Religious Christmas Poem About Jesus Birth

A Christian Christmas Poem About the Birth of Christ



Seeds of fire grow with smoky breath.
Tongues of flame lick the darkness
and eat away the barriers to sight.
Slowly shadows melt off of objects
once obscured beneath black blankets of night.

As the heat rises, images of revelation meet the eyes.
Secrets are revealed.
Knowledge comes crashing like water through a flood gate
beaten by a power it can no longer contain.
The Light illuminates life
like a candle in a pitch-black room.
Wisdom finds a new master
as it discovers it was a fool.

The Light flashes before the eyes
in waves of soothing warmth
and unravels the threads of night’s curtain.
Fear loses meaning in the face of safety.
The proud humble themselves before Him,
in light of life’s true meaning.
Glory dances in joyful sway.
Tongues of fire rise from the black sea
to reign over a new day,
licking eyes and crying, “Holy, holy, holy”,
illuminating a world once covered in utter darkness.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley

You may also these Christian poems and posts about Advent and Christmas –
Be Aware, Be Alert, Be Ready – A Commentary For Advent
When Love Stepped Off His Throne
Emmanuel – God With Us.

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When Love Stepped Off His Throne


Strung high above, dangling and dancing
among the darkest night,
shines a light for all –
a star that guides to the bread of life.
A mighty King lies in a strange, wooden bed
wrapped in unclean robes and lying on a pillow of straw,
ox and ass gathered by his head.
A beautiful Servant, never too proud,
but humble from birth,
yet deserving more riches
than any man to walk this earth.
In his weakness, he conquered more land
than the mightiest army or sharpest sword,
by his kindness, won more hearts-
we willingly give him our lives and call him Lord.

And who are we to welcome
the one who hung the stars?
Who are we to dwell with the one
who holds the universe in his outstretched arms?
When he knew we were lost,
he shrank himself to show us the way.
Even knowing what it would cost,
he was willing to wash our sins away.
“Word became flesh”
divine willfully shackled in bone.
Love bore the ultimate price coming to us,
when Love stepped off his throne.


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