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Poèmes de Noël chrétiens

Êtes-vous à la recherche de poèmes de Noël chrétiens parfaits pour l’école du dimanche, le service religieux ou les concerts de chants de Noël?

Nous avons rassemblé une collection de plus de 50 des meilleurs poèmes de Noël chrétiens pour faciliter votre recherche. Pour plus de commodité, nous avons organisé cette collection par sujet:

Nous espérons que vous trouverez notre collection ultime de poèmes et lectures religieux de Noël utiles dans la planification de vos festivités de Noël.

Poèmes de Noël pour l'école du dimanche

Poèmes de Noël chrétiens pour l’école du dimanche

Ce poème de Noël est un classique et un favori de l’école du dimanche. Il pourrait facilement être récité par de jeunes enfants lors d’un concert de chants de Noël ou d’un service de Noël.

Une chanson a été entendue à Noël

Par Timothy Dudley-Smith

Il y avait une chanson à entendre à Noël
Pour réveiller le ciel de minuit

La naissance d’un sauveur et la paix sur terre,
Et louez Dieu en haut.

Les anges chantent à Noël
Avec tous les hôtes ci-dessus,
Et pourtant nous chantons le roi nouveau-né
Sa gloire et son amour.

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Ce prochain poème de Noël pour l’école du dimanche a des mots simples qui capturent l’esprit de cette fête spéciale.

lumières de Noël

De Marie Irish

Les poinsettias brillants brillent haut
Étoiles dorées dans le ciel d’hiver;
Bougies de Noël dans les fenêtres lumineuses,
Envoie ses salutations à la nuit.

Alors que dans nos cœurs la flamme de Noël
Brillez d’un amour comme le sien venu;
L’enfant-Christ humble né,
Apportez la bonne volonté et la paix sur terre.

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Ce poème serait un merveilleux ajout à toute leçon de l’école du dimanche de Noël avec son message de gentillesse et de gentillesse envers tout le monde.

Noël a plus à offrir …

Auteur inconnu

Noël a beaucoup plus à offrir
Comme chandelles et acclamations;
C’est l’esprit d’une douce amitié
Cela illumine toute l’année;
C’est de la prévenance et de la gentillesse
C’est l’espoir de renaître.
Pour la paix, pour la compréhension
Pour la bonne volonté des hommes!

Poème de Noël chrétien d'un auteur inconnu

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Notre recueil de poèmes de Noël pour l’école du dimanche ne serait pas complet sans ce poème sur la vraie signification de Noël, qui est la foi et l’amour.

cadeau de Noël

Par Iris W. Bray

Noël est pour donner
Et pour montrer que nous nous soucions
Pour l’honneur de l’Enfant du Christ
Nous partageons avec les cadeaux aimants

Le sage a donné des richesses;
Les bergers, la foi et l’amour.
Chaque don à sa mesure,
A été souri d’en haut.

Que chaque don soit chéri;
Pas toujours la taille ou le prix
Détermine l’étendue de l’amour
Et un sacrifice volontaire.

Beaux cadeaux avec ordre festif
Apporte un sourire de contenu doux,
Mais des dons modestes avec des moyens modestes
Le ciel est-il souvent envoyé?

Grand ou petit
Chaque don est partiellement partagé
Le message de la vraie joie de Noël
Si donné du cœur!

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Ce poème de Noël pour l’école du dimanche accueille la naissance de l’Enfant Jésus.

Un peu de Carol

De Evaleen Stein

Bienvenue petit frère!
Inférieur, saint!
Salut, vierge mère,
Plus que quiconque
Béni en ton fils!

Enfant, depuis la pauvre crèche
Dès que tu n’as pas méprisé
Reposez-vous, petit étranger
Plié de tout danger,
Reborn dans nos cœurs!

Nest comme ça, nous vous demandons
Dans la caresse de notre amour;
On devrait te payer drôle
Adorez-vous et obéissez-vous.
Babe et Prince rien de moins!

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Les enfants de l’école du dimanche adoreront ce poème de Noël sur la naissance de l’enfant Jésus à Bethléem surpeuplée sous les étoiles.

Avant que les étoiles ne se fanent

Par Christina Georgina Rossetti

Avant que les étoiles ne se fanent
Avant le matin d’hiver
Avant le premier chant du coq,
Jésus-Christ est né:
Né dans une étable
Pèse dans une mangeoire
Dans le monde que ses mains avaient fait
Né étranger.

Le prêtre et le roi dormaient profondément
À Jérusalem;
Jeunes et vieux dormaient profondément
Dans Bethléem surpeuplée;
Saints et anges, bœuf et âne,
J’ai gardé une montre ensemble
Avant le jour de Noël
En hiver.

Jésus sur le sein de sa mère
Dans le froid de l’écurie
Il était l’Agneau parfait de Dieu,
Berger du troupeau:
Agenouillons-nous avec Mary Maid
Avec Joseph incliné et enroué,
Avec les saints et les anges, le bœuf et l’âne,
Saluez le roi de gloire.

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Cette poésie traditionnelle autrichienne est parfaite pour l’école du dimanche à Noël pour les enfants de tous âges. Cela nous rappelle le bébé Jésus comme une âme joyeuse, pleine de bonheur et de joie.

Apportez vos pipes

Poème traditionnel autrichien

Apportez vos tuyaux et apportez votre tambour
Appelez tous les bergers à venir;
Dépêchez-vous vite pour ne pas perdre de temps
N’oubliez pas vos chaussures de danse.
Plaisantons assez joyeusement:
Il rira avec une joie joyeuse
Ouais et sourire et nous danserons
Alors qu’il tape dans ses petites mains.

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Les enfants apprécieront cette poésie de Noël qui compare la lettre «J» en Jésus et la forme de leur bonbon de Noël préféré! Ce poème religieux pourrait être utilisé dans des projets artistiques en classe (avec de vraies cannes de bonbon si possible!)

Sucre d’orge

Auteur inconnu

Regarde une canne à sucre, qu’est-ce que tu vois
Des stries rouges comme le sang qui a été versé pour moi!
Blanc pour mon Sauveur qui est sans péché et pur!
« J » est pour Jésus, monsieur, c’est sûr!
Retournez-le et un bâton vous verrez
Jésus, mon berger, vient pour moi!

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Ce poème de Noël chrétien est parfait pour l’école du dimanche. Les enfants pouvaient répéter ce poème pour le présenter lors des offices religieux ou des concerts de chants de Noël. Les mots sont si simples que même les plus jeunes enfants peuvent participer.

l’histoire de Noël

Par Leanne Günther

Il était une fois,
Il y a longtemps.
Commence l’histoire d’un bébé
La plupart d’entre vous devraient le savoir.

Le nom de son père était Joseph,
Et Mary était sa mère
Ce bébé était très spécial
Il était le fils unique de Dieu.

Certains anges sont venus du ciel
Et ils ont commencé à chanter.

Aux bergers dans les champs ci-dessous
« Nous apportons de bonnes nouvelles! »

Une étoile brillante éclairait le ciel.
Pour éclairer le chemin des magiciens
Au bébé dans le berceau
Qui est né le jour de Noël.

Et tous ceux qui se sont rassemblés autour de lui
Se réjouit et loua sa naissance.
Pour le bébé, le roi a appelé Jésus
Notre Sauveur est-il ici sur terre?

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Ce poème spirituel de Noël est bien connu, en particulier le dernier couplet, et un favori à l’école du dimanche.

Dans l’hiver morne

Par Christina Georgina Rossetti

Au milieu sombre de l’hiver, le vent glacial gémissait
La terre était aussi dure que le fer, l’eau comme une pierre;
La neige était tombée, la neige sur la neige, la neige sur la neige,
Il y a longtemps, dans le morne hiver.

Notre Dieu, le ciel ne peut pas le retenir et ne peut pas soutenir la terre.
Le ciel et la terre fuiront quand il régnera.
Dans l’hiver morne, un endroit stable suffisait
Le Seigneur Dieu tout-puissant, Jésus-Christ.

Assez pour celui que les chérubins adorent jour et nuit,
Un sein plein de lait et un berceau de foin;
Assez pour lui, devant lequel les anges tombent
Le bœuf et l’âne et le chameau qui aiment.

Les anges et les archanges s’y sont peut-être rassemblés
Les chérubins et les séraphins se propulsent dans les airs;
Mais seulement sa mère, dans son bonheur vierge,
Adoré la bien-aimée avec un baiser.

Que puis-je lui donner, pauvre comme je suis?
Si j’étais berger, j’apporterais un agneau;
Si j’étais un homme sage, je ferais ma part;
Mais ce que je peux, je peux lui donner: donner mon cœur.

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C’est l’un de nos poèmes de Noël chrétiens préférés. Les enfants adoreront ce poème sur le voyage du petit âne à Bethléem. Vous pouvez demander aux enfants qui fréquentent l’école du dimanche de dessiner et de peindre des images du petit âne.

Petit âne

Auteur inconnu

Petit âne, petit âne
Sur la route poussiéreuse.
Je dois continuer
Avec votre précieuse cargaison.

Ça fait longtemps, petit âne
À travers la nuit d’hiver.
N’abandonne pas maintenant, petit âne
Bethléem est en vue.

Petit âne, petit âne
J’ai eu une journée difficile.
Petit âne, porte Marie
sûr sur le chemin.

Ne vacille pas, petit âne
Une étoile nous attend.
Cela vous mènera petit âne
Dans une étable.

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Ceci est un deuxième poème de notre recueil de poésie chrétienne de Noël qui explique pourquoi la canne à sucre est un merveilleux symbole de la vraie signification de Noël. Les enfants adoreront et apprécieront ce poème mignon!

Symbole doux

Auteur inconnu

Un symbole majeur de Noël
Est la simple canne à sucre.
Sa forme est l’escroc du berger
L’un des premiers à venir.

La saveur vive de menthe poivrée est
Le cadeau royal de l’assaisonnement.
Le blanc est la pureté de Jésus.
Le rouge est victime.

Les rayures étroites sont l’amitié.
Et la proximité de son amour.
Eternelle, douce compassion
Un don de Dieu d’en haut.

La canne à sucre nous rappelle à tous
combien Dieu se souciait.
Et comment utiliser son cadeau de Noël
Il est censé se casser et être partagé.

Christian Christmas Poem Sweet Icon par un auteur inconnu

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Ce poème de Noël pour l’école du dimanche commémore trois sages qui ont voyagé loin pour adorer l’Enfant Jésus. Dans le cadre d’un projet d’artisanat de l’école du dimanche, les enfants ont fabriqué des couronnes en papier et des boîtes à bijoux pour représenter la richesse que les trois sages apportaient au nouveau-né.

Les rois de l’est

Par Heinrich Heine

« Chers enfants », ont-ils demandé dans chaque ville, « 
Trois rois du pays du soleil
« Quel est le chemin vers Bethléem? »
Mais ni les vieux ni les jeunes

Pourrait dire, alors les rois sont montés sur:
Votre guide était une étoile d’or
Ce qui brillait haut dans l’air devant eux
Si clair, si très clair.

L’étoile se tenait immobile au-dessus de la maison de Joseph.
Ils sont tous entrés:
Le bon bœuf est descendu et le petit enfant a pleuré.
Et les rois se sont mis à chanter.

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Pendant la période de Noël, nous ne pensons pas seulement au sacrifice de Jésus pour nous en quittant le ciel, mais aussi à ce que nous pouvons faire pour le remercier. Ce poème religieux de Noël dit qu’aucun sacrifice n’est trop pour Jésus.

Si je…

Auteur inconnu

Quand je suis roi
Je lui donnerai ma couronne.
Si je suis Caroler
Je lui chanterai les meilleurs hymnes.
Si je suis berger
le meilleur agneau que j’apporterai
Si je suis un ange, je lui donnerais mes ailes.

Si je suis le sage
Je donnerais ma richesse.
Quand je suis soldat
Je mourrai pour lui jusqu’au bout.
Mais je ne suis qu’un pauvre petit garçon
avec pas grand chose à donner
mais pour offrir mes petites mains
et mes petits pieds.

Pour glorifier celui qui est né dans la crèche
l’espoir et la lumière de ce monde en désordre.
Je donne mon cœur à quiconque est né pour mourir.
et apporte la liberté à toute l’humanité.

Je ne suis qu’un petit garçon aujourd’hui
Je ferai de plus grandes choses pour lui un jour.
Je donnerais ma vie, tout, à celui qui m’appelle.
Jésus-Christ est né pour me libérer.
et c’est ce que Noël signifie pour moi.

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Ceci est un autre poème de Noël préféré des enfants. Il peut être récité par la classe de l’école du dimanche lors d’un service religieux ou d’un concert de chants de Noël.

Juste un petit âne

Auteur inconnu

Juste un petit âne
mais sur mon dos j’ai porté
le seul sauveur
Le monde l’attendait.

Juste un petit âne
mais j’étais fort et fier;
J’ai adoré porter Mary
à travers le chaos de la foule.

Je les ai emmenés dans une écurie
où elle a fait un petit lit …
Une place pour l’enfant Jésus
Posez sa petite tête.

Je prie que le monde se souvienne
cette nuit de Noël spéciale,
si seulement un petit âne
portait la précieuse lumière du ciel.

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Aucune collection de poèmes de Noël chrétiens pour enfants n’est complète sans ce prochain poème. Il transmet la joie de la naissance du Christ et célèbre son amour éternel.

Jésus est né à Noël

Auteur inconnu

Jésus est né à Noël
par une nuit très sainte
et dans le ciel au-dessus de lui
brillait la lumière la plus brillante.

Tous les anges célestes
Chanté une chanson pour louer son nom.
Ils ont dit aux petits bergers:
Alors ils ont laissé leurs moutons et sont venus.

De l’est errent les sages
Apportez un cadeau précieux à partager.
Richesse pour le roi des rois,
pour montrer au Sauveur qu’ils se soucient.

Maintenant nous fêtons son anniversaire
dans nos cœurs et chaque jour.
Jésus dans votre humble crèche,
Votre véritable amour est là pour rester.

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Poèmes religieux de Noël

Lectures religieuses de Noël pour l’école du dimanche

Cette première lecture serait une excellente présentation de l’école du dimanche à l’église à Noël.

Faites de grandes cartes avec les lettres A à Z (26 cartes) – utilisez 8 1/2 × 11 pouces de papier cartonné pour faire les cartes (ou coupez des morceaux d’affiche en quartiers). Les enfants peuvent faire les lettres avec de la peinture d’affiche, des marqueurs, du papier d’emballage ou du papier de construction.

Demandez aux enfants d’âge moyen de lire les parties en gras du poème et aux enfants plus âgés de lire les citations bibliques appropriées pendant que les plus jeunes enfants tiennent leurs cartes de l’alphabet au bon moment dans le poème.

Un poème de l’alphabet de Noël

Auteur inconnu

A est pour les anges qui semblent si brillants et qui parlent de Jésus lors de cette première nuit de Noël.
« Et tout à coup, il y eut une multitude des armées célestes avec l’ange. »
Luc 2:13.

B est pour Bethléem, bondée et ancienne, lieu de naissance de Jésus annoncé par le prophète.
« Mais toi, Bethléem Ephratah, de toi il sortira vers moi, le chef d’Israël. »
Michée 5: 2.

C est pour le bétail, leur mangeoire, Son lit, là dans le creux où Il a posé Sa tête.
Et elle a donné naissance à son fils aîné et l’a emmailloté.
et mettez-le dans une mangeoire. « 
Luc 2: 7.

D est pour David et son ancien trône promis à Jésus seul pour toujours.
«Il sera grand et sera appelé le Fils du Très-Haut; et le Seigneur Dieu
lui donnera le trône de son père David. « 
Luc 1:32.

E est pour l’est, là où brillait l’étoile brillante, que les magiciens sur des chameaux suivaient de loin.
«Vous voyez, des sages sont venus de l’est et ont demandé:« Où est le roi des Juifs? « 
Matthieu 2: 1, 2.

F est pour l’encens avec de la myrrhe et de l’or apporté par les mages, comme le disait Matthieu.
«Et après avoir ouvert leurs trésoriers, ils lui ont offert des cadeaux, de l’or, de l’encens et de la myrrhe.
Matthieu 2:11.

G est pour Dieu, qui a fait descendre du ciel au-dessus du Fils de son amour pour l’humanité.
«Car Dieu a tant aimé le monde qu’il a donné son Fils unique, afin que quiconque croit en lui ne périsse pas
mais ayez la vie éternelle. « 
Jean 3:16.

H est pour Hérode, dont le plan meurtrier a été raconté à Joseph dans un rêve nocturne.
« L’ange du Seigneur est apparu à Joseph dans un rêve et a dit: Lève-toi et prends le petit enfant et sa mère et fuyez en Égypte … car Hérode cherchera le petit enfant pour le détruire. »
Matthieu 2:13.

Je suis pour Emmanuel, « Dieu avec nous », parce que le Christ a ramené l’homme dans la maison du Père.
« Voici, une vierge concevra et enfantera un fils et l’appellera du nom d’Emmanuel. »
Ésaïe 7:14.

J est si noble et juste envers Joseph, et obéit à la Parole de Dieu avec une confiance absolue.
« Alors Joseph, qui fut ressuscité du sommeil, fit ce que l’ange du Seigneur lui avait ordonné, et prit sa femme avec lui. »
Matthieu 1:24.

K est pour le roi. Il serait un vrai roi et accédait au pouvoir et à l’autorité.
«Réjouis-toi beaucoup, fille de Sion! crie, fille de Jérusalem! Voyez, le roi vient à vous.
Il est juste et a le salut. « 
Zacharie 9: 9.

L est pour l’amour qu’Il a apporté sur terre.
En cela, l’amour de Dieu pour nous s’est manifesté, parce que Dieu a envoyé son Fils unique dans le monde.
afin que nous puissions vivre à travers lui. «1 Jean 4: 9.

M est pour Marie, sa mère, qui est si courageuse et voit Dieu comme fidèle et puissant à sauver.
Et Marie dit: Voici la servante du Seigneur! que ce soit moi selon ta parole. « 
Luc 1:38.

N est pour la nuit où le Sauveur est né de nations terrestres et de peuples abandonnés.
« Et il y avait des bergers dans le même pays qui vivaient dans les champs et veillaient sur leur troupeau la nuit. »
Luc 2: 8.

O signifie Omega et signifie « le dernier ». Il est éternel présent, futur et passé.
« Je suis l’alpha et l’oméga, le début et la fin, le premier et le dernier. »
Révélation 22:13.

P est pour les prophètes quand ils ont vécu sur terre et ont prédit sa rédemption et sa naissance bénie.
«Je le vois, mais pas maintenant; Je le vois, mais pas aux alentours.
Une étoile sortira de Jacob; Un sceptre sortira d’Israël. « 
Nombres 24:17.

Q est pour rapide, car les bergers qui l’ont entendu se sont précipités pour répondre à cette parole céleste.
«Et ils sont venus précipitamment et ont trouvé Marie, Joseph et le bébé couchés dans une crèche.
Luc 2:16.

R est pour se réjouir. La souffrance du péché sera bannie à jamais lorsque Jésus entrera.
«Et vous aurez de la joie et de la joie; et beaucoup se réjouiront de sa naissance. « 
Luc 1:14.

S est pour le Sauveur. Pour être cela, il est venu; L’ange de Dieu lui a donné son nom.
«Elle donnera naissance à un fils et vous l’appellerez JESUS.
car il sauvera son peuple de ses péchés. « 
Matthieu 1:21.

C’est pour le message de joie, pas de danger, raconté par celui qui a été placé dans une mangeoire.
Et l’ange leur dit: Ne craignez pas, voici, je vous apporte une bonne nouvelle de grande joie.
cela devrait être pour tout le monde. « 
Luc 2:10.

Tu es pour nous, à qui Jésus a été donné pour nous montrer le chemin et nous conduire au ciel.
« Car aujourd’hui, un Rédempteur vous naîtra dans la ville de David, qui est le Christ Seigneur. »
Luc 2:11.

V pour vierge, prédit par les sages, est la révélation de Dieu du côté de la prophétie.
Voici, une vierge sera avec un enfant et donnera naissance à un fils, et ils l’appelleront Emmanuel.
ce qui est interprété est Dieu avec nous. « 
Matthieu 1:23.

W est pour Wonderful, Ses oeuvres et Ses paroles, le Roi des rois, le Seigneur des seigneurs.
« Car un enfant nous est né, un fils nous est donné … et son nom s’appelle Wonderful, Conseiller,
Le Dieu puissant, le Père éternel, le Prince de la paix. « 
Ésaïe 9: 6.

X est pour Christ. C’est X en grec, oint, messie, puissant mais doux.
« Dieu a oint Jésus de Nazareth avec le Saint-Esprit et avec puissance. »
Actes 10:38.

Y signifie oui et est appelé oui dans Sa Parole de Dieu. La réponse de Dieu à tous est Jésus le Seigneur.
« Car toutes les promesses de Dieu sont en lui et en lui amen pour la gloire de Dieu à travers nous. »
2 Corinthiens 1:20.

Z est pour le zèle tel qu’il brûlait dans le cœur de Christ. Seigneur, donne-nous du zèle par ton Esprit.
« Et ses disciples se sont souvenus qu’il était écrit que le zèle de votre maison m’a dévoré. »
Jean 2:17.

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La belle prière de Noël de Robert Louis Stevenson encourage les lecteurs à réfléchir à la vraie signification de Noël.

Une prière de Noël

Par Robert Louis Stevenson

Père aimant,
Aidez-nous à nous souvenir de la naissance de Jésus.
afin que nous puissions partager le chant des anges,
la joie des bergers,
et adoration des sages.

Ferme la porte de la haine
et ouvrez la porte de l’amour partout dans le monde.
Que la gentillesse accompagne chaque cadeau
et bons voeux à chaque salutation.
Délivre-nous du mal par la bénédiction
ce que le Christ apporte
et apprenez-nous à être joyeux avec un cœur clair.

Que le matin de Noël
faites-nous plaisir d’être vos enfants
et le réveillon de Noël nous amène à nos lits
avec des pensées reconnaissantes,
pardonne et pardonne,
pour l’amour de Jésus.

Amen.

Poème de Noël chrétien Une prière de Noël par Robert Louis Stevenson

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Cette lecture de la Bible de l’Ancien Testament prédit la naissance de Jésus qui nous sauvera de nos péchés.

Ésaïe 9: 6

Parce qu’un enfant nous est né
Car un fils nous a été donné;
et le gouvernement sera sur ses épaules
et son nom sera appelé merveilleux, conseiller,
le Dieu puissant, le Père éternel,
le prince de la paix.

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Attirez l’attention des jeunes enfants avec cette jolie lecture de Noël sur l’étoile de Bethléem, une histoire que Mère Lune raconte aux petites étoiles qui l’entourent.

Un poinsettia

Par Katherine Pyle

« Allez, mes chères petites étoiles », dit Mère Lune, « et je vais vous raconter l’histoire de Noël. »

Une semaine avant Noël, Mère Lune appelait toutes les petites étoiles autour d’elle chaque matin et leur racontait une histoire.

C’était toujours la même histoire, mais les stars ne s’en lassaient pas. C’était l’histoire du poinsettia – l’étoile de Bethléem.

Quand Mère Lune a terminé l’histoire, les petites étoiles ont toujours dit: « Et l’étoile brille toujours, n’est-ce pas, Mère Lune,
même si nous ne pouvons pas le voir? « 

Et Mère Lune répondait: « Oui, mes chers, ce n’est que maintenant que cela semble pour le cœur des hommes au lieu de leurs yeux. »

Puis les étoiles ont souhaité bonne nuit à la mère lune, ont enfilé leurs petits bonnets bleus et se sont couchées dans la chambre céleste. Parce que le temps de sommeil des étoiles, c’est quand les gens sur terre commencent à se réveiller et voient que c’est le matin.

Mais ce matin-là où les petites étoiles ont dit bonne nuit et se sont tranquillement éloignées, toujours une étoile d’or
s’attarda à côté de la lune mère.

« Qu’y a-t-il, ma petite étoile? » demanda Mère Lune. «Pourquoi n’allez-vous pas avec vos petites sœurs?

« Oh, mère lune, » dit l’étoile d’or. « Je suis si triste! J’aimerais pouvoir briller comme cette étoile merveilleuse pour le cœur de quelqu’un
à vous de nous en parler. « 

« Pourquoi n’êtes-vous pas heureux ici au Paradis? » demanda Mère Lune.

« Oui, j’étais très heureuse », a déclaré la star; « Mais ce soir, il me semble que j’ai besoin de trouver un cœur pour lequel briller. »

«Alors, si c’est le cas,» a dit Mère Lune, «le temps est venu, ma petite étoile, pour que vous passiez par l’entrée du miracle.

«L’entrée miracle? Demanda l’étoile, mais la lune mère ne répondit pas.

Elle se leva, prit la petite étoile par la main et le conduisit à une porte qu’il n’avait jamais vue auparavant.

La lune mère ouvrit la porte et il y eut une longue entrée sombre; à l’autre bout, il y avait une petite tache de lumière.

« Qu’est-ce que c’est ça? » demanda la star.

«C’est l’entrée miracle; et à travers cela, vous devez aller pour trouver le cœur auquel vous appartenez », a déclaré Mère Lune.

Puis la petite étoile a eu peur.

Il avait envie de passer par l’entrée, car il n’avait jamais rêvé de rien; et pourtant il avait peur et s’accrochait à la lune mère.

Mais très doucement, presque tristement, Mère Lune retira sa main. «Vas-y, mon enfant», dit-elle.

Puis la petite étoile entra dans l’entrée du miracle, étonnée et tremblante, et la porte de la maison céleste se referma derrière elle.

La prochaine chose que la star savait, c’était qu’elle était suspendue dans un magasin de jouets avec une flopée d’autres étoiles en bleu, rouge et argent. C’était l’or lui-même. La boutique sentait le feuillage persistant et était pleine d’acheteurs de Noël, hommes, femmes et enfants. mais de tous, l’étoile ne regardait personne sauf un petit garçon qui se tenait devant le comptoir;
car dès que la star a vu l’enfant, elle savait à qui il appartenait.

Le petit garçon se tenait à côté d’une femme au visage doux dans un long voile noir et ne regardait rien de particulier.

L’étoile tremblait et tremblait sur la ficelle qui la tenait, craignant que l’enfant ne la voie pas ou qu’elle ne la connaisse pas autrement comme son étoile.

La dame avait un certain nombre de jouets sur le comptoir devant elle et a dit: « Maintenant, nous avons des cadeaux pour tout le monde: il y a la poupée pour Lou et le jeu pour Ned et la boîte à musique pour Mai; puis le cheval à bascule et le traîneau. »

Soudain, le petit garçon lui saisit le bras. « Oh maman, » dit-il. Il avait vu l’étoile.

« Et bien qu’est-ce qu’il y a, chérie? » demanda la dame.

«Oh maman, regarde cette étoile là-haut! Je souhaite – oh, j’aurais aimé l’avoir. « 

« Oh, ma chère, nous avons tellement de choses pour le sapin de Noël », dit la mère.

« Oui, je sais, mais je veux la star », dit l’enfant.

«Très bien,» dit la mère avec un sourire; « Alors nous prendrons ça aussi. »

L’étoile a donc été prise à l’endroit où elle était suspendue et enveloppée dans un morceau de papier, et tout le temps elle a été ravie de joie, car maintenant elle appartenait au petit garçon.

Ce n’est que l’après-midi avant Noël que l’arbre a été décoré
que l’étoile dorée a été déballée et sortie du papier.

«Voici autre chose,» dit la dame au visage doux. «Nous devons accrocher cela à l’arbre. Paul l’aimait tellement que je devais l’obtenir pour lui. Il ne sera jamais satisfait si nous ne nous y accrochons pas aussi. « 

« Oh oui, » dit quelqu’un d’autre qui aidait à décorer l’arbre; « Nous allons l’accrocher ici. »

La petite étoile était donc accrochée à la plus haute branche de l’arbre de Noël.

Ce soir-là, toutes les bougies de l’arbre de Noël étaient allumées, et il y en avait tellement qu’elles étaient plutôt aveugles aux yeux; und die goldenen und silbernen Kugeln, die Feen und die Glasfrüchte leuchteten und funkelten im Licht;
und hoch über ihnen leuchtete der goldene Stern.

Um sieben Uhr wurde eine Glocke geläutet, und dann wurden die Falttüren des Raumes, in dem der Weihnachtsbaum stand, geöffnet.
und eine Menge Kinder kamen herein.

Sie lachten und schrien und zeigten und alle redeten miteinander und nach einer Weile gab es Musik,
und Geschenke wurden vom Baum genommen und den Kindern gegeben.

Wie anders war das alles von dem großen, breiten, stillen Himmelshaus!

Aber der Stern war in seinem ganzen Leben noch nie so glücklich gewesen; denn der kleine Junge war da.

Er stand abseits der anderen Kinder und sah mit gefalteten Händen zum Stern auf.
und er schien sich nicht um die Spielsachen und die Spiele zu kümmern.

Endlich war alles vorbei. Die Lichter wurden gelöscht, die Kinder gingen nach Hause und das Haus wurde still.

Dann begannen die Ornamente am Baum miteinander zu reden.

« Damit ist alles vorbei », sagte eine silberne Kugel. « Es war heute Abend sehr schwul – das schwulste Weihnachten, an das ich mich erinnere. »

« Ja », sagte eine Glastraube; „Das Beste ist vorbei. Natürlich werden uns die Leute noch einige Tage lang ansehen, aber es wird nicht so sein wie heute Abend. « 

« Und dann werden wir wohl für ein weiteres Jahr entlassen », sagte eine Papierfee. „Wirklich, es scheint sich kaum zu lohnen. So ein paar Tage im Jahr und dann wieder in der dunklen Kiste eingesperrt zu werden. Ich wünschte fast, ich wäre eine Papierpuppe. “

Die Weintraube sagte zu Unrecht, dass die Leute in den nächsten Tagen kommen würden, um sich den Weihnachtsbaum anzusehen, denn er stand in der Bibliothek vernachlässigt und niemand kam in die Nähe. Alle im Haus gingen sehr leise mit besorgten Gesichtern umher; denn der kleine Junge war krank.

Endlich, eines Abends, kam eine Frau mit einer Dienerin ins Zimmer. Die Frau trug die Mütze und die Schürze einer Krankenschwester.

« Das ist es », sagte sie und zeigte auf den goldenen Stern. Die Dienerin stieg auf einige Stufen und nahm den Stern herunter und legte ihn in die Hand der Krankenschwester. Sie trug ihn in den Flur und nach oben in einen Raum, in dem der kleine Junge lag.

Die Dame mit dem süßen Gesicht saß am Bett, und als die Krankenschwester hereinkam, streckte sie ihre Hand nach dem Stern aus.

« Wolltest du das, mein Schatz? » fragte sie und beugte sich über den kleinen Jungen.

Das Kind nickte und streckte die Hände nach dem Stern aus;
und als er es umklammerte, kam ein wundervolles, strahlendes Lächeln über sein Gesicht.

Am nächsten Morgen war das Zimmer des kleinen Jungen sehr still und dunkel.

Das goldene Stück Papier, das der Stern gewesen war, lag auf einem Tisch neben dem Bett, seine fünf Punkte waren sehr scharf und hell.

Aber es war nicht der wahre Stern, genauso wenig wie der Körper einer Person die wirkliche Person ist.

Der wahre Stern lebte und leuchtete jetzt im Herzen des kleinen Jungen und er war mit ihm in ein neues und schöneres Himmelsland gegangen, als es jemals zuvor gekannt hatte – das Himmelsland, in dem die kleinen Kinderengel leben.
Jeder trägt in seinem Herzen seinen eigenen Stern.

~

In der christlichen Weihnachtslesung geht es um den Geist des wahren Gebens und darum, wie Menschen in jedem Alter selbstlos sein können. Es ist eine schöne Lektüre über die wahre Bedeutung von Weihnachten.

Kleine Gretchen und der Holzschuh

Von Elizabeth Harrison

Es war einmal, vor so langer Zeit, dass jeder das Datum vergessen hat, in einer Stadt im Norden Europas mit einem so harten Namen, dass sich niemand mehr daran erinnern kann. Es gab einen kleinen siebenjährigen Jungen namens Wolff, dessen Eltern waren tot, die mit einem Kreuz und einer geizigen alten Tante lebten, die nie daran gedacht hatten, ihn mehr als einmal im Jahr zu küssen und
der tief seufzte, wenn sie ihm eine Schüssel Suppe gab.

But the poor little fellow had such a sweet nature that in spite of everything, he loved the old woman, although he was terribly afraid of her and could never look at her ugly old face without shivering.

As this aunt of little Wolff was known to have a house of her own and an old woollen stocking full of gold, she had not dared to send the boy to a charity school; but, in order to get a reduction in the price, she had so wrangled with the master of the school, to which little Wolff finally went, that this bad man, vexed at having a pupil so poorly dressed and paying so little, often punished him unjustly, and even prejudiced his companions against him, so that the three boys, all sons of rich parents, made a drudge and laughing stock of the little fellow.

The poor little one was thus as wretched as a child could be and used to hide himself in corners to weep
whenever Christmas time came.

It was the schoolmaster’s custom to take all his pupils to the midnight mass on Christmas Eve,
and to bring them home again afterward.

Now, as the winter this year was very bitter, and as heavy snow had been falling for several days, all the boys came well bundled up in warm clothes, with fur caps pulled over their ears, padded jackets, gloves and knitted mittens, and strong, thick-soled boots. Only little Wolff presented himself shivering in the poor clothes he used to wear both weekdays and Sundays and having on his feet only thin socks in heavy wooden shoes.

His naughty companions noticing his sad face and awkward appearance, made many jokes at his expense; but the little fellow was so busy blowing on his fingers, and was suffering so much with chilblains, that he took no notice of them.
So the band of youngsters, walking two and two behind the master, started for the church.

It was pleasant in the church, which was brilliant with lighted candles; and the boys excited by the warmth took advantage of the music of the choir and the organ to chatter among themselves in low tones. They bragged about the fun that was awaiting them at home. The mayor’s son had seen, just before starting off, an immense goose ready stuffed and dressed for cooking. At the alderman’s home there was a little pine-tree with branches laden down with oranges, sweets, and toys. And the lawyer’s cook had put on her cap with such care, as she never thought of taking unless she was expecting something very good!

Then they talked, too, of all that the Christ-Child was going to bring them, of all he was going to put in their shoes which, you might be sure, they would take good care to leave in the chimney place before going to bed; and the eyes of these little urchins, as lively as a cage of mice, were sparkling in advance over the joy they would have when they awoke in the morning and saw the pink bag full of sugar-plums, the little lead soldiers ranged in companies in their boxes, the menageries smelling of varnished wood, and the magnificent jumping-jacks in purple and tinsel.

Alas! Little Wolff knew by experience that his old miser of an aunt would send him to bed supperless, but, with childlike faith and certain of having been, all the year, as good and industrious as possible, he hoped that the Christ-Child would not forget him, and so he, too, planned to place his wooden shoes in good time in the fireplace.

Midnight mass over, the worshippers departed, eager for their fun, and the band of pupils always walking two and two, and following the teacher, left the church.

Now, in the porch and seated on a stone bench set in the niche of a painted arch, a child was sleeping, a child in a white woollen garment, but with his little feet bare, in spite of the cold. He was not a beggar, for his garment was white and new, and near him on the floor was a bundle of carpenter’s tools.

In the clear light of the stars, his face, with its closed eyes, shone with an expression of divine sweetness, and his long, curling, blond locks seemed to form a halo about his brow. But his little child’s feet,
made blue by the cold of this bitter December night, were pitiful to see!

The boys so well clothed for the winter weather passed by quite indifferent to the unknown child; several of them, sons of the notables of the town, however, cast on the vagabond looks in which could be read all the scorn of the rich for the poor, of the well-fed for the hungry.

But little Wolff, coming last out of the church, stopped, deeply touched, before the beautiful sleeping child.

“Oh, dear!” said the little fellow to himself, “this is frightful! This poor little one has no shoes and stockings in this bad weather, and, what is still worse, he has not even a wooden shoe to leave near him to-night while he sleeps,
into which the little Christ-Child can put something good to soothe his misery.”

And carried away by his loving heart, Wolff drew the wooden shoe from his right foot, laid it down before the sleeping child, and, as best he could, sometimes hopping, sometimes limping with his sock wet by the snow,
he went home to his aunt.

“Look at the good-for-nothing!” cried the old woman, full of wrath at the sight of the shoeless boy.
“What have you done with your shoe, you little villain?”

Little Wolff did not know how to lie, so, although trembling with terror when he saw the rage of the old shrew,
he tried to relate his adventure.

But the miserly old creature only burst into a frightful fit of laughter.

“Aha! So my young gentleman strips himself for the beggars. Aha! My young gentleman breaks his pair of shoes for a bare-foot! Here is something new, forsooth. Very well, since it is this way, I shall put the only shoe that is left into the chimney-place, and I’ll answer for it that the Christ-Child will put in something tonight to beat you with in the morning!
And you will have only a crust of bread and water to-morrow. And we shall see if the next time,
you will be giving your shoes to the first vagabond that happens along.”

And the wicked woman having boxed the ears of the poor little fellow, made him climb up into the loft
where he had his wretched cubbyhole.

Desolate, the child went to bed in the dark and soon fell asleep, but his pillow was wet with tears.

But behold! The next morning when the old woman, awakened early by the cold, went downstairs, oh, wonder of wonders, she saw the big chimney filled with shining toys, bags of magnificent bonbons, and riches of every sort, and standing out in front of all this treasure, was the right wooden shoe which the boy had given to the little vagabond, yes, and beside it, the one which she had placed in the chimney to hold the bunch of switches.

As little Wolff, attracted by the cries of his aunt, stood in an ecstasy of childish delight before the splendid Christmas gifts, shouts of laughter were heard outside. The woman and child ran out to see what all this meant, and behold!  All the gossips of the town were standing around the public fountain. What could have happened? Oh, a most ridiculous and extraordinary thing!

The children of the richest men in the town, whom their parents had planned to surprise with the most beautiful presents had found only switches in their shoes!

Then the old woman and the child thinking of all the riches in their chimney were filled with fear. But suddenly they saw the priest appear, his countenance full of astonishment. Just above the bench placed near the door of the church, in the very spot where, the night before, a child in a white garment and with bare feet, in spite of the cold, had rested his lovely head,
the priest had found a circlet of gold imbedded in the old stones.

Then, they all crossed themselves devoutly, perceiving that this beautiful sleeping child with the carpenter’s tools had been Jesus of Nazareth himself, who had come back for one hour just as he had been when he used to work in the home of his parents; and reverently they bowed before this miracle,which the good God had done to reward the faith and the love of a little child.

~

    Christmas Poems for Church

Christian Christmas Poems For Church Services

This religious Christmas poem is perfect for church services as it speaks about the true meaning of Christmas, which is about love.

The Meaning of Christmas

Author Unknown

Far away in Bethlehem, a baby boy was born,
Born with neither riches, nor with fame,
Yet wise men came from all around to bring Him their gifts,
And peace was felt by all who heard His name.

Angels watched him as he slept, and gently rocked His bed,
Their voices singing softly in His ear;
His mother and his father both gave thanks to God above
For the greatest gift of all, their Son, so dear.

They knew His life upon this earth would not be filled with wealth,
They also knew He would encounter strife;
But most of all, they knew that He would be a loving Child,
And teach the love of God throughout His life.

At Christmas we celebrate this birth of Jesus Christ,
Let’s keep in mind the truth of Christmas Day;
For it’s not the Christmas wrappings, nor not the gifts that lie within,
But our gift of love to others in every way…

~

When looking for Christmas poems for church services, consider this beautiful sonnet celebrating the birth of Baby Jesus.

Christmas Sonnet

By Douglas Knighton

We gaze, O God, at kids when they arrive.
We stare, amazed as tiny hands and feet
Emerge into the world where they will strive
And work and strain to make their lives complete.
We think of all the effort they’ll expend
To overcome the obstacles they face,
When what they really need’s a royal friend
Who’ll open wide for them the door to grace.
Today we celebrate the child who came
From Jesse’s root and David’s family,
According to the promise in your Word,
Who’ll govern justly in the Father’s name,
Securing grace, for which they’ll happily
Proclaim him as their everlasting Lord.

~

This Christmas poem would be a wonderful addition to any church service.  The cadence of the poem reminds us of classic Christmas hymns like “Hark the Herald Angels Sing.”

The Desire Of All Nations Came

By Margaret Cagle

Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!
The Desire of all nations came!
He came to save us from our sin.
Jesus Christ is His holy name!

All nations desire a leader
Who will bring peace to the earth.
The Desire of all nations came
At the advent of Jesus’ birth.

“Glory to God in the highest!”
Sang the angels, a glorious sight!
“Peace on earth, good will to men.”
The Saviour was born that night!

God sent His only begotten Son
From His home in Heaven above.
God sent His only Son to die
Out of His great, tremendous love!

Jesus came to this earth below.
He came to die for the sins of all.
He arose, and He lives forever.
Upon the Saviour, let us call!

~

This Christmas poem reminds church goers that Christmas should be about remembering Christ and his birth, instead of primarily focusing on getting gifts and food-laden family festivities.

Christmas Time

By Larry D Crawford

Yes, Christmas is the time,
Where little boys and girls.
Will finally receive,
Long sought for special toys.

A time when moms,
Bake cakes and pies.
When folks will gather,
Of renewing family ties.

And ones who rarely smile,
Have grins upon their face.
Those who always hurry by,
Have greetings in there place,

They don’t even comprehend,
They say, “tis the season,”
Go on their merry way,
And never know the reason.

I wonder why that is,
Why all that “peace on earth”
It started in a stable,
With a virgin giving birth.

It’s a love I can’t explain,
I will not even try.
That God would send his son,
Born – just to die.

But isn’t it ironical,
though Him no honor pay,
The world spends its millions
To celebrate His day!

~

This religious poem for church invites us to keep the spirit of Christmas in our hearts every day, and not just on December 25.

Christmas’ True Meaning

By Deborah Ann Belka

Let Christmas’ true meaning,
rise up in you today…
may you see the real splendor
of Jesus’ birth on this day.

May His beauty and grandeur,
cause your heart to sing
may the gift of His excellence
become your eternal spring.

May His majesty you behold,
with all dignity and honour
may the fullness of His truth
glorify His heavenly Father.

May the wonder of His grace,
reveal its magnificence in you
may the gratefulness you feel
be in all you say and do.

Let Christmas’ true meaning,
bring your Saviour near today
may you see the need for Him
today, and every day.

~

This religious Christmas poem is simple, yet captures the joy of Baby Jesus’ birth, as well as the importance of the work He will grow up to do.

Little Baby Jesus

By Deborah Ann Belka

Little baby Jesus,
so soft and so sweet
one day would have nails
pounded into His feet.

Tightly swaddled now,
in His mother’s loving arms
one day He would wear
a crown of prickly thorns.

Small cooing sounds,
He now softly sighs
one day to His Father
He’ll moan forsaken cries.

Wise Men bring to Him,
gifts meant for a King
one day to a cross
His life will painfully cling.

Little baby Jesus,
so soft and so sweet
came into the world
so Satan He could defeat.

~

This Christian Christmas poem is inspired by the Bible prophesy found in Isaiah 9:6: “For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given… and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace.”  It would be a perfect poem to read or recite at any church service.

On This Christmas Morn

By Deborah Ann Belka

A promise to the world,
a child to be given
so many years foretold
so all could be forgiven.

Moonless night shining,
with the Morning Star
calling watchful shepherds
to come from afar.

Wise Men carry gifts,
meant for only a King
angels up in heaven
Glory ~ Glory ~ sing.

God became a man,
the Good News is born
begotten Son arrives
on this Christmas morn.

Our mighty God concedes,
to the wickedness of man
the Prince of Peace comes
to bridge the empty span.

Wonderful is His name,
Counselor to the meek
the Son was born of flesh
to give power to the weak.

Our everlasting Father,
knows our fallen state
so He sent His only Son
to save us from our fate.

A promise to the world,
our Lord and Savior is born
sing ~ Praises to His Glory ~
on this Christmas morn.

~

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This next Christmas poem is appropriate for church services as it speaks about all the promises that accompanied the birth of Baby Jesus.  Christ is the Truth, the Light, the Way, the Bread of Life, the Door, the Lamb, and the Prince of Peace.

Rejoice This Christmas Day

By Deborah Ann Belka

Unto us a Son was given,
rejoice this Christmas day,
a gift from God to you and I,
the Truth, the Light, the Way.

To the world a Savior’s born,
rejoice this Christmas day,
He fills the soul’s hunger pain,
the Bread, the Life, the Way.

To every heart bound in sin,
rejoice this Christmas day,
the gift of grace will set you free,
the Christ, the Lord, the Way.

To thirsty souls everywhere,
rejoice this Christmas day,
and drink from the Fountain of Life,
the Grace, the Mercy, the Way.

To all those who are heavy-laden,
rejoice this Christmas day,
for He is the Prince of our Peace,
the Door, the Lamb, the Way.

Rejoice on this Christmas day,
your Lord and Saviour is here,
rejoice, I say again rejoice,
let His birth bring your heart cheer.

~

This is one of our favourite religious Christmas poetry because it considers what it personally cost God to send Jesus to our world to save us from our sins.  It must have broken God’s heart to be parted from His Beloved Son.

Christmas: A Part of Christ’s Story

By Margaret Cagle

To me, Christmas has great meaning.
It is really a part of Christ’s story.
He came to this earth to die for us
From His beautiful home in Glory.

I wonder how His own Father felt
When it was time for Him to depart.
When in His love, He sent Jesus,
Did great sadness fill His heart?

God, in His love, sent His only Son.
For our sins, He was crucified.
This was the reason for His coming.
For the sins of mankind, He died.

Christ’s story then continues.
In three days, He arose from the dead.
He then had victory over death,
Just like to His disciples he said.

Jesus is now at God’s right hand,
Interceding for us up in Glory.
If we call on Him to save our souls,
We can be a part of Christ’s story.

~

This poem acknowledges that there are different views about Christmas.  The Christian author states that for her, Christmas is a time to reflect on God’s love in sending His son to die for our sins.

I Celebrate His First Coming

By Margaret Cagle

Some Christians say Christmas is pagan,
While others celebrate and rejoice.
Some are really just indifferent.
We are all free to make our choice.

As for me, I really like Christmas.
It is a time to think of God’s love.
I can thank my great Heavenly Father
For sending His Son from up above.

In His great love, God sent Jesus.
Jesus had a very lowly birth.
On a manger bed, He lay His head
When He first came to the earth.

It might not have been in December.
It could have been another date,
But praise God He came to die for us,
So His first coming, I’ll celebrate.

~

Christmas Readings for Church

Religious Christmas Readings for Church Services

When it comes to Christmas readings for church, consider the nativity story from the Book of Luke.

Luke 2:4-14

And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David,
which is called Bethlehem, to be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.

And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.
And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger;
because there was no room for them in the inn.

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.

And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.

And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.

For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.

And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.”

~

If you are looking for Christmas readings for church, this next story is about how the birth of Jesus fulfilled the ancient promise that the Lamb of God would be born and save us from our sins.

Shepherds, Angels and a Manger

By Dr. Ralph F. Wilson

The hundreds of sheep were quiet now, except for an occasional bleat.  Night had fallen, stars were sharp in the nippy sky, and shepherds reclined on a steep hillside above Bethlehem, watching their flocks.

The men talked quietly, their low voices soothing to the animals.  Old Elias had spent his lifetime on these sheepfields.  Then there was Judah ben-Ozzri, twenty years old and cynical.  His uncle had been imprisoned by Roman occupation troops for some minor offense.  When he could, Judah plotted secretly with a unit of Zealot guerrillas.  David, Israel’s greatest king, had been a shepherd on Bethlehem’s hills a millennium before.  As a teenager, David had defeated the giant Goliath and thrown off the yoke of Philistine tyranny.  Judah ben-Ozzri longed to do the same.  If only a Leader, a Deliver, would come
and drive the cursed Romans from their land!

“The lambs will all die before long,” he muttered darkly.  “Only the ewes will survive.”

“Eh?” said Elias, a bit too loudly.  His hearing had faded over the years.

Judah spoke a bit louder, “The ewes will be sheared next summer, and bear more lambs, but the lambs themselves….”

“What?” asked Elias, leaning closer.

“The lambs,” said Judah loudly into his ear, “won’t live beyond Passover. In the Jerusalem temple, they’ll be sacrificed.”

“Ah, Passover in the temple,” returned Elias. “On the Holy Day they’ll sacrifice a lamb for each family.”

Jerusalem and its temple were just six miles north of Bethlehem, and supplying lambs for the Passover sacrifice was these shepherds’ livelihood.

“Passover…” reflected the old man. “I wish I could have seen the first Passover!”

Elias would rather talk than listen, since it was hard for him to catch the words when others spoke.

“Moses was our Deliverer on that first Passover night when God’s judgment fell upon Egypt.”  As he spoke, his listeners could picture the destroying angel that had passed through Egypt.  “The Egyptian firstborn were killed,” said Elias, “but each Israelite slave family had sacrificed a precious lamb, and put its blood across the top and on both sides of their doorways.  Their sins were atoned for, the lamb’s life for theirs.  And God’s terrible judgment passed over them.”

“The ewes will live on,” repeated Judah, “but the lambs will be sacrificed.”

“What?” said Elias, but Judah didn’t say it again.

“I don’t think I’d like to be a lamb,” the youngest shepherd said solemnly.

The shepherds now fell silent, and tugged their heavy cloaks about them to shelter them from the whistling wind.  Their eyes were accustomed to the blackness.  Every few moments they would look up to scan the hills for wolves or thieves.  They weren’t about to lose sheep by carelessness.

All of a sudden their hillside was flooded by the light of a thousand arc lamps, blinding them with its intensity.  When they could finally see, a man in shining apparel stood before them.  “Do not be afraid,” he declared in the ringing voice of a herald.

“I bring you good news of great joy
that will be for all the people.
Today in the town of David
a Deliverer has been born to you.
He is the Lord’s Messiah.”

“The Messiah! The Deliverer!” breathed Judah ben-Ozzri.  “He is come at last to set our people free.”

They could scarcely comprehend. Good news! Great joy!  In the town of David, the Son of David is born this night.  The Lord’s Messiah! The shining man, glowing with the very Shekinah glory of God, had declared it.  It must be so!

The angel continued: “This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying an a manger.”

What a strange sign.  But there was no time to think.

Now the shining angel drew himself to full height, and as he opened out his arms, the radiance and glory upon him began to spread until it covered rank after rank of angels, the heavenly host, the army of God himself — more and more, company after company, battalion after battalion, began to fill the sky.  And now they began to chant, to shout in unison.

“Glory to God in highest.”

The sound bounced off the hills and echoed from the valleys, like the rumble of thunder, like the roar of a great waterfall, the shout of triumph reverberated.  The shout of worship, the shout of honor, the shout of glorious praise.

“Glory to God in the highest,” they shouted together with one enormous voice of worship.

“Glory to God in the highest,” they chanted in unison, the overwhelming resonance blotting out everything else and infecting shepherds with its utter joy.  The host of God, overcome with awe at the archangel words, now shouted again, “Glory to God in the highest!  And on earth Shalom — peace — to those whom God has favored.”

Again and again the waves of praise rolled over the hillsides, until finally the voices began to fade, and only in the distance could the shepherds still hear shouts of “Glory, glory, glory,” that finally diminished to silence at last.  The brilliant light, too, was fading, like the final streaks of sunlight dipping below the horizon and painting the clouds red and pink in departing splendor.

Old Elias was first to speak, “Praise the Lord, dear friends.  We have witnessed what the prophets only dreamed of.”

“Angels,” breathed the youngest.

“The hosts of God’s army,” said Judah.

“Something greater still,” Elias said. “The chance to see the Lord’s Messiah with our own eyes. You heard the angel. He’s here, yonder in Bethlehem, and we must find him.  The angel told us how — a baby, wrapped in the swaddling bands of a newborn, lying in a manger…. A manger,” repeated the old man.

You could find dozens of cattle troughs if you searched all the outlying farms, but a manger with a newborn lying in it — that was the sign!  In Bethlehem itself, Elias could think of just one — inside a cave at the very edge of town where travelers’ animals were quartered.  The old man careened down the hillside at a pace that left the younger shepherds breathless.  He was ahead of them now, almost running to the cave behind the inn.

When they finally caught up, the old man was standing at the doorway to the cave, tears running down his cheeks.

“The Son of David,” he was saying, “The Lord’s Messiah.  The Deliverer has come.”

The shepherds moved inside and knelt at the manger, peering at the sleeping baby boy, all tightly wrapped in swaddling bands.

The youngest explained to the mother, “An angel told us,” he stammered, “and then thousands, millions of angels filled the sky, lit up with God’s light. ‘Glory to God,’ they shouted, and we joined them until we were hoarse, until they were gone.”

Then Elias addressed her. “Young woman, mother of this blessed Child.  You are one of the favored ones of whom the angels spoke, upon whom God’s glory and grace is resting tonight.”

You could see her lips form the words, “Yes, I know,” but no voice came.

The old shepherd went on, “The angel told us that your Child is God’s promised Messiah, our Deliverer.”

Then the old man was silent.  He just knelt there for a few more moments.  Finally he rose up, took the mother’s hand, and pressed it with his own. “God has entrusted you to raise his own Son, my dear. Our prayers are with you.”

He motioned his compatriots towards the door, and they got up, leaving the cave and its manger and its Christ-Child.  Nor were the shepherds silent about what they had seen.  They spread the good news far and wide.

Then they went back to their flocks, and carefully tended lambs that were destined for sacrifice on Passover.  And though they could not know or understand it, the baby Deliverer in the manger would not challenge the Roman oppressors, but instead deliver us from the sin and death that oppress us all.  For these lamb-herders had seen God’s Lamb,
born to be a Passover sacrifice for the sins of the entire world.

Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, Shalom, for us all.

~

Still looking for Christmas readings for church?  This next story is about a young Christ child who wanders through a village on Christmas Eve and blesses everyone who welcomes Him into their homes.

A Story of the Christ-Child – A German Legend for Christmas Eve

As Told By Elizabeth Harrison

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, on the night before Christmas, a little child was wandering
all alone through the streets of a great city.

There were many people on the street, fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers, uncles and aunts,
and even gray-haired grandfathers and grandmothers,
all of whom were hurrying home with bundles of presents for each other and for their little ones.

Fine carriages rolled by, express wagons rattled past, even old carts were pressed into service, and all things seemed
in a hurry and glad with expectation of the coming Christmas morning.

From some of the windows bright lights were already beginning to stream until it was almost as bright as day.

But the little child seemed to have no home, and wandered about listlessly from street to street.

No one took any notice of him except perhaps Jack Frost, who bit his bare toes and made the ends of his fingers tingle.

The north wind, too, seemed to notice the child, for it blew against him and pierced his ragged garments through and through, causing him to shiver with cold.

Home after home he passed, looking with longing eyes through the windows, in upon the glad, happy children,
most of whom were helping to trim the Christmas trees for the coming morrow.

“Surely,” said the child to himself, “where there is so must gladness and happiness, some of it may be for me.”

So with timid steps he approached a large and handsome house.

Through the windows, he could see a tall and stately Christmas tree already lighted. Many presents hung upon it.
Its green boughs were trimmed with gold and silver ornaments.

Slowly he climbed up the broad steps and gently rapped at the door. It was opened by a large man-servant.
He had a kindly face, although his voice was deep and gruff.

He looked at the little child for a moment, then sadly shook his head and said, “Go down off the steps.
There is no room here for such as you.”

He looked sorry as he spoke; possibly he remembered his own little ones at home,
and was glad that they were not out in this cold and bitter night.

Through the open door a bright light shone, and the warm air, filled with fragrance of the Christmas pine,
rushed out from the inner room and greeted the little wanderer with a kiss.

As the child turned back into the cold and darkness, he wondered why the footman had spoken thus,
for surely, thought he, those little children would love to have another companion join them in their joyous Christmas festival.

But the little children inside did not even know that he had knocked at the door.

The street grew colder and darker as the child passed on.  He went sadly forward, saying to himself,
“Is there no one in all this great city who will share the Christmas with me?”

Farther and farther down the street he wandered, to where the homes were not so large and beautiful. There seemed to be little children inside of nearly all the houses. They were dancing and frolicking about.

Christmas trees could be seen in nearly every window, with beautiful dolls and trumpets
and picture-books and balls and tops and other dainty toys hung upon them.

In one window the child noticed a little lamb made of soft white wool. Around its neck was tied a red ribbon.
It had evidently been hung on the tree for one of the children.

The little stranger stopped before this window and looked long and earnestly at the beautiful things inside,
but most of all was he drawn toward the white lamb.

At last creeping up to the window-pane, he gently tapped upon it.

A little girl came to the window and looked out into the dark street where the snow had now begun to fall.  She saw the child, but she only frowned and shook her head and said,
“Go away and come some other time. We are too busy to take care of you now.”

Back into the dark, cold streets he turned again.
The wind was whirling past him and seemed to say, “Hurry on, hurry on, we have no time to stop.
‘Tis Christmas Eve and everybody is in a hurry to-night.”

Again and again the little child rapped softly at door or window-pane. At each place he was refused admission.

One mother feared he might have some ugly disease, which her darlings would catch;
another father said he had only enough for his own children and none to spare for beggars.
Still another told him to go home where he belonged, and not to trouble other folks.

The hours passed; later grew the night, and colder grew the wind, and darker seemed the street.
Farther and farther the little one wandered.

There was scarcely any one left upon the street by this time, and the few who remained did not seem to see the child,
when suddenly ahead of him there appeared a bright, single ray of light.

It shone through the darkness into the child’s eyes.

He looked up smilingly and said, “I will go where the small light beckons, perhaps they will share their Christmas with me.”

Hurrying past all the other houses, he soon reached the end of the street and went straight up to the window from which the light was streaming.

It was a poor, little, low house, but the child cared not for that.The light seemed still to call him in.
From what do you suppose the light came?

Nothing but a tallow candle, which had been placed in an old cup with a broken handle, in the window, as a glad token of Christmas Eve.

There was neither curtain nor shade to the small, square window and as the little child looked in he saw standing upon a neat wooden table a branch of a Christmas tree.

The room was plainly furnished but it was very clean.
Near the fireplace sat a lovely faced mother with a little two-year-old on her knee and an older child beside her.

The two children were looking into their mother’s face and listening to a story.
She must have been telling them a Christmas story, I think.

A few bright coals were burning in the fireplace, and all seemed light and warm within.

The little wanderer crept closer and closer to the window-pane.

So sweet was the mother’s face, so loving seemed the little children, that at last he took courage and tapped gently,
very gently on the door.  The mother stopped talking, the little children looked up.
“What was that, mother?” asked the little girl at her side.

“I think it was some one tapping on the door,” replied the mother.
“Run as quickly as you can and open it, dear, for it is a bitter cold night to keep any one waiting in this storm.”
“Oh, mother, I think it was the bough of the tree tapping against the window-pane,” said the little girl.
“Do please go on with our story.”

Again the little wanderer tapped upon the door.

“My child, my child,” exclaimed the mother, rising, “that certainly was a rap on the door.
Run quickly and open it. No one must be left out in the cold on our beautiful Christmas Eve.”

The child ran to the door and threw it wide open.

The mother saw the ragged stranger standing without, cold and shivering, with bare head and almost bare feet.
She held out both hands and drew him into the warm, bright room.

“You poor, dear child,” was all she said, and putting her arms around him, she drew him close to her breast.
“He is very cold, my children,” she exclaimed. “We must warm him.”
“And,” added the little girl, “we must love him and give him some of our Christmas, too.”
“Yes,” said the mother, “but first let us warm him…”

The mother sat down by the fire with the little child on her lap, and her own little ones
warmed his half-frozen hands in theirs.
The mother smoothed his tangled curls, and, bending low over his head, kissed the child’s face.
She gathered the three little ones in her arms and the candle and the fire light shone over them.

For a moment the room was very still.

By and by the little girl said softly, to her mother,
“May we not light the Christmas tree, and let him see how beautiful it looks?” “Yes,” said the mother.

With that she seated the child on a low stool beside the fire, and went herself to fetch the few simple ornaments
which from year to year she had saved for her children’s Christmas tree.

They were soon so busy that they did not notice the room had filled with a strange and brilliant light.
They turned and looked at the spot where the little wanderer sat.

His ragged clothes had changed to garments white and beautiful;
his tangled curls seemed like a halo of golden light about his head;
but most glorious of all was his face, which shone with a light so dazzling that they could scarcely look upon it.

In silent wonder they gazed at the child.

Their little room seemed to grow larger and larger, until it was as wide as the whole world,
the roof of their low house seemed to expand and rise, until it reached to the sky.

With a sweet and gentle smile the wonderful child looked upon them for a moment,
and then slowly rose and floated through the air, above the treetops, beyond the church spire, higher even than the clouds themselves, until he appeared to them to be a shining star in the sky above.

At last he disappeared from sight.

The astonished children turned in hushed awe to their mother, and said in a whisper,
“Oh, mother, it was the Christ Child, was it not?”

And the mother answered in a low tone, “Yes.”

And it is said, dear children, that each Christmas Eve the little Christ Child
wanders through some town or village, and those who receive him and take him into their homes
and hearts have given to them this marvelous vision which is denied to others.

~

Christmas Poems for Carol Concerts

Christian Christmas Poems For Carol Concerts

It seems as if this religious Christmas poem was specifically written for candlelight carol concerts!  We particularly love the imagery of the ending:  “And all the time that we must be apart, I keep a candle in my heart.”

Candlelit Heart

By Mary E. Linton

Somewhere across the winter world tonight
You will be hearing chimes that fill the air;
Christmas extends its all-enfolding light
Across the distance, something we can share.

You will be singing, just the same as I,
These familiar songs we know so well;
And you will see these same stars in your sky
And wish upon that brightest one that fell.

I shall remember you and trim my tree,
One shining star upon the topmost bough;
I will hang wreaths of faith that all may see,
Tonight I glimpse beyond the here and now.

And all the time that we must be apart,
I keep a candle in my heart.

~

Famed American poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote the poem “Christmas Bells” on December 25, 1864, shortly before the end of the American Civil War

Longfellow crafted this poem to express the years of despair from the horrors of the war that had raged across the states, but ends the poem with a message of hope.

The original poem had seven stanzas, but in 1872 John Baptiste Calkin took out two stanzas referencing the American Civil War and gave us the memorable Christmas carol we know today as “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day.”

This Christmas poem would be a welcomed addition to any carol concert.

I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I heard the bells on Christmas day
their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And though how, as the day had come,
the belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along the unbroken song
Of peace of earth, good will to men.

Till ringing, singing on its way
the world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace of earth, good will to men.

And in despair I bowed my head
“There is no peach on earth,” I said,
“For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace of earth, good will to men.”

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
the wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men.”

Christian Christmas Poem I Heard the Bells by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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If you are looking for a Christmas poem for a carol concert, consider this next beautiful poem about three candles.  The first candle lights the Christmas tree; the second candle lights Baby Jesus’s way; while the third candle comforts a poor child in pain.

The Three Candles

By Evaleen Stein

When the Christmas-tide drew nigh,
On a shelf three candles bright,
Two were red and one was white,
Waited for who came to buy.

Said the first one, “I shall be
Chosen for a Christmas-tree!”
Said the second, “I shall light
Christ Jesus on His way to-night!”
Then the third one sighed, “Ah me,
I know not what my lot will be!”

When the dark fell, bright and gay
The first candle burned away,
Red as all the berries red
On the holly overhead,
While the children in their glee
Danced around the Christmas-tree.

And the second, twinkling bright,
Poured forth all its golden light
Through a window decked with green
Garlands and red ribbons’ sheen,
So the Christ-child when He came
Might be guided by its flame.

But the third one in the gloom
Of a bare and cheerless room
Softly burned where long had lain
A poor little child in pain,
And the baby in its bed
By the light was comforted.

When the Christ-child passed that night
All three candles gave Him light,
But the brightest was the spark
By the baby in the dark.

~

This spiritual Christmas poem is by famed British poet Alfred Lord Tennyson.  With his beautiful words, we can image how quiet and still all nature was, waiting for the birth of Baby Jesus.  This poem would be perfect for carol concerts.

The Time Draws Near

By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.

Four voices of four hamlets round,
From far and near, on mead and moor,
Swell out and fail, as if a door
Were shut between me and the sound:

Each voice four changes on the wind,
That now dilate, and new decrease,
Peace and goodwill, goodwill and peace,
Peace and goodwill, to all mankind.

~

This Christian Christmas poem is like a beautiful baby’s lullaby.  Soft, soothing, and filled with love.  This poem could be recited at Sunday School or carol concerts by young children.

Manger Song (Modified)

By Frederick M. Lynk

Young Mary the mother
gazed fondly at Him,
and softly touched
the manger’s rim

Joseph sat musing
on a bundle of hay,
the shepherds played sweetly
a small harp lay.

The angels stood smiling
in heaven’s joy,
and humbling adoring
the infant Christ boy.

The ox and the donkey
forgot the fresh straw,
and knelt down in wonder
at what they saw.

The walls were shining
like molten gold;
The winds sang gaily,
around the fold.

And gleaming silver
strewed every star,
and sang a star greeting
from heaven afar.

~

This religious Christmas poem would be appropriate for carol concerts.  It speaks of music and blinding joy at the birth of God’s own Son.

Wonder

By Nancy Buckley

There is faint music in the night,
And pale wings fanned by silver flight;
A frosty hill with tender glow
Of countless stars that shine on snow.

A shelter from the winter storm,
A straw-lined manger, safe and warm,
And Mary crooning lullabies,
To hush her Baby’s sleepy sighs.

Her eyes are rapt under His face,
Unheeded here is time and space;
Her heart filled with blinding joy,
For God’s own Son, her little Boy!

Christian Christmas Poem Wonder by Nancy Buckley

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The tune for “Deck the Halls” is fun to sing, but the lyrics which traditionally accompany the tune don’t express the Christian’s heart.

This spiritual poem celebrates the true meaning of Christmas and takes advantage of the familiar sounds of a delightful tune.

All the Angels Sing

By Douglas Knighton

Jesus came to be our Saviour,
All the angels sang and God rejoiced!
Came to bring us Heaven’s favour,
All the angels sang and God rejoiced!
Born to open Heaven’s treasure,
Key to God’s holiness for all time.
Jesus is the Father’s pleasure,
Sent to us with love and joy sublime.

Jesus came to live among us,
All the angels sang and God rejoiced!
Showed us faith both true and joyous,
All the angels sang and God rejoiced!
Taught and lived God’s good commandments,
Never once sinned at all in his life.
Jesus offers us repentance,
Gave himself for our eternal life.

Jesus came to make us holy,
All the angels sang and God rejoiced!
Came to save us, meek and lowly,
All the angels sang and God rejoiced!
Guides us to Christ-like behavior,
Puts his love for the world in our soul.
Jesus Christ our only savior,
Takes away our sin and makes us whole.

~

This next Christian Christmas poem is a perfect fit for carol concerts.  It reminds us to think about Jesus when we sing Christmas carols.

Carols of Christ

By Robert Hedrick

Though I enjoy some of the jingle bell music we hear in the Christmas season,
My favourites are those carols that tell the world of the true season’s reason.
The ones that put Christ in Christmas and year after year they keep Him there,
For the devil tries to take Him out and there are many who have joined his lair.

Some tell of the miracle God performed when Jesus came on Christmas morn,
For this would be the one and only time that to a virgin a child would be born.
Telling us that He was born in a lowly stable, for there was no room at the inn,
Then of wise men who came bringing gifts to the special baby that lay within.

There are carols telling about angles in heaven praising this new born King,
When they joined together and lifted up their voices to honour Him as they sing.
Others proclaim Christ to be the Saviour that the old prophets had written of,
Who someday would willingly give His life for our sins, doing so through love.

If not for these old carols, some would never hear what Christmas is all about,
Because all too often when Christmas is celebrated, Christ has been left out.
Then my prayer is that they are still being sung as Jesus appears in the sky,
Reminding us, He’s the reason for the season and it was for us He chose to die.

~

This religious Christmas poem is appropriate for carol concerts, and to recite at nativity scenes.  It paints a vivid picture of the Baby Jesus lying in the manger, so meek and mild.

Bring Me to the Manger

By Anna Tucker

Bring me to the manger
For I desire to go,
Bring me to the manger,
For I desire to know,
The Holy child
So meek and mild,
So spotless and undefiled
Cradled therein,
For dark is this night
And I long e’en for the star
That did guide
The wise men from afar,
To where He lay,
For my soul shall weep and pray
Till I find my way
To Him!

~

This lovely poem was inspired by six famous Christmas carols, with each verse reflecting the stanzas of a well-known song.  This mash-up is perfect for carol concerts!

All Ye Faithful

By Earl W Haskins

Hark the herald angels sing
A Lamb was born this day
Hail unto this newborn King
We trust Him, come what may

Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Enjoy this time of year
Mindful of our acts of folly
Let’s keep conviction near

O little town of Bethlehem
Or so the carol goes
He didn’t come here to condemn
But save, the Bible shows

God rest ye merry gentlemen
Our battles He will fight
Though often mocked by some of them
Thank God some see the light

Glory be to God on high
All His heavenly host
Happy Holidays” may apply
But “Merry Christmas” most

The first Noel, angels did say
All glory to His name
While in a tomb His body lay
Yet death could never claim

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Readings & Stories for Carol Concerts...

Religious Christmas Readings For Carol Concerts

This first reading is beloved.  While the words are simple, the sentiment is beautiful.  It would be a perfect addition to a carol concert.

With this Candle

Author Unknown

Where there is light, there is hope.
Where there is friendship, peace and truth.
Christmas is a time for celebrating the special people in our lives.
When I cannot find my way, I light a flame.
And at Christmas, I think of you.

~

This is a popular religious reading at carol concerts, and reminds us that Christmas should be about remembering Christ’s birth, rather than all the gifts and fun times that come with this festive holiday.

Isaiah 7:14

Therefore the Lord Himself shall give you a sign;
Behold a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son,
and shall call His name Emmanuel.

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This Christmas reading is the real story about the life of Saint Nicholas and his generosity.  It would be a wonderful reading to give at a carol concert.

The Real St. Nick (Santa Claus)

By Dr. Ralph F. Wilson

“A vast multitude was imprisoned in every place,” wrote an eyewitness. “The prisons — prepared for murderers and robbers — were filled with bishops, priests, and deacons … so there was no longer room for those condemned of crimes.”*

You’d hardly expect to find old St. Nick in jail. But St. Nicholas is more than a children’s Christmas legend. He was flesh and blood, a prisoner for Christ, bishop of the Mediterranean city of Myra.

What do we know about the real St. Nicholas? He was born, ancient biographers tell us, to wealthy parents in the city of Patara about 270 A.D. He was still young when his mother and father died and left him a fortune.

As a teenager, Nicholas’ humility was already evident. He had heard about a family destitute and starving. The father had no money for food, much less the dowry needed to marry off his three daughters. He was ready to send his oldest girl into the streets to earn a living as a prostitute.

Under the cover of night, Nicholas threw a bag of gold coins through the window of their humble dwelling. In the morning the father discovered the gold. How he rejoiced: his family was saved, his daughter’s honour preserved, and a dowry for her marriage secured. Some time after, Nicholas secretly provided a dowry for the second daughter. Still later for the third.

But on the third occasion, the girls’ father stood watching. As soon as the bag of gold thudded on the floor, he chased after the lad till he caught him. Nicholas was mortified to be discovered in this act of charity. He made the father promise not to tell anyone who had helped his family. Then Nicholas forsook his wealth to answer a call to the ministry.

At the nearby city of Myra a bishop supervised all the churches of the region. When the bishop died, the bishops and ministers from other cities and villages — Nicholas among them — gathered to choose a successor.

Nicholas was in the habit of rising very early and going to the church to pray. This morning an aged minister awaited him in the sanctuary. “Who are you, my son?” er hat gefragt.

“Nicholas the sinner,” the young minister replied. “And I am your servant.”

“Come with me,” the old priest directed. Nicholas followed him to a room where the bishops had assembled. The elderly minister addressed the gathering. “I had a vision that the first one to enter the church in the morning should be the new bishop of Myra. Here is that man: Nicholas.”

Indeed they did choose him as bishop. Nicholas was destined to lead his congregation through the worst tribulation in history.

In A.D. 303, the Roman Emperor Diocletian ordered a brutal persecution of all Christians. Those suspected of following the Lord were ordered to sacrifice to pagan gods. Nicholas and thousands of others refused.

Ministers, bishops, and lay people were dragged to prison. Savage tortures were unleashed on Christians all over the empire. Believers were fed to wild animals.  Some were forced to fight gladiators for their lives while bloodthirsty crowds screamed for their death. Women suffered dehumanizing torment. Saints were beaten senseless, others set aflame while still alive.

Yet persecution couldn’t stamp out Christianity. Rather it spread. Third Century leader Tertullian observed,
“The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the Church.”

Those who survived Diocletian’s torture chambers were called “saints” or “confessors” by the people, because they didn’t forsake their confession that Jesus Christ is Lord. Nicholas was one of these.

Finally, after years of imprisonment, the iron doors swung open and Bishop Nicholas walked out, freed by decree of the new Emperor Constantine. As he entered his city once more, his people flocked about him. “Nicholas! Confessor!” they shouted. “Saint Nicholas has come home.”

The bishop was beaten but not broken. He served Christ’s people in Myra for another thirty years. Through the prayers of this tried and tested soldier of faith, many found salvation and healing. Nicholas participated in the famous Council of Nicea in 325 A.D. He died on December 6, about 343, a living legend, beloved by his whole city.

St. Nick of yuletide fame still carries faint reminders of this ancient man of God. The color of his outfit recollects the red of bishop’s robes. “Making a list, checking it twice,” probably recalls the old saint’s lectures to children about good behaviour.  Gifts secretly brought on Christmas eve bring to mind his humble generosity to the three daughters.

Yet if he were alive today, this saint would humbly deflect attention from himself. No fur-trimmed hat and coat, no reindeer and sleigh or North Pole workshop.  As he did in life centuries ago, Bishop Nicholas would point people to his Master.

“I am Nicholas, a sinner,” the old saint would say.  “Nicholas, servant of Christ Jesus.”

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* NOTES: A great deal of legend has built up around St. Nicholas. The author has carefully selected material which he deemed to be the most credible accounts based on those found in Life of Nicholas by tenth century biographer Symeon Logotheta the Metaphrast, quoted by Charles W. Jones in Saint Nicholas of Myra, Bari, and Manhattan: Biography of a Legend (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1978).

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This next Christmas reading is about the three wisemen that travelled a long way to worship Baby Jesus, the King of Kings.  Consider this reading if you are participating in, or organizing, a carol concert.

Christmas Travelers

By Dr. Ralph F. Wilson

Christmas recalls the story of travellers propelled by the unhurried rhythm of their animals:

We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.

Why did these wisemen undertake such a journey?  A tall astronomer, advisor to the Persian king,
springs from his midnight vigil in the palace courtyard. “Casper, come! Look along the rod I’ve sighted toward the constellation of the Jews.” Casper peers into the blackness.

“Do you see it? That brilliant star is new tonight! It must signify the birth of a mighty king.”

A soft whistle escapes him as he spots it. “There it is!” He’s talking rapidly now. “I’ve read ancient Hebrew scriptures which tell of this ruler’s star.” Rising, he announces, “We must see him. We must go!”

Traversing the caravan routes of Persia, Babylon, and Syria for 1,200 miles, they ford broad rivers, pass ancient cities, cross barren deserts. Three months they trek westward, day after day, “following yonder star.”

In Jerusalem they inquire, “Where is he that is born King of the Jews? For we have seen his star in the East, and are come to worship him.” Worship? So the Babe is more than a king!

Now they follow the shining star till it rests over a simple Bethlehem home. At early dawn neighbours gather to watch the richly- robed travelers dismount. Joseph meets them at the door.

“We’ve come to see the child, the King.” The wise men fall before the Babe, faces to the floor, royal counselors doing homage, worshipping the Christ child. Outside, their servants unload weighty chests from the camels and set gifts before the King.

Heavy fragrances of frankincense and myrrh mingle to fill the room as one by one the boxes are opened.

A touch of the boy-child’s tiny fingers, a final longing look, and the men rise to go. Camel bells soon fade in the brisk morning air.

We, too, travel at Christmas, visiting family and friends. Yet, like the wisemen, the most important journey we make these hectic holidays is to draw nigh Jesus himself with the gift of our hearts.

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Christmas Poems About Jesus

Our Favourite Christmas Poems about Jesus

Looking for Christmas poems about Jesus, rather than about Santa Claus?  This first poem reminds us that Christmas is a symbol of Jesus’ never-ending love for us, and that we will find Him whenever we seek Him.

If You Look for Me at Christmas…

Author Unknown

If you look for me at Christmas,
you won’t need a special star;
I’m no longer just in Bethlehem,
I’m right there where you are.

You may not be aware of Me
amid the celebrations.
You’ll have to look beyond the stores
and all the decorations.

But if you take a moment
from your list of things to do,
and listen to your heart, you’ll find
I’m waiting there for you.

You’re the one I want to be with,
you’re the reason that I came,
and you’ll find Me in the stillness,
as I’m whispering your name.

Love, Jesus

Christian Christmas Poem If You Look for Me at Christmas By an Unknown Author

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When it comes to Christmas poems about Jesus, this is definitely one of our favourites.  The sentiment is that Jesus is the real light of Christmas, and the light of the whole world.

The Light Of Christmas

By Margaret Cagle

We bring in the Christmas season
With beautiful Christmas lights.
They shine forth across our cities
Throughout the season’s nights.

Many look forward to celebrating
This wonderful time of the year
By decorating their homes with lights
To spread some Christmas cheer.

We string lights on Christmas trees,
On wreaths hanging here and there.
Lights adorn many, many decorations.
We see pretty lights everywhere.

Jesus is the real light of Christmas.
He is the light of the world today.
He died on the cross for our sins.
He is the truth, the light, the way.

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This Christmas poem about Jesus implores us to remember that Christmas is about Christ and His salvation.  Let us not celebrate Christmas for the wrong reasons!

Leave Christ in Christmas

By Margaret Cagle

Christmas without Christ?
Tell me, how can it be?
So many people change it
To suit themselves, you see.

Can’t we say “Merry Christmas”
Instead of “Happy holidays”?
We take Christ out of Christmas
In so many different ways.

It is nice to exchange gifts
This special time of the year,
But what do we give to Christ,
Our Redeemer and Savior so dear?

Christ is really what makes it
A genuine Christmas season.
If we take Him out of Christmas,
We celebrate for the wrong reason.

I want Christ in my Christmas,
For inside my heart Jesus lives.
Jesus can be your Savior too,
For free salvation He gives.

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Our collection of Christmas poems about Jesus would not be complete without this poem.  It speaks about how the shepherds searched hastily for Jesus when He was born, and how we should hastily search for Him today.

They Came With Haste to Jesus

By Margaret Cagle

As shepherds watched their flocks
In a field in Judea one night,
They were amazed and startled
By a bright and shining light.

The angel of the Lord appeared
To announce a very special birth.
God sent His only Son, the Savior,
To be born here on this earth.

A multitude of the Heavenly host,
Praising God appeared to them then.
Saying, “Glory to God in the highest.
Peace on earth, good will toward men.”

Then when all the angels went away,
To one another the shepherds said,
“Let us go to the town of Bethlehem
And find the babe in the manger bed.”

Then the shepherds came with haste
And found Jesus, the Christ child.
He was wrapped in swaddling clothes,
God’s Son, so holy, meek, and mild.

Christ Jesus was born on the earth
So He could one day die for our sin.
Our Savior shed His precious blood.
He died to save the souls of men.

Let us come with haste to Jesus.
He can gloriously save you today.
Yes, Jesus is patiently waiting
To forgive and take your sins away.

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I wonder if God cried when he sent his only little child to die on the cross?  This Christmas poem about Jesus is very moving.

Christmas Tears

By Patricia Joan Polhans

I wonder if God cried when
He sent us his only son,
His most precious gift to offer
All of us with love.

Did a tear trickled down
His precious holy cheek
When he handed us his little boy
Did he then begin to weep?

I wonder if he cried when
Jesus was rejected.
Did his lips turn downward?
Was his heart broken and dejected?

For he’d given us his all,
His ultimate sacrifice,
Sending us his only child,
Were God’s tears a surprise?

Christmas is a happy time
For all of those we see
But for the Heavenly Father
Maybe this could not be!

How he must have wept
Over his little boy who’d die.
His life, vanished in the wind.
Christmas had to make him cry!

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This Christmas poem tells us that Jesus is the ultimate gift.

Give the Gift of Jesus

By Deborah Ann Belka

This Christmas . . .

I’m decorating my heart,
with the wrappings of His love.
Tying a ribbon around my soul,
with His blessings from above.

I going to avoid all the malls,
and stop not at a single store.
The only present I will give,
is the One that will restore.

I’m giving the gift of forgiveness,
sending cards about His grace.
I’m letting the glory of His birth,
beam across my thankful face.

I’m opening up my home,
for everyone to come and see.
The light of His beauty,
so to celebrate His birth with me.

I’m serving a dish of Christmas joy,
and offering up God’s good cheer.
We will feast upon His holiness,
and rejoice that our Saviour’s here.

I’m baking Him up a special cake,
singing to Him a birthday song.
And a slice of His love and mercy,
I’ll give out for all to take along.

I’m giving the offering of Jesus,
at naught at cost to me.
I’m sending out the message,
there is One gift that is truly free!

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This Christmas poem about Jesus hopes that we can put away our hatred or indifference long enough to see that He was born to save us from our misery.

Indifference

By Donna Hendrix

It has come! He is here! He is here!
Our Savior has come to us so near!
Born in a stable and lain in the manger
King Herod lurking, Oh what danger!

Magi heard of the baby from afar
Came to worship Him led by the star
Just as had been prophesied in days of old
Gifts for Him of frankincense, myrrh, and gold

Shepherds watched their flocks by night
Angels appeared to them from the Light
Your King has been born in Bethlehem this day
Make your way to worship Him and pray

As the Magi made their way to see the King
Where were the others with their gifts to bring?
As the shepherds made their way across the land
Did the others not see what was close at hand?

King Herod filled with jealousy and greed
Could not abide another King; God’s very seed
In Jesus’ day there were those who worshiped God’s child
Other’s were indifferent and some hated Him all the while

It sounds like the country in which I live
Many think Christmas is just a time for gifts to give
Never think of the Savior who came to save us all
Never think of the tiny baby who took the fall

Some hate Him with no plausible reason
They want to take His name out of the season
Happy holidays they say as they take your money
Just as Easter is now all about the bunny

How can you hate a man who lived a sinless perfect life
The one who can take from you all your struggles and strife
How can you hate the man who died for no reason except love
The only one who can open the door to heaven above

I pray that others can see the love He has for all society
That hardened hearts can soften as I make this plea
That nonbelievers can come to worship the tiny baby
Who came to earth for none other than you and me

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Jesus is the Lamb of God and His only Begotten Son.  This Christmas poem reminds us that His birth was the ultimate sign of God’s love for us.

The Lamb of God

By Donna Hendrix

In the stillness of a winter night
The earth received God’s Holy Light
An infant born to a young virgin girl
One tiny baby who would change the world

Birthed in a lowly barnyard stable
The King of kings who would enable
Born amid the cattle and sheep
The Lamb of God lay fast asleep

Wise men and kings traveled from afar
Led to this baby by the beautiful star
Shepherds were alerted by angels on high
The Savior is come; time to draw nigh

Angels filled the skies in glorious songs
Singing praises to Him all night long
Peace on earth and mercy mild
Came down to us in the form of a child

What a miracle for the world to see
Yet, many don’t believe He is our Savior to be
Many think the infant born in the stable
Is someone’s version of a long ago fable

Even those who walked with Him on earth
Doubted this man of the virgin birth
His wondrous miracles, compassion, and endless love
Were not proof enough for them that He came from above

This precious Christmas story is your saving grace
God’s gift of love to take sin’s place
He sent to this world His only begotten Son
This tiny Lamb of God; the Father’s will be done

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This Christmas poem about Jesus reminds us that that God gave us His Son, even though He was destined for a life filled with sorrow and suffering, and ending with death.

Glory Above All

By Sheila Bertrand

God became man, incarnate Son
Gave up the rights of deity
Stepping down from heaven’s throne
Putting off Your majesty

Knowing sorrow every day
As You walked this dreary earth
Seeing as we turned away
The very One who gave us birth

Man of sorrows, man of grief
Every day weighed down with pain
And though You knew what was to be
You determined to remain

Your love required You to bear
Excruciating agony
A suffering beyond compare
As You bore our sins on the tree

But however great Your purpose was
In sending Jesus to atone
Your glory rises above all
The glory that is Yours alone

All thoughts of us, though great and sweet
Were secondary in intent
Your first concern, Lord, was not me
Your glory is preeminent

You came to seek and save the lost
As a means to this great end
Your Father’s glory uppermost
Your Father’s Kingdom to extend

So in the cross Your glory shines
Which every eye at last will see
A glory, gracious and sublime,
That’s Yours for all eternity.

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This poem discusses the trappings of a secular Christmas compared to the Godly perspective in Jesus Christ.

A True Christmas

By Paul Zimmerman Jr.

A special time to remember when
Why we’ve gathered together again
The meaning far beyond the lights
And toys and gifts and cancelled flights

Not just a day there is no work
Or mushy cards that have their quirks
The time of year the whole world sees
The Son of God not Christmas trees

Oh the hours we did spend
And how much cash now in the end?
It seems we try so hard to please
Everyone but Christ it seems!

Madly dashing here and there
As if this earthly world should care
Longing for the things we own
Instead of seeking Heaven’s Throne

Can we for once now just be still
And look at what is truly real?
Let us take time to reflect
The gift of Jesus, don’t forget!

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This is another favourite Christmas poem about Jesus.  It entreats us to always remember that God’s love and Jesus’ sacrifice is the true meaning of Christmas.

Don’t Forget Jesus

By M.S. Lowndes

Christmas is a special time
To reflect on Jesus Christ,
The wonder of His lowly birth
Brings meaning to our lives

There really is no other reason
We celebrate this day,
The birth of God’s precious son
And the life, He willingly gave

But so much seems to distract us
In the busyness of our lives,
We loose our focus in all the happenings,
Not knowing, we leave out Christ

We loose sight of the true meaning
As we endlessly rush about,
Trying to find that perfect gift
Seems to cloud our Saviour out

We need to stop and reflect awhile,
Remembering our precious Lord,
His birth, His life, His sacrifice
And all that He stands for

For thought the world may celebrate
It seems, though, for other reasons,
Let’s keep in mind that Jesus Christ
Is the true meaning of the season

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Spiritual Christmas Poems

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