John Piper said in an address that I heard earlier this
year, “very few of you (pastors) should give significant time to writing
poetry, but all of you should make poetic efforts in the way you see and
savor and show the glories of Christ.”
So, I doubt that Piper would be very impressed by these meager poems,
but he would applaud the effort. As a Christmas gift to you, here are two
poems for the Advent season. Both of
these efforts borrow from Isaac Watts’ great hymn, “Joy to the World.”
WHAT I WISH FOR
CHRISTMAS
In this world of sin
and woe,
Where pain and
suffering won’t let go,
I have a wish for
Christmas.
That Christians would
live like the Name they bear,
That absolute truth
would be acknowledged here,
That the wicked and
cheaters would not win,
That holiness would
triumph over sin.
That marriage and
children would matter more
and money and things
would matter less
That the God of the
Bible we would adore
and evil would lose
over righteousness.
That the right to
life wouldn’t be so hazy
That to kill a baby
would be seen as crazy
That fascination with
technology,
Would be tempered by
sound theology.
That the Bible would
be read,
That our souls would
not be dead,
That thinking
Christians we would be,
Walking by the Spirit
in liberty.
That Christmas would
be no mere “holiday”
That the God-Man be
honored as the only way
That all peoples
would embrace
What heaven and
nature sing
That Jesus Christ is
Lord . . . over everything.
LET EVERY HEART
PREPARE HIM ROOM
His was a birth like
no other
A mother . . . but
not a human father;
Why does this
matter? Why should we care?
Aren’t there bigger
issues? Like, “why is life unfair”?
The sin of Adam
marred us all
We are guilty; we all
did fall;
Life’s not unfair, we
get what’s coming;
It’s just that the
pain is so very numbing.
God saw all this from
beginning to end
He planned a
rescue—His Son to send;
That Son is perfect
in all deity
But wrapped in
cloths—infant humanity.
See now, God’s Son,
in human form forever
The Gift on a cross,
a remarkable endeavor
To right the wrong;
to erase the sting
Of what we call
unfair and endless suffering.
The grace of God is
now made known
Death’s triumph has
been overthrown;
Sing it out! The end of doom!
Let every heart
prepare Him room.
Let every heart
prepare Him room.
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ReplyDeleteNice blog you got here. Anyway, thank you for sharing your nice christmas poems.
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I love these poems! I have been very fond of poems and some few years back, I compiled some of my favorite short Christmas poems. I'd really wish to include at least one of these poems. Thank you and have a great holiday!
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