THE NEW YEAR

The start of a new year is an ideal time to reflect on the past, take an account of your Christian walk, and consider the direction God may want to lead you in the coming days. Set aside some time to pause and evaluate your spiritual condition as you seek God’s presence with this prayerful collection of poems for Christians.

 

 

A New Year’s Poem for Christians

Instead of making a New Year’s resolution

Consider committing to a biblical solution

Your promises are easily broken

Empty words, though earnestly spoken

But God’s Word transforms the soul

By His Holy Spirit making you whole

As you spend time alone with Him

He will change you from within

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Mary Fairchild

 

Just One Request

Dear Master for this coming year

Just one request I bring:

I do not pray for happiness,

Or any earthly thing -

I do not ask to understand

The way Thou leadest me,

But this I ask: Teach me to do

The thing that pleaseth Thee.

 

I want to know Thy guiding voice,

To walk with Thee each day.

Dear Master make me swift to hear

And ready to obey.

And thus the year I now begin

A happy year will be -

If I am seeking just to do

The thing that pleaseth Thee.

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Unknown Author

Bethlehem Town

There burns a star o’er Bethlehem town --

See, O my eyes!

And gloriously it beameth down

Upon a virgin mother meek

And Him whom solemn Magi seek.

Burn on, O star! and be the light

To guide us all to Him this night!

 

The angels walk in Bethlehem town -

Hush, O my heart!

The angels come and bring a crown

To Him, our Saviour and our King;

And sweetly all this night they sing.

Sing on in rapturous angel throng

That we may learn that heavenly song!

 

Near Bethlehem town there blooms a tree --

O heart, beat low!

And it shall stand on Calvary!

But from the shade thereof we turn

Unto the star that still shall burn

When Christ is dead and risen again

To mind us that he died for men.

 

There is a cry in Bethlehem town --

Hark, O my soul!

‘T is of the Babe that wears the crown.

It telleth us that man is free --

That He redeemeth all and me!

The night is sped -- behold the morn!

Sing, O my soul; the Christ is born!

 

Eugene Field