Inspirational And Uplifting
Christmas Poetry
Much of the Inspiring Christmas poetry on this page is by Faye Adams, a Christian poet and a member of First Baptist Church DeSoto in Southern Jefferson County Missouri, USA. All inspirational Christmas poems on this page are copyright protected. They may not be copied or used without permission.
GLAD TIDINGS
By Faye Adams
The angels rejoiced and sang with joy
and told the shepherds of a baby boy.
The wise men came, a king to greet,
and laid their treasures at his feet.
Thus began a celebration, which
is now observed in every nation.
So rejoice with me and sing with joy
for the king who came as a baby boy.
Bring all your treasures one by one,
present them now to God's own Son.
And may your troubles melt fast away
as the bells ring out on Christmas day!
İ Faye Adams, De Soto, MO
CHRISTMAS
By Faye Adams
Enter a gate, a house on a hill
A busy street, a closet still
Enter a heart, discover there
A new birth of hope, amid despair
When music fills all the air
Itıs Christmas, Christmas everywhere
Once a year, God touches the earth
With the magic of His holy birth
Once a year, We sing of the One
Who came to us as Godıs own Son
Oh, to have Christmas every day
But truth is only for Him to say
The truth that Jesus, living still
Longs each day our cups to fill
With peace, joy, love divine
Just as now, at Christmas time.
İ Faye Adams, De Soto, MO
CHRISTMAS MAGIC
By Faye Adams
The Christmas season starts earlier every year
Even before Thanksgiving, causing us to fear
That merchants spoil it, that itıs all about selling
That nothing can save it, nothing worth the telling
But soon we realize, we love this time of year
When our mailboxes daily bring words of cheer
When friends get together, sharing delicious fare
Exchanging thoughtful gifts, chosen with care
When the world lights up in multicolored hue
As stars and Angels, yes, Santa and reindeer too
We don't mind Santa, we know the real deal
We know all about Jesus, and how we really feel
It seems like magic, the changes taking place
When music everywhere takes on a new face
Telling again the story we never tire of hearing
Of a baby born to man, a King of humble bearing
When the stars shine brighter and hope is reborn
Just as it was on that first Christmas morn
Our hearts are made tender, our spirits revive
Two thousand years later, because Heıs still alive!
İ Faye Adams, De Soto, MO
WHAT'S THAT I HEAR?
By Faye Adams
The bells are ringing,
listen, listen.
The angels are singing,
do you hear?
They are telling the story
once again.
The Son is exalted, exalted.
Handel's Messiah is heard
in heaven, as always.
What a gift God gave us
through one man,
willing to listen.
Listen closely,
listen with your heart,
what do you hear?
İ Faye Adams, De Soto, MO
(More Christmas Poems follow these reflective questions.)
Why do we celebrate the birth of Jesus on Christmas?
Who is Jesus?
Why did He come here in the first place?
What does the birth of Jesus have to do with me?
Click here for some answers.
TWAS' THE NIGHT JESUS CAME
Authour Unknown
Twas' the night Jesus came
and all through the house,
Not a person was praying,
not one in the house.
The Bible was left
on the shelf without care,
It's hopes and it's promises
all buried there.
The children were dressing
to crawl into bed,
not once ever kneeling
or bowing their head.
And Mom in her rocker
with baby on her lap,
was watching the Late Show
while I took a nap.
When out of the east
there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet
to see what's the matter.
Away to the window
I flew like a flash,
tore open the shutters
and threw up the sash.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but Angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
More rapid than eagles,
with lightning they came,
And trumpets proclaiming
and praising his name.
The light of His face
made me cover my head,
it was Jesus returning here
just like He'd said.
And though I possessed
great wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him
in spite of myself.
In the Book of Life
which he held in his hand,
was written the name
of every saved man.
He spoke not a word
as he searched for my name,
when He said "it's not here"
My head hung in shame.
The people who's names were written with love,
He gathered to take to his Father above.
And then in a twinkling
they rose without sound,
All of His chosen
were now Heaven bound.
I fell to my knees
but it was too late,
I waited too long
thus sealing my fate.
I stood and I cried
as they rose out of sight,
Oh, if only I'd know
that this was the night.
And then I awoke,
this dream, ....such a fright.
Twas' the night BEFORE Jesus came
There's still time to get right!
A CHRISTMAS POEM
by Harvey Ehrlich
'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck ...
How to live in a world that's politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to "Elves,"
"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.
And labor conditions at the North Pole
Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul.
Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,
Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.
And equal employment had made it quite clear
That Santa had better not use just reindeer.
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid,
Were replaced with four pigs, and you know ~ that looks stupid!
The runners had been removed from his sleigh;
The ruts were termed dangerous by the EPA.
And people had started to call for the cops
When they heard sled noises on their rooftops.
Secondhand smoke from his pipe
Had his workers quite frightened.
His fur-trimmed red suit
Was called "unenlightened."
And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows,
Rudolph was suing over unauthorized use of his nose
And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation,
Demanding millions in overdue compensation.
So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife,
Who suddenly said she'd had enough of this life,
Joined a self-help group, packed and left in a whiz,
Demanding from now on her title was Ms.
And as for the fits, why, he'd ne'er had a notion
That making a choice could cause such a commotion.
Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,
Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her.
Nothing that might be construed to pollute.
Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot.
Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.
Nothing that's warlike or non pacific.
No candy or sweets ... they were bad for the tooth.
Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth.
And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,
Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden.
For they raised the hackles of those psychological
Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.
No baseball, no football ... someone could get hurt;
Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt.
Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe;
And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.
So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed;
He could not figure out what to do next.
He tried to be merry, tried to be gay,
But you've got to be careful with that word today.
His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;
Nothing fully acceptable was to be found.
Something special was needed, a gift that he might
Give to all without angering the left or the right.
A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision.
Each group of people, every religion;
Every ethnicity, every hue,
Everyone, everywhere. ... even you.
So here is that gift, its price beyond worth ...
"May you and your loved ones enjoy Peace on Earth."
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NOTICE: This poem is copyrighted 1996 by Harvey Ehrlich. It is free to distribute, without changes, as long as this notice remains intact. All follow-ups, requests, comments, questions, distribution rights, etc. should be made to: mduhan@husc.harvard.edu.
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