Christian Poems

Santa Claus’s Visit

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With a click and a clack
And a great big pack,
Down through the chimney,
Pretty nimbly
Somebody comes on Christmas eve!

If we are real nice
And as still as mice,
If we never peep,
And are sound asleep,
He’ll fill our stockings, I do believe!

And when we arise
Next day our eyes
Will grow big to see
How perfectly
He knew what we all wished to receive!

This poem was written/submitted by Susie M. Best.

California Christmas

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No California Christmas could compare
to where the snow might drift down everywhere
the sun, in more grinchish ways than one
Leaves my snowy landscapes earthly bare.
Christmas in California is my prayer.

I live alone, and celebrate in soul
where Christmas days are crowded, white and wonderful.

This poem was written/submitted by Timothy Tim Werner.

God is Great

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He created the day and the night
He created the moon and the stars that shine so bright
Sat on the cross with nails everywhere
God didnt say nothing,he tried to bare

We should thank him every minute of everyday
For the price that God decided to pay
He died for us so we should respect
It is God who we never should neglect

God will once come again to gather the others
Sons and daughters, fathers and mothers
The people who respected him and went his way
Those people will go to heaven on that special day

This poem was written/submitted by Kayla Russo.

Merry Christmas, Sweetheart!

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Merry Christmas, Sweetheart
with you is where I want to be
Yet it seems our lives are complicated
for I am the one not free,

Yet the very best present
is the gift of one’s self
I have given you a part of me
that has never belonged to anyone else.

So we can’t be together this Christmas
yet our souls are not apart
for I have given you the best part of me
I have given you my heart.

This poem was written/submitted by Judy Burnette.

Moonless Darkness Stands Between

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Moonless darkness stands between.
Past, the Past, no more be seen!
But the Bethlehem-star may lead me
To the sight of Him Who freed me
From the self that I have been.
Make me pure, Lord: Thou art holy;
Make me meek, Lord: Thou wert lowly;
Now beginning, and alway:
Now begin, on Christmas day.

This poem was written/submitted by Gerard Manley Hopkins.