Religious Christmas Poems

Enjoy our collection of religious Christmas poems. Verses and poems that will remind you of the reasons we celebrate Christmas.

Christmas is one of the most religious holidays celebrated in the church. Recognizing and honoring the birth of our Saviour. Let these religious poems remind you of the reasons we celebrate Christmas.

A Christmas Carol For Children
Poet: Martin Luther

Good news from heaven the angels bring,
Glad tidings to the earth they sing:
To us this day a child is given,
To crown us with the joy of heaven.

This is the Christ, our God and Lord,
Who in all need shall aid afford:
He will Himself our Saviour be,
From sin and sorrow set us free.

To us that blessedness He brings,
Which from the Father’s bounty springs:
That in the heavenly realm we may
With Him enjoy eternal day.

All hail, Thou noble Guest, this morn,
Whose love did not the sinner scorn!
In my distress Thou cam’st to me:
What thanks shall I return to Thee?

Were earth a thousand times as fair,
Beset with gold and jewels rare,
She yet were far too poor to be
A narrow cradle, Lord, for Thee.

Ah, dearest Jesus, Holy Child!
Make Thee a bed, soft, undefiled,
Within my heart, that it may be
A quiet chamber kept for Thee.

Praise God upon His heavenly throne,
Who gave to us His only Son:
For this His hosts, on joyful wing,
A blest New Year of mercy sing.

A Message For Joseph
Poet: Greta Zwaan, © 2004

The gossip lines have done their work; the news is spread abroad;
The village is alive with talk – who dishounored God?
Joseph was an honourable man, his ancestry well known;
Kind and gentle in his ways, as the years had shown.

Then he met a lovely maid, a gentle little miss,
He was mesmerized by her, now life was truly bliss.
They made their plans to wed one day and be forever one,
For Joseph, the fine carpenter, a new life had begun.

Preparations soon were made, such joy filled his heart.
Happiness could know no bounds, in this brand new start.
Mary, what a tender name, loving, gentle pure;
Holding to the truth of God, in His love secure.

Together they would serve their God, adhere to His commands,
Gathering council at His throne, as they made their plans.
Then one day the word got out, Mary was with child!
Joseph’s heart was torn in two – his betrothed, defiled?
How could Mary treat him so when his love was true,
How could she degrade their dreams? Now what could he do?

He supposed the best would be to send her far away,
He couldn’t bear to part with her, but, what will people say?
Turmoil, grief, astonishment, would not let him rest;
How could Mary treat him thus, when they’d been so blessed?

In the night an angel came – was it but a dream?
No, the message God sent forth, they were still a team.
“Joseph, go ahead and wed, God brought this about;
Mary has been true to you, you mustn’t ever doubt.
Yes, it’s true, she is with child, but He’s the promised One,
All the years that man has sought, now He’s here! God’s Son!

Mary is the one God chose to fulfill His plan,
And, Joseph, you stand by her side, help her all you can.
Don’t let others cause you doubt, Mary has been blessed,
Be a father to this Child, and put your mind at rest.”

When Joseph wakened, fear was gone, joy was there instead,
They’d raise this Child with love; he’d heard what God had said!
Folks could not destroy their trust, nor their life together;
Love would stand the test of time in calm or stormy weather.

The Stable
Poet: Grace Noll Crowell

I am so glad He was not born
In some rich palace bed.
I am so glad to know it was
A lowly place, instead,
A place where soft-eyed cows and sheep
Were sheltered and fed.

For to the country-born of earth
A stable will ever be
A wholesome place, where night comes down
With its tranquility,
A place of heart’s ease and content
For all who choose to see.

And so I like to think of Him,
First opening His eyes
In that good elemental place
Beneath the friendly skies.
That the men of fields could find Him there,
As well as the great and wise.

Fear Not
James A. Dillion

Not to the priest in the temple of old,
Not to the king in his palace of gold,
Not to the famous – the men of the hour,
Not to the great with their might and their power;
But to the shepherds alone in the night
God sent His glorious angels of light,
Bearing their tidings, so blessed and true,
“Fear not! a Saviour is born unto you.”

Not to the men who in arrogant pride
March ever on over life’s surging tide;
Not to the boastful who make their life’s aim
Only to seek after worldly acclaim;
But to the humble, the meek, and the low,
When in the night of great trial and woe,
God sends His Spirit to whisper anew,
“Fear not! Your Saviour abideth with you!”

An Eerie Night
Poet: Greta Zwaan © 2005

She walked so slowly, I watched and wondered;
She was just part of the crowd.
So young, so pretty, but with self assurance
Her quiet confidence spoke ever so loud.
She was very obviously pregnant –
Was she a girl of the street?
There seemed to be a young man with her;
I pondered the fact – did they just meet?

He seemed to be extremely attentive;
I sensed an air of concern.
Her smile affirmed that they were connected,
‘Twas obvious as I could discern.
I wondered where this big crowd was headed
and why she chose to go now.
Why the attraction to go on a journey,
Couldn’t they postpone it somehow?

It seemed to me her time for delivery
Was ever so close at hand.
It seemed rather risky to be taking these chances,
I thought this journey had not been well planned.
Determination was etched on her forehead,
Though her body swayed in this trial.
I felt that any moment she’d falter;
No way could she travel another mile.

But as I pondered her strange circumstances,
I witnessed and aura of light,
A feeling of awe and great admiration
Entered this strange, eerie night.
Was this young girl, the woman of promise?
Did she shine with a heavenly glow?
Was there something unnatural about her?
Something I felt, but didn’t quite know?

All of a sudden my eyes saw the picture,
My heart skipped a beat as I took in the fact.
This was not just a courageous endeavor,
This was true bravery – the way faith would act.
This I now knew was the mother of freedom,
Carrying the Child who would all men free;
I fell on my knees for I’d been near the Saviour!
Almighty God come from heaven for me.

The Eve of Christmas
Poet: Pope Leo XIII

Cometh the yearly Feast, the wonderous Holy Night,
Worthy of sacred hymn and solemn rite.

No harbingers of joy the olden message sing,
Nor gifts of Peace to waiting mortals bring.

Alone the thronging hosts of evil men I hear,
And see the anxious brow and falling tear.

The Age will bear no yoke; forgets the God above,
Nor duteous payment yields to parents’ love.

Suspicious Discord rends the peaceful State in twain,
And busy Murder follows in her train.

Gone are the loyal faith, the rights revered of old–
Reigns but a blind and cruel lust of Gold!

O come, Thou holy Child! Pity the fallen world,
Lest it should perish, into darkness hurled.

Out of the laboring Night grant it a newer birth,
And a New Age to bloom o’er all the earth.

Circle with splendors old the brow of Faith divine;
Let her full glory on the nations shine.

Nerve her to battlings new; palsy her foes with dread;
Place the victorious laurel on her head.

Be Error’s mist dissolved, and ancient feuds repressed,
Till Earth at last find quietude and rest.

O gentle Peace, return nor evermore depart;
And link us hand in hand and heart to heart!