Christmas Poem

CHRISTMAS POEM

December 2025

Christmas is here,

The days are dark,

But children’s eyes

Are filled with wonder.

The hearts of men and women,

Hurried by culture’s pull

To become consumers of things

They don’t really “need”.

And on a quiet street

A church seems awakened

By the Season’s air

Something Holy is in its midst.

The church goers hearts seem joyful

As they go into the church

A passerby wandering its streets

Seems intrigued 

Will he enter its doors?

He does, slowly he makes his way in…

Deep inside his heart he knows

He will find truth there.

A wise man is a man willing to admit

He doesn’t have it all figured out;

That he needs a Savior,

And in that posture of the heart

The Savior comes in to dwell

In his heart and fills him 

With Salvation, Joy, Peace, Love and Hope.