Poet: Marie Helbert King
Shepherds in their sheephide coats
Watch the star intently
Speak to flocks with voices hushed
Move them forward gently.
Time will hold its breath awhile
Wind be still, be still,
Soft the flight of angel wings
Around this little hill.
Unto us a child is given,
Something strange and stranger . . .
The King of Kings and Lord of Lords,
An infant in a manger.
His name shall be called, Wonderful,
The Child is meek and lowly,
The Comforter, the Prince of Peace,
Holy, Holy, Holy.
What Is Christmas Poems
Poet: Unknown
Christians awake, salute the happy morn,
Whereon the Saviour of the world was born;
Rise to adore the mystery of Love,
Which hosts of angels chanted from above:
With them the joyful tidings first begun,
Of God Incarnate and the Virgin’s Son.
Then to the watchful shepherds it was told,
Who heard the angelic herald’s voice: “Behold,
I bring glad tidings of a Saviour’s birth,
To you and all the nations upon earth;
This day hath God fulfilled his promised word,
This day is born a Saviour -Christ the Lord.
"In David’s city, shepherds, ye shall find
The long foretold Redeemer of mankind,
Wrapt up in swaddling clothes, the Babe divine
Lies in a manger - this shall be your sign."
He spake, and straightway the celestial choir
In hymns of joy unknown before conspire.
The praises of redeeming love they sung,
And heaven’s whole arch with hallelujahs rung!
God’s highest glory was their anthem still,
Peace upon earth, and mutual good will.
To Bethlehem straight the enlighten’d shepherds ran,
To see the wonder God had wrought for man.
Artless and watchful as these favour’d swains,
While virgin meekness in their hearts remains;
Trace we the Babe, who has retriev’d our loss,
From his poor manger to his bitter cross;
Tread in his steps, assisted by his grace,
Till man’s first heavenly state again takes place;
Then we may hope, the angelic thrones among,
To find redeem’d a glad triumphant throng;
He that was bom upon that joyful day,
Around us all his glory shall display:
Sav’d by his love, incessant we shall sing
Eternal praise to heaven’s all-powerful King.
Christmas Poems About Hope
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
The message He brought, the wisdom he told
To this day has not grown old.
He came to save us all
From God, He received His call.
That baby born on the night
To the world brought new light.
Thank you Jesus we praise you
God's promises are so true.
Christmas Bible Verses
Poet: Unknown
The Holly and the Ivy,
Now both are full well grown;
Of all the trees that spring in wood.
The Holly bears the crown.
The Holly bears a blossom,
As white as lily flower;
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
To be our sweet Saviour,
The Holly bears a berry.
As red as any blood;
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
To do poor sinners good.
The Holly bears a prickle,
As sharp as any thorn;
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
On Christmas day in the morn,
The Holly bears a bark,
N As bitter as any gall;
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
For to redeem us all.
The Holly and the Ivy,
Now both are full well grown;
Of all the trees that spring in wood,
The Holly bears the crown.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Without Jesus, there'd be no Christmas cheer,
No salvation, no hope to draw near.
This season, let's pause and say thank you to Him,
For the love and grace that fills us within.
In Bethlehem's manger, His humble birth,
Gave us reason to celebrate His worth.
So this Christmas, with gratitude we confess,
We'd have nothing without Jesus, our Savior and bless.
Christmas Quotes
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
He did not come in glory
He came to tell a story
About God's love that was so true
Given for all, for me and you.
Riches he did not bring
But you could hear the angels sing,
"Alleluia, a Savoir is born".
Mankind was no longer forlorn.
So on this Christmas morn
A day that is not the norm
Give thanks to God above
Who sent Jesus out of love.
Quotes about Jesus
Poet: Isaac Watts
Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes.
And send your fears away;
News from the region of the skies!
Salvation's born to-day.
Jesus, the God whom Angels fear,
Comes down to dwell with you;
To-day He makes His entrance here,
But not as monarchs do.
No gold, nor purple swaddling-bands,
Nor royal shining things;
A manger for His cradle stands.
And holds the King of kings.
Go, shepherds, where the Infant lies,
And see His humble throne:
With tears of joy in all your eyes
Go, shepherds, kiss the Son.
Thus Gabriel sang; and straight around
The heavenly armies throng;
They tune their harps to lofty sound,
And thus conclude the song:
"Glory to God that reigns above,
Let peace surround the Earth;
Mortals shall know their Maker's love
At their Redeemer's birth."
Lord! and shall angels have their songs.
And men no tunes to raise?
O may we lose these useless tongues
When they forget to praise!
Glory to God that reigns above,
That pitied us, forlorn!
We join to sing our Maker's love -
For there's a Saviour born!
Christmas Joy Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
This Christmas receive the gift of love
Sent to us from God above
Accept Jesus into your heart
And you will find that is a good start.
Your life will be transformed
Find peace and fewer storms.
Study the word and let it sink in
You'll find yourself moving away from sin
Life will have new purpose and meaning
It truly is a wonderful feeling.
The greatest Christmas gift you could ever receive
Is in Jesus, when you believe.
Christmas Messages
Poet: Unknown
The first good joy that Mary had,
It was the joy of one;
To see the blessed Jesus
When He was first her Son.
When He was first her Son, good Lord,
And happy may we be;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
To all eternity.
The next good joy that Mary had,
It was the joy of two;
To see her own Son Jesus
To make the lame to go.
The next good joy that Mary had.
It was the joy of three;
To see her own Son Jesus
To make the blind to see.
The next good joy that Mary had.
It was the joy of four;
To see her own Son Jesus
To read the Bible o'er.
The next good joy that Mary had.
It was the joy of five;
To see her own Son Jesus
To raise the dead to life.
The next good joy that Mary had.
It was the joy of six;
To see her own Son Jesus
Upon the Crucifix.
The next good joy that Mary had.
It was the joy of seven;
To see her own Son Jesus
Ascending into heaven.
Ascending into heaven, good Lord.
And happy may we be;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
To all eternity.
Christian Christmas Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Imagine leaving the beauty of heaven
To come to this earth.
That is what God had planned
with Jesus and His birth.
He came that we may know
The love of God is so true.
So this Christmas, let the love
Of Jesus shine through you.
