Christmas Poetry

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Marcylene

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The last stanza of this poem, while for Christmas, stays with me all throughout the year. I was wondering if you have a treasured poem honoring Jesus and pertaining to Christmas.

In the Bleak Midwinter

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

Our God, heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, Whom cherubim, worship night and day,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, Whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.

Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.

What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.
--Christina Rosetti
 
...another favorite to stop and think about.

Twas the Night Before Jesus Came

Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house
Not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care
In hopes that Jesus would not come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
Not once ever kneeling or bowing a 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 was 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.
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray
I knew in a moment this must be THE DAY!
The light of His face made me cover my head
It was Jesus returning just like He said
And though I possessed worldly 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 whose names had been written with love,
He gathered to take to His Father above.
With those who were ready He rose without a sound
While all the rest of us were left standing around.
I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight;
Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.
In the words of this poem the meaning is clear;
The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
There's only one life and when comes the last call,
We'll find that the Bible was true after all!

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Copyright 1984 Bethany Farms
 
I ran across this on a search for something else entirely! There are times God seems silent as I seek His will, sometimes I think He is either saying, "Wait," or "No!". There are times the Holy Spirit will give me a verse that pertains to my situation. To speak to me the Holy Spirit has used posts
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, a daily devotional, movies, friends, sermons, songs, books, and the list goes on. However, one of my favorite, almost "knock me over the head to be sure I have it" times is when He may use all of those things with the same message in a very short time. It is then I know what He is saying is of utmost importance. Then, when others seem to be hearing Him say the same thing...oh what a Good and Mighty God we serve! You can count the Greek and Hebrew I know on one hand, I am simply a sinner saved by grace. Nevertheless, He loves me! He speaks to me! I think He is telling me now to give Him my heart and He is sweetly, lovingly, patiently making certain that I have the message!


The First Christmas Eve

'Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the Inn,
Not a creature was stirring,
Except little Ben.

A trav'ler had told him
Of a beautiful sight ~
A manger, a mother,
A babe born that night.

The story had touched him,
Sunk deep in his heart,
And he thought of it, pondered it,
Savored each part.

The trav'ler had told of
A very great star,
And wise men had seen it
From countries afar.

And shepherds abiding that night
With their sheep,
Had heard angels tell
Of the new babe asleep.

All had followed the star
To the manger of hay,
And shepherds and wise men
Had knelt down to pray.

For the poor little babe
Was a tiny new King,
Bringing hope and great joy
To the children of men!

The wise men had brought for Him
Myrrh, Frankincense, Gold,
And a shepherd boy offered
A wee lamb from his fold.

But what could a small boy
Like Ben give a King?
No rubies, no diamonds,
And he had no gold ring.

And none of Ben's own toys
Would do for a King.
Not the slingshot, the marbles,
The whistle, or string!

Ben slipped from his bed
And walked out through the yard.
The moon was aglow,
And how bright were the stars!

It seemed like the heavens
Were beaming with joy
At the news of the birth
Of the new baby boy.

Ben followed a path
To the back of the Inn.
"The Child lies back there,"
Said one of the men.

Then Ben saw the stable
In the dim lantern light.
He saw cattle and sheep there,
Bedded down for the night.

And there in a manger
Lay the new baby King,
With Mary and Joseph there,
Calm and serene.

Then Ben knew the gift
That he would impart,
And he softly whispered,
"I'll give you my heart."

Then he knelt by the manger
So crude for a King,
And worshipped the Holy One,
SAVIOUR OF MEN!

Russell E. Coate

As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. Psalm 42:1
 
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