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Poems that send darts🎯to touch our hearts❤️
Looking for Jesus seems a noble thing to do, Yet search can turn to longing for what comforts you. If seeking is for gain, for answers just your way, He may feel just beyond you, slipping day by day.
You may chase every sign, every whispered clue, And find what you are searching for keeps eluding you. But when your heart is humble, and love is what you choose, When you care for others as Jesus always would
You will not have to search for Him, nor call His name, For He will come beside you, quietly the same. In mercy lived, in kindness shown, in love that’s true and free, You’ll find that all along… He was walking next to thee.
Jhn 14:21  Whoever has my commandments and keeps them, he it is who loves me. And he who loves me will be loved by my Father, and I will love him and manifest myself to him.”
And in the quiet fields where shadows lay, Where shepherds kept their watch till break of day, The stars stood still, the night drew near, When Heaven bent low and conquered fear.
A sudden light—no mortal flame The glory of the Lord in radiant name. They trembled there, hearts tightly bound, As holy brilliance wrapped the ground.
“Fear not,” the angel softly cried, “For joy is born this holy night. Good news for all, both far and near, A Savior comes—salvation here.
In David’s town, so small, so mild, You’ll find the sign: a newborn Child. Wrapped in cloths, in manger laid, The King of Kings in humble shade.”
Then skies broke forth with voices bright, A heavenly host filled all the night: “Glory to God in realms on high, And peace on earth where hearts draw nigh.”
The sheep lay still, the hills stood hushed, As time itself seemed gently crushed. For on that night, so calm, so mild, The world was changed by Heaven’s Child.
— Luke 2:8–14 inspired Luk 2:8 And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. Luk 2:9 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. Luk 2:10 And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. Luk 2:11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. Luk 2:12 And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. Luk 2:13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Luk 2:14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men.
The Holy Spirit begins to move, A gentle wind, a sacred groove. Through hearts united, pure and true, God’s love blooms in me and you.
We are His hands, His feet, His light, Guided by faith through day and night. A mission given, a sacred mirth, To share the news of Jesus’ birth.
The world may waver, hearts may stray, Yet love prevails, it lights the way. So here we stand, in joy and worth, Proclaiming Christ, our Savior’s birth.
Mama always said, There’s not enough time in the day for self-pity. Life’s too short to sit in the shadows when God’s light is shining bright. She’d lift my chin and tell me, Child, storms don’t last forever, And even the longest night bows down to morning’s gentle light.
She taught me strength wrapped in tenderness, Hope stitched into the hems of ordinary days. “When the world feels heavy,” she’d whisper, “Lift someone else—and watch how your own burdens rise away.”
She wasn’t one for complaining, Not when faith was a door always left ajar. She said every tear had a purpose, And every scar held a story that could guide us like a star.
So now when trouble finds me, And fear tries to settle in my bones, I hear her voice—steady, certain— Calling me back home.
Mama always said, There’s not enough time in the day for self-pity. And she was right— For God fills every day with purpose, And grace meets us Right where strength begins.
📖 Isaiah 41:10 (ESV) “Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”
Mary, did you know that holy night, A star would pierce the veil of night? That shepherds’ songs and angels’ cries Would echo through the starlit skies?
Did you know your gentle sigh Would calm the Lord of earth and sky? That lullabies beneath your breath Would cradle Him who conquered death?
When tiny fingers gripped your own, Did you feel the power of Heaven’s throne? When you kissed His cheek so mild Did you know you kissed God’s holy Child?
You held the One the prophets praised, In your arms, the Ancient of Days. The world grew still, creation awed, As you embraced the face of God.
So hush now, stable, hold your peace This moment births eternal peace. The King of Kings in manger lay, And love itself was born that day.
Luk 1:30 And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favour with God. Luk 1:31 And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name JESUS. Luk 1:32 He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest: and the Lord God shall give unto him the throne of his father David:
Christmas comes with a gentle glow, A season of wonders, hearts to know. A time to believe, to hold, to see, The magic of love in you and me.
The twinkle of lights, the carols sung, The joy of gifts for old and young. Yet deeper still, a truth appears, The power of miracles through the years.
A babe in a manger, humble and small, Bringing a hope that transcends us all. A love so pure, it lights the way, Through winter nights and every day.
So let us believe in the season’s charm, In hearts that heal, in hands that warm. For Christmas reminds us of what’s divine: The miracle of love, your heart, and mine.
