by Christina Joy Hommes | Christian Poetry, Easter Poems for Resurrection Day
Come See the Empty Tomb Come, see the empty tomb and hope For death has been defeated, The chains of sin are broken through, And pardon is completed. Come, see the empty tomb and trust In Christ alone to save you, Believe and call upon His Name To claim the gift He...
by Christina Joy Hommes | Christian Poetry, Christmas Poems, Easter Poems for Resurrection Day, Good Friday Poems About the Cross, Poems for Holidays, Praising the Lord
Wonder of Wonders Wonder of wonders our God becomes man, So humble and lowly fulfilling God’s plan. Despising the glory and leaving His place, He comes to redeem us in marvelous grace. Wonder of wonders He comes here to earth, The son of a virgin, a peasant by...
by Christina Joy Hommes | Good Friday Poems About the Cross, Christian Poetry, Poems for Holidays, Praising the Lord
He Bore It All My Savior bore that cup of wrath Poured out on Him alone, With none to share the awful load That no one else had known. He bore God’s wrath against my sin With all of my disgrace, And died the death that I had earned As justice purchased grace. He bore...
by Christina Joy Hommes | Christian Poetry, Gospel Poems, Poems for Holidays
White As Freshly Fallen Snow My heart was red as crimson With sin and guilt and shame, But through His death and triumph My Savior cleared my name. He took my sinful record And washed it all away; His blood has bought my pardon And makes me clean today. Now when I sin...
by Christina Joy Hommes | Christian Poetry, New Year Poems
Whatever Comes This Year Whatever lies ahead this year I face with faith instead of fear For God my Shepherd guides my way And walks beside me day by day. Whatever blessings bring delight Will be reflections of God’s light, And I’ll rejoice and look for...
by Christina Joy Hommes | Christian Poetry, New Year Poems, Poems to Pray
New Year Praise I’m looking back on all the things You’ve done for me this year, And, Lord, I’m overwhelmed with awe At grace so real and dear. Who’d ever think of all the things You ordered just for me? And only You are able, Lord, To work so...
