by Christina Joy Hommes | Praising the Lord, Christian Poetry, Easter Poems for Resurrection Day, Good Friday Poems About the Cross, Gospel Poems
Still Worthy Before the world existed And time or space were made, God’s Son was with the Father In majesty arrayed. But then He came among us, A man like you and me. He faced the same temptations Yet stood in purity. Messiah still was worthy Of sitting on God’s...
by Christina Joy Hommes | Christian Poetry, Christmas Poems, Easter Poems for Resurrection Day, Featured Poems, Good Friday Poems About the Cross, Praising the Lord
Come, see! The God of heaven Is walking on this earth; The angels He created Announce His humble birth. Come, see! The God of heaven Is healing blind and lame And making friends of outcasts Who call upon His Name. Come, see! The God of heaven Is dying on the tree –...
by Christina Joy Hommes | Christian Poetry, Easter Poems for Resurrection Day, Gospel Poems
Since Jesus Rose for Me When Jesus rose in victoryIt proved His work was done,The debt for sin was paid in full,And righteousness had won. The check had cleared, the debt was gone,My sin was washed away,No wrath remained, no claim was owed –He did it all that day. And...
by Christina Joy Hommes | Christian Poetry, Easter Poems for Resurrection Day, Good Friday Poems About the Cross
It’s Different Since I Know Him It’s different since I know Him, It’s personal to me To watch the Savior’s triumph And pain at Calvary. I see my Friend so heavy In anguish and distress When yielding in the Garden To take my sinfulness. I see...
by Christina Joy Hommes | Christian Poetry, Easter Poems for Resurrection Day
Jesus Lives Come and see the tomb is empty, Look inside and doubt no more; Jesus lives our risen Savior – He has opened heaven’s door. Come, rejoice for death is vanquished, Jesus broke its mighty hold; Sin has lost its grip forever – Now Christ’s triumph we behold....
by Christina Joy Hommes | Christian Poetry, Easter Poems for Resurrection Day
Testimony: Guard from the Tomb Psst, did you hear He rose again, The One they lately crucified? They paid me well to never say, But there are things you shouldn’t hide. I kept my post and watched the grave But thought all night, ‘Who guards the dead?’ I’d seen His...
