21 Touching Poems About Jesus Love That Rhyme

Jesus Christ figured as lover and reformer for humanity. He crucified himself for the sake of mankind. Different poets depicted him in their poems in various styles. Here is a collection of short poems about Jesus.

I Shall Know Why

I SHALL know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each separate anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky.

He will tell me what Peter promised,
And I, for wonder at his woe,
I shall forget the drop of anguish
That scalds me now, that scalds me now.

-Emily Dickinson

short poems about jesus
Short poems about jesus



There are so many religions and each one has its different ways of following God. I follow Christ:

Jesus is my God,
Jesus is my Spouse,
Jesus is my Life,
Jesus is my only Love,
Jesus is my All in All;
Jesus is my Everything

– Mother Teresa

christmas poems about jesus
Christmas poems about jesus


The Hem of His Garment

While the throng pressed closely upon Him,
And all were so anxious to see
The Man who was born in Bethlehem,
Who’d walked on the blue Galilee,
The Savior turned quickly about, and
Inquired of the great surging throng,
“Who touched me?” “Who hath put forth a hand?”
For out from me virtue hath gone.
It was not the hem of His garment
That made the poor sick woman whole.
There was nothing whate’er in His raiment
That could comfort a poor sin-sick soul.
‘Twas the touch of the life within Him;
‘Twas the touch of His love-filled soul;
‘Twas His love that discovered her sin;
‘Twas redemption that made her whole.

– William Henry Dawson

poems about jesus birth
Poems about jesus birth


The Child on Calvary

THE Cross is tall,
And I too small
To reach His hand
Or touch His feet;
But on the sand
His footprints I have found,
And it is sweet
To kiss the holy ground.

– John B. Tabb

the child on calvary


Love Not The World

To gain the friendship of the world,
How vain the ceaseless strife;
We sow the sand, we grasp the wind,
We waste the life of life.
Perchance some giddy height we gain,
Some gilded treasure show,
The footing fails, the shadow ‘scapes,
We sink in deeper wo.
Yet, baffled, still the toil we try,
The eager chase renew,
Even though the portals of the grave
Yawn on our startled view.
But Thou, whose pitying mercy’s tide
Is like the unfathom’d sea,
Thy love was waiting for our souls,
That would not turn to Thee;
Thy hand was stretch’d Thy voice was heard
Thy fold was open wide,
Ah! who the straying sheep can save
That shuns the Eternal Guide?

– Lydia Howard Sigourney

love not the world


Our Seven Wonders

O Christ, the Wonderful! we gladly see
The seven wonders of the world in Thee.
Pharos! that flung so bold a light abroad,
The Light of all the world is Christ, our Lord.
Vast pyramids that lift the wondering sight,
Bow down to Christ, the Apex of all height!
Colossus, framed the Rhodian gulf to span,
Our Christ has bridged the gulf from God to man.
Babylon’s hanging gardens, fruitful, gay,
We have a Vine that wrapa the world to-day.
Rare Mausoleum, shrine of royal breath,
Christ is the King that conquered even death.
Diana’s temple! all that Christ adore
Become His temples, peerless evermore.
Statue of Zeus, low lying in the sod,
Worship our Christ, the ever-living God!

– Amos Russel Wells


A Thought On The Sea-Shore

In ev’ry object here I see
Something, O Lord, that leads to thee:
Firm as the rocks thy promise stands,
Thy mercies countless as the sands,
Thy love a sea immensely wide,
Thy grace an ever-flowing tide.
In ev’ry object here I see
Something, my heart, that points at thee
Hard as the rocks that bound the strand,
Unfruitful as the barren sand,
Deep and deceitful as the ocean,
And, like the tide, in constant motion.

– John Newton


A Hymn To Christ

In what torn ship soever I embark,
That ship shall be my emblem of thy Ark;
What sea soever swallow me, that flood
Shall be to me an emblem of thy blood;
Though thou with clouds of anger do disguise
Thy face, yet through that mask I know those eyes,
Which, though they turn away sometimes,
They never will despise.

I sacrifice this Island unto thee,
And all whom I loved there, and who loved me;
When I have put our seas ‘twixt them and me,
Put thou thy sea betwixt my sins and thee.
As the tree’s sap doth seek the root below
In winter, in my winter now I go,
Where none but thee, th’ Eternal root
Of true Love, I may know.

Nor thou nor thy religion dost control
The amorousness of an harmonious Soul,
But thou wouldst have that love thyself: as thou
Art jealous, Lord, so I am jealous now,
Thou lov’st not, till from loving more, Thou free
My soul: who ever gives, takes liberty:
O, if thou car’st not whom I love
Alas, thou lov’st not me.

Seal then this bill of my Divorce to All,
On whom those fainter beams of love did fall;
Marry those loves, which in youth scattered be
On Fame, Wit, Hopes (false mistresses) to thee.
Churches are best for Prayer, that have least light:
To see God only, I go out of sight:
And to ‘scape stormy days, I choose
An Everlasting night.

– John Donne


A Better Resurrection

I have no wit, no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numb’d too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimm’d with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is in the falling leaf:
O Jesus, quicken me.
My life is like a faded leaf,
My harvest dwindled to a husk:
Truly my life is void and brief
And tedious in the barren dusk;
My life is like a frozen thing,
No bud nor greenness can I see:
Yet rise it shall–the sap of Spring;
O Jesus, rise in me.
My life is like a broken bowl,
A broken bowl that cannot hold
One drop of water for my soul
Or cordial in the searching cold;
Cast in the fire the perish’d thing;
Melt and remould it, till it be
A royal cup for Him, my King:
O Jesus, drink of me

– Christina Rossetti


The Windhover

To Christ our Lord

I CAUGHT this morning morning’s minion, king-
dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of; the mastery of the thing!

Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!

No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.

– Gerard Manley Hopkins


The Lamb

Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bade thee feed
By the stream and o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee;
Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee;
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild;
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee.

– William Blake


Do You Realize…

“Do you realize that Jesus is there in the tabernacle expressly for you – for you alone? He burns with the desire to come into your heart…don’t listen to the demon, laugh at him, and go without fear to receive the Jesus of peace and love…

“Receive Communion often, very often…there you have the sole remedy, if you want to be cured. Jesus has not put this attraction in your heart for nothing…”

“The guest of our soul knows our misery; He comes to find an empty tent within us – that is all He asks.”

– St Teresa of Lisieux


My Hope

Though in a foreign land I dwell afar,
I taste in dreams the endless joys of heaven.
Fain would I fly beyond the farthest star,
And see the wonders to the ransomed given!
No more the sense of exile weighs on me,
When once I dream of that immortal day.
To my true fatherland, dear God! I see,
For the first timeI soon shall fly away.

Ah! give me, Jesus! wings as white as snow,
That unto Thee I soon may take my flight.
I long to be where flowers unfading blow;
I long to see Thee, O my heart’s Delight!
I long to fly to Mary’s mother-arms, –
To rest upon that spotless throne of bliss;
And, sheltered there from troubles and alarms,
For the first timeto feel her gentle kiss.

Thy first sweet smile of welcoming delight
Soon show, O Jesus! to Thy lowly bride;
O’ercome with rapture at that wondrous sight,
Within Thy Sacred Heart, ah! let me hide.
O happy moment! and O heavenly grace!
When I shall hear Thee, Jesus, speak to me;
And the full vision of Thy glorious Face
For the first timemy longing eyes shall see.

Thou knowest well, my only martyrdom
Is love, O Heart of Jesus Christ! for Thee;
And if my soul craves for its heavenly home,
‘Tis but to love Thee more, eternally.
Above, when Thy sweet Face unveiled I view,
Measure nor bounds shall to my love be given;
Forever my delight shall seem as new
As the first timemy spirit entered heaven

– St Therese of Lisieux


Jesus Only

Oh, how my heart would spend itself, to bless;
It hath such need to prove its tenderness!
And yet what heart can my heart comprehend?
What heart shall always love me without end?
All – all in vain for such return seek I;
Jesus alone my soul can satisfy.
Naught else contents or charms me here below;
Created things no lasting joy bestow

My peace, my joy, my love, O Christ!
‘Tis Thou alone! Thou hast sufficed.

Thou didst know how to make a mother’s heart;
Tenderest of fathers, Lord! to me Thou art.
My only Love, Jesus, Divinest Word!
More than maternal is Thy heart, dear Lord!
Each moment Thou my way dost guard and guide;
I call – at once I find Thee at my side –
And if, sometimes Thou hid’st Thy face from me,
Thou com’st Thyself to help me seek for Thee.

Thee, Thee, alone I choose: I am Thy bride.
Unto Thy arms I hasten, there to hide.
Thee would I love, as little children love;
For Thee, like warrior bold, my love I’d prove.
Now, like to children, full of joy and glee,
So come I, Lord! to show my love to Thee;
Yet, like a warrior bold with high elation,
Rush I to combats in my blest vocation.

Thy Heart is Guardian of our innocence;
Not once shall it deceive my confidence.
Wholly my hopes are placed in Thee, dear Lord!
After long exile, I Thy Face adored
In heaven shall see. When clouds the skies o’er­spread.
To Thee, my Jesus! I lift up my head;
For, in Thy tender glance, these words I see:
‘O child! I made My radiant heaven for thee.

I know it well – my burning tears and sighs
Are full of charm for Thy benignant eyes.
Strong seraphs form in heaven Thy court divine,
Yet Thou dost seek this poor weak heart of mine.
Ah! take my heart! Jesus, ’tis Thine alone;
All my desires I yield to Thee, my Own!
And all my friends, that are so loved by me,
No longer will I love them, save in Thee!

– St Teresa of Lisieux


What Jesus Said

The wind blows where it likes: that is what
Everyone is like who is born from the wind.
Oh now it’s getting serious. We are the ones
Born from the wind that blows along the plains
And over the sea where no one has a home.
And that Upsetting Rabbi, didn’t he say:
‘Take nothing with you, no blanket, no bread.
When evening comes, sleep wherever you are.
And if the owners say no, shake out the dust
From your sandals; leave the dust on their doorstep.’
Don’t hope for what will never come. Give up hope,
Dear friends, the joists of life are laid on the winds.

– Robert Bly


E Tenebris

Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach Thy hand,
For I am drowning in a stormier sea
Than Simon on Thy lake of Galilee:
The wine of life is spilt upon the sand,
My heart is as some famine-murdered land
Whence all good things have perished utterly,
And well I know my soul in Hell must lie
If I this night before God’s throne should stand.
‘He sleeps perchance, or rideth to the chase,
Like Baal, when his prophets howled that name
From morn to noon on Carmel’s smitten height.’
Nay, peace, I shall behold, before the night,
The feet of brass, the robe more white than flame,
The wounded hands, the weary human face.

– Oscar Wilde


Song Of the Mystic – The Christ

And upon a dark day of thundering storms,
the Mystic spoke unto his disciple:

What troubles your heart this day my
What engulfing sadness tears at your
soul, as the lightning across the skies?

And the child replied, “Oh Master, they
killed him; he who came to light their candles
with the burning flame of Truth. And in their
blind ignorance did they shamefully kill the
Son of God.”

But the Mystic answered:

Jesus the Christ was not slain upon a
wooden cross;
It was only your brother, Jesus the man,
they killed that darkened day.
For the Christ is without mortal ending,
being the total loving Spirit of all Mankind.
Fear not little one, for the Christ shall
come unto this world again.
And what shall it be to witness His sacred
But to open your soul unto the Oneness of
all things,
And become yourself a symbol of the living

– Daniel


At Night

At night when all the world is still,
And stars in glory shine,
There comes to earth a whisper sweet
Of peace and love divine.
And gazing upward to the sky,
Where million lights appear,
We seem to see the heaven beyond,
And feel that Christ is near.
The weary day is past and gone,
The angels sing again
Of glory to the God on high
And “Peace, good will toward men.”
We seem to hear beyond the night
The music soft and sweet;
And laying all our burdens down,
We rest at Jesus’ feet.
Our trusting hearts and hope of heaven
Have banished doubt and care,
And Christ is waiting to forgive,—
To answer every prayer.
This love immortal is our guide,
And shorter seems the way;
Beyond the stars and night of earth
Is home and endless day.

– Kate Louise Wheeler


Consumed in Grace

I first saw God when I was a child, six years of age.
the cheeks of the sun were pale before Him,
and the earth acted as a shy
girl, like me.

Divine light entered my heart from His love
that did never fully wane,

though indeed, dear, I can understand how a person’s
faith can at time flicker,

for what is the mind to do
with something that becomes the mind’s ruin:
a God that consumes us
in His grace.

I have seen what you want;
it is there,

a Beloved of infinite

– Daniel Ladinsky


In the Garden

I come to the garden alone, While the dew
is still on the roses;
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
the Son of God discloses.
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own.
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing;
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.
And He walks with me, and He talks to me,
And He tells me I am His own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
I’d stay in the garden with Him
Tho the night around me be falling;
But He bid me go, thru the voice of woe,
His voice to me is calling
And he walks with me, and he talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

– C. Austin Miles



Oh, come and kiss the bleeding feet,
Nailed to the shameful tree!
Come in your chains of guilt and sin,
Come in your misery,
Come to the feet of Him
Who died to set you free!

Come, and your hearts of stone shall melt,
To think such love should be
So long despised, so long denied,
Sinner, He cares for thee!
Come to the feet of Him
Who died to set you free!

The new pure heart shall Christ bestow,
Oh, taste His liberty!
Pardon and peace He giveth you
His joy your own shall be,
Come to the feet of Him
Who died to set you free!

Oh, kiss with tears the bleeding feet
Nailed to the shameful tree!
Come men, come women, stained with sin,
Slaves sold to infamy,
Come to the feet of Him
Who died to set you free!

– Eliza Down


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