replete with
condemnation
and emancipation --
----------------------
Something is off...
a loving God that
would devolve spirit
as miracle flesh being
to pain some eternally
for His Own flaw
if imperfect Freeing?
C CHRIST
H HOLY
R RIGHTEOUS
I INTERVENTION
S SAVIOUR
T TAU CROSS
M MARY AND MERRY
A ADVENT
S BETHLEHEM STAR
Seldom now, but once popular,
carnal Feast of Adam and Eve.
A Christian tale, if you believe,
spun, no doubt, by a gospeler.
Late December, Mystery Play –
downfall, the original sin.
Played on stage, moral tale to spin,
a day both frightening and gay.
Reenactment of solemn scene
was surely presented well-posed.
Original sin, acts exposed,
with performances now obscene.
Paradise Tree prettified strung
with roses, lit candles, and sweets.
Apples and wafers, tasty treats,
all upon the bare tree were hung.
O, Tannenbaum, I may believe
this festival, your lasting fame,
the current Christmas Tree became,
that we adorn on Christmas Eve.
Jolly Home Is where
Family members and friends
For the Holidays.
Christmas time
Joy is in the air
In full force.
Holy Home
Love is in the air
In full throttle.
For the Holidays
Everything is unblemished
For Humanity.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Led by star,
Wise men came
to worship.
The Scribes connived;
or were they just
naive about
the secret plot
and very evil
intent of the King?
Oh, what irony!
He believed Scripture,
but used it to kill.
121923PS
Christians are happy
That Jesus Christ came on Earth
To save everybody.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Did the Holy Family leave it all behind, when they fled?
Did they barter the gold to invest in a comfy baby bed?
Did Mary use frankincense for calm aromas to waft in?
Did they keep the myrrh for His burial without a coffin?
Christmas Eve
With frigid air
Scurrying
Failed plans
Gatherings
Smiles..
These snapshots
Are everything..
Which cannot
Be known..
Yet may be
A fulfilling
Story of
A birth of
Peace as not
Understanding...
The Only Star for Me
I gaze into the starry sky
I am bewildered, day gone by
I wondered how this could be
Is there not a star just for me?
Another day, another night
I cry out LORD, please give me sight
Then the night shined clear as day
When a bright star lit my way.
The only star for me
Shone at night, all to see
Bethlehem, the Kingdom come
On the cross, salvation sum!
Written by Stacey Brown
November 2, 2022
Poetry contest, The Only Star For Me
When the paramedics Arrived
and entered the house
On Christmas eve night
they saw a poor old man
with long wavy gray hair
Wearing a black and red
checkered shirt and corduroy pants
With a gold chain attached to the loop
of his belt securing his wallet to his back pocket.
He was Slumped over sitting on his chair
his glasses fell to the floor
He was clutching a bible in his hands
We tried everything humanly possible
to revive the old man
but we were unable to find any vital signs
he was cold to the touch
not even a breath or a heartbeat
could be heard, on that holy night.
we wrapped him up in sheets
and transported him to the morgue
where we laid him to rest
with his bible on his chest.
Serendipitous trippy flakes, when it snows in Georgia;
forecast bleak, cancelled week - not a dent in Minnesota,
but here in the bible belt angels shake their fists
full of gentle flurries. They surround the stately trees
and remind the pines of Christmas past -
January’s our month to shine. Blizzard? White out?
Banks of snow? of course not! This is the South - we lack plows.
We might hazard a walk down the street, the lovely white coat
of fresh paint under feet, but for yours truly, I need deer’s feet
to climb down and up my hill - balding boots will not do.
Flurries a little fuller, twirling, dancing, romancing. Precious
these times - even a robin’s adorned in an imitation
white mink coat, lilting hallelujahs on this holy morning.
1/16/2022
Don’t lose yourself in Christmas gaiety
Of unwise spending and false piety
But share your bounty with the poor
To feel and enjoy Heaven’s grandeur
Wish all my Poetry Soup friends a Joyful Christmas and all Blessings from the one who lowered himself to be born in a manger !