Religious Christmas Poems | Examples
These Religious Christmas poems are examples of Christmas poems about Religious. These are the best examples of Christmas Religious poems written by international poets.
Among the joys of Christmas morn
are gifts revealed from wrappers torn.
A gift that’s left unopened will
remain to all, a secret still.
Each one is given goodly gifts
to use with gratitude and thrift.
But sadly, many lives are wrecked
because one gift, they all reject.
The baby born on Christmas morn
was God’s best gift with love adorned.
To our race estranged by sin
God sent His gift, our hearts to win.
God’s gift remains unopened still
by stubborn hearts and wayward wills.
As you, through all your presents sift,
I pray you will open God’s gift.
On one Holy Night
An Inn Keeper was experiencing a very thriving business
King Herod demonstrated his selfishness and his evilness
Joseph and Mary found no comfortable accommodations
On One Holy Night
The bright shinning star was obedient to God
The wisemen were focused and determined
The religious leaders knew the Scriptures
On One Holy Night
The angels were joyfully communicating God's message
to the world; And the shepherds were obedient and
convinced as they became carriers of good news
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midnight frost whispers,
shepherds gasp—sky torn by gold~
a cry melts the dark
The angels did not sing. Not at first.
Their silence split the sky like frost on stone,
a pause between the star’s slow burst
and the breath that would become the song.
Noel, they’d say, but first—the dark,
the shepherd’s fire gnawing at the night,
the lamb’s pulse quick beneath his palm,
the weight of wool, the itch of straw,
the way a man might kneel
without knowing why.
Then~
the air grown thick with wings,
the cry like wine poured from a height,
the name that broke the nameless dark:
Noel, Noel, the root, the spark,
the falling, catching, light.
Now we hum it, clean and bright,
but the first Noel was half a scream~
the sound a world makes when it tears
and finds the seam is lined with gold.
Every year, people of a humble community living in the 88th Street of Bangkulasi are gathered inside a church. And each year, eighty-eight candles are being litted by children with disability, kids with less than ten fingers and very few assisted kids with no natural fingers at all.
One purpose of lighting the candles is for Thanksgiving. And again on or before Christmas Day before the end of the year.
There are eighty-eight sticks in a standard piano -- 88 tones being played and heard by churchgoers, participants and volunteers as they sing the church hymns.
The eighty-eight litted candles can represent many other things, depending on how people see and interpret things around them.
One child asked the priest, "Of all numbers, why '88' ?"
Christmas yet a month away,
our five year old already
buttering-up the spirit --
just in case God don't
hear it, he runs gifts by dad
and mom, is beginning to
sense a sleigh connection --
Of course, mom and dad
instead of great wealth,
pray for divine protection,
a share of good health;
pray for world peace, that all
awakened soul's continue to
seek ever higher enlightened
worth~
With Christ, a greater sense of kinship
humanity's precious rebirth....
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.
The sky is well-lighted with bright stars
The streets are littered with shiny cars
The motorists are playing Xmas carols
The children are excited ‘cause Mr. Claus
Papa Noel is coming in person tonight
To bring toys to boys who did not fight
This year and gifts to girls and gals
Who have been good all year long
Let's sing along, let's sing this song
Peace to the World, Love to the Universe
Like Nat King Cole; there is no need to rehearse.
Copyright © December,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
The bells of Christmas loudly ring
declaring Christ, the Savior’s birth
with angels’ choir, they join to sing
announcing God’s descent to earth.
The bells of Christmas gladly ring
proclaiming peace has come to earth
through Christ who came goodwill to bring
and dying offer man new birth.
The bells of Christmas sadly ring
foreseeing that the chosen race
would reject Christ their Lord and king
spurning his love and saving grace.
Hear the bells of Christmas ringing
to us hope and healing bringing.
Christ from heaven condescending
saving grace to us extending.
Soon the bells of heaven will ring
when Christ from earth his children bring
then her gates wide open will fling
to welcome saints, while angels sing.
W -Whimsical
I - imps;
S - Santa's
H - helpers
I - invent
N - new
G - games.
A - as
M - magical
E - elves
R - ride
R- reindeer,
Y - yuletide!
C - Christmas
H - holds
R - religious
I - implications
S - superseding
T - this
M - marketing
A - affiliated
S - sensationalism.
T - Though
O - observers,
A - also
L - love
L - lights.
(Acrostic)
12/08/2022
Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Bobby May
Messiah: Hallelujah Chorus (Part II): For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth. – George Frideric Handel
F-Frankincense
O-Offering
R-Reverence
T-Tribute
H-Holy
E-Evening
L-Love
O-Omniscience
R-Radiance
D-Devine
G-Goodness
O-Obeisance
D-Dove
O-Oracle
M-Miracle
N-Nativity
I-Inimitable
P-Paramount
O-Omnipresent
T-Throne
E-East
N-Nascent
T-Trinity
R-Resplendent
E-Ethereal
I-Infant
N-Nazareth
E-Evermore
T-Triumphant
H-Heavenly
07 December 2022
Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May
Childhood, Rising Early On Christmas Morn
Christmas, lone ranger toys, and whole lot more
two six guns, cowboy boots and silver skates
morn rising, racing to paradise shores
sweet childhood memories to celebrate.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-23-2021
Quatrain
Note:
My grandson asked me if I had written a Christmas poem for the children this year. I had not yet I told him. But then I sat down and composed this quatrain from a joyful memory of my own childhood.
As Christmas nears, may peace come over all
And a feeling of joyous tranquility so abound,
That we may all experience the carol’s sound
When our local singers come to deck the halls
And ringing their bells, they call faithfully,
Reminding us of a child born in old Bethlehem.
Ah, with nativity’s drama and a lilting hymn
Again telling the Christmas story so beautifully
Of lowly shepherds watching flocks by night
And wise men traveling from a far distant land
Of angelic notes sung to a heavenly band
With snow on the ground in the morning light.
The holy infant Christ-Child in a rude crib lay
Peacefully sleeping in a manger filled with hay.
written December 16, 2021
submitted to "New Nativity Scene" poetry contest
sponsored by Eve Roper
CHRISTMAS has ended
discarded bows and paper
the true meaning lost ...
Shall we take down the Christmas tree? My husband asked.
I laughed. Absolutely not.
But it is July, he said.
Which meant nothing to me.
The Christmas tree makes me happy.
It takes up almost no room.
Its cheerful lights bring me hope and joy.
My grandchildren were on their way.
They would be delighted
That Grandma’s Christmas tree is still up.
For that reason alone it is going to stay where it is.
Christmas in July, a second rejoicing of Christ. Okay by me.