Tag Archive | Christmas poetry

The Christmas Light

The lights are lit, some in colors some clear,
Green trees in abundance grace homes with cheer,
Decorations abound for many a mile,
Christmas hopes bring about many a smile.

‘Til the season to give and so we believe,
The presents stacked high for we also receive,
Nativity sets and snowmen grace many a lawn,
Yes, Christmas comes to adult and fawn.

Oh, no, it doesn’t erase all the evil that exists,
Doesn’t replace those we dearly miss,
It can’t undo what evil has wrought,
But for the soul who just a bit caught,

The Christmas Spirit nurtures a flame,
Burning within in God’s holy name.
For God’s love became flesh by a miracle birth,
His Son became man on this earth.

Christmas comes but once a year,
If only for everyone it could bring good cheer,
But it should always remind me and you,
Jesus Christ is the light that makes Christmas true.
          dfav 12/22/16


This Gift

This is a Christmas gift to you,
The most costly present one could give,
Without paper, bow or string,
A gift that can help you truly live.
How you’ve longed for such as this!

No more tearing through your days,
Or restless, sleep deprived, anxious nights,
With tossing, turning or pacing the floor,
But sure assurance it can be made right.
Your heart has cried for such as this!

This gift will eliminate any empty feeling,
Fill you with the Light of true love,
And create in you a need to point the way,
For others to this gift from God above.
Your soul has space for such as this!

Conceived in obedience with the Holy Spirit,
The Baby Jesus born in Bethlehem,
A gift to bridge the gap ‘tween God and us,
He was the Son of God sent to reconcile men.
Your heart rejoices for such as this!
        dfav 12/20/16


Christmas Spirit, You’re Welcome Here

Christmas Spirit, You’re welcome here,
Amongst those I love so dear,
Come and show us once again,
That love can transform any man.

Christmas Spirit, please help us see,
Not the mountain but the possibility.
Keep strong for us Your hopes and dreams,
With a love determined to defeat Evil’s schemes.

Christmas Spirit, fill each ones heart,
With determination to do our part,
To make the world a safer place,
But one that won’t deny Your face.

Christmas Spirit, You’re welcome here,
Spread Your peace both far and near,
Wrap us in Your warmth and grace,
As young Mary did our Lord embrace.
           dfav 12/14/16


There’s Something

There’s something in the eyes.

A never dying hope for peace.

Regardless of the pain,

Miracles still take wing to fly,

When hearts keep love aloft.

There’s something in the voice.

Firm but gentle with true belief,

That evil will not always win,

For sometimes when man has choice,

Someone will choose good.

There’s something in the heart.

A space meant for God alone.

Waiting that we but turn to Him,

And trust Him with each part,

Only then can His creation win.

There’s something in the soul.

That responds to the Holy Spirit,

Reminding us of the baby,

Born over two thousand years ago,

That’s changing lives still.

There’s something in the face.

That’s mirrored on each one here,

For maybe we can understand,

That Christmas takes its place,

In the Christian’s heart and soul.

                  -dfav 12/11/16


Silent Night

The imagery of a silent night,
Wee small hours of the morning,
When some are settling into sleep,
Others waking before the dawning.
A silence in which the slightest sound
Will echo down deserted streets,
And if we knew but to lend an ear,
Could hear the newest mother weep.
A child born to those of meager means,
Who found not even a corner of an inn,
Has pushed his way into the world,
Our Savior, Lord and even yes, our friend.
More than two thousand years ago,
Since God’s Son came into the world,
And though we don’t have the day exact,
Through time the celebration has been hurled.
In the twinkle of the lights so bright,
The love from that first Christmas hour,
Is met with all of Heaven’s light,
As love creates its own unique power.
            -dfav 12/4/16


Christmas from the Cottage-by-the-Sea, #47, 12/24/2015


He sees you,
Do you see Him?
Do you recognize His eyes?
The way His hand feels?
Or is He a complete surprise?
The Son of God at Calvary?
This baby becomes that man,
The God of Him already inside,
From there to then it’s only time.
If you don’t know this Baby Jesus,
Unacquainted with Him on the cross,
Then come and sit and look around,
Perhaps you’ll see why your lost.
And if His eyes are unfamiliar,
As a child and as a man,
Perhaps His voice calling,
Adam? Sons of Adam?
Where are you?
Perhaps His voice rings a bell?
He’s been calling for you by name,
To listen or not is your choice.
What will you choose to do?
This decision can be made by only one,
That one, my friend, is you.
                           dfav 12/24/15

Christmas from the Cottage-by-the-Sea, #46, 12/23/15


Abba Father,
That is me there, in His eye,
How’d I get there, manger side?
I kneel in wonder, “What or why, ”
“Has sent this Savior to agree to die?”

I stare in wonder and start to cry,
Even at this stable I was on His mind.
Even then only He was true love and kind,
He would bear my sins so I could fly.

Baby Jesus, God’s only Son, He came,
To offer love, truth and kindness too,
Since then my life hasn’t been the same!
That tiny baby could change you true.

Jesus, Sweet Emmanuel, Savior, King,
The Way, The Truth, The Life–He came,
Master, Lord, of Everything,
He had me in His heart, He called my name.
                             dfav 12/22/15

Christmas from the Cottage-by-the-Sea, #45, 12/23/15


Abba Father,

O Mighty God, O King of Kings,
Teach me now some new things,
Help my mind to explore,
To open each revealed door.

Every woman old enough to realize,
The bravery of a girl Mary’s age and size,
To have set self aside and reputation too,
To obey her God, be holy and true and do,

Everything the Angel told her to expect initially,
Had come and gone almost breathlessly,
And now in strangely, Holy silence, shepherd’s come.
Mary closed memories in her heart to ponder on.

“What a woman,” I want to shout,
As morning erases any doubt,
This thoughtful woman and faithful man.
Have so completed the tasks at hand.
                       dfav 12/23/15

Christmas at the Cottage-by-the-Sea, #42, 12/14/15


Abba Father:
The simple donkey.

What of the donkey?
The one Mary rode into town?
Weary from travel and,
This city he now sees.

The Inn would have meant separation,
But the Donkey must have,
Tugged on the reins,
Did he know God had other preparation?

His steps must have quickened,
When the stable he saw,
The perfect place for them,
Near where privacy thickened.

Did he carefully stand guard,
Until the birthing was finished?
Was he first at the manger?
First to kneel, though physically hard?

Simple donkey often in the fields,
Carefully followed his Master’s voice.
Doing his job as best he could,
Part of the plan with God’s seal.

The simple donkey.
                                          dfav 12/14/15

Christmas in the Cottage-by-the-Sea, #37, 12/3/15



Abba Father,
Far as I know no one did record,
The innkeepers name whose stable,
Mary, Joseph and Jesus did use.
We don’t know his business address,
But on the night of Jesus birth,
This man’s role he’s remembered for nonetheless.

For he turned them away from the Inn,
He offered them shelter in with his livestock,
So his was the stable where Christ was born.
Nameless, faceless, motivations unclear,
Was it compassion that moved him?
Or a cold, unnamed fear?

God used him whether he knew it or not.
If for one thing I could be remembered,
Be I nameless, without any personal detail known,
I’d like it to be that moved by God I shared,
Was His hands, His feet, even His heart,
Providing for someone assurance Christ cares.
                                           dfav 12/3/15