Powerful Christian poems that share the TRUE meaning of Easter
- Faithful
- Apr 18
- 5 min read
He is risen!
When I think of Easter, I don't think chocolate, I think death.
I think Jesus.
I don't see bunnies and baskets, I see the cross and crucifixion. I imagine the agony that paved the way for us to be free. I feel a Love so deep that continually inspires me from within.
Jesus.
The one who loved us so much, He bled out for us.
I know for many Easter isn't anything more than a few extra days off work and some crafts for the kids. But for me, Easter is Good News. The glorious gospel that cannot be ignored.
And so, today I share with you some beautiful poems that reflect this truth…
Easter Poems - My selection of Christian poems that share the true meaning of Easter and the beauty of God's love
'Mary' - a poem by Storm Cecile
"And as You have holes in Your hands, I am whole again. And the world is made whole through You too."
Unworthy, Yet Worth It - a poem from Words of Faith
He looked at the cross
And He looked at me
'It's worth it', He says
Unworthy, undeserving -
'You're worth it' He says.
Every lash, every whip
The pain -
'You're worth it'
Every wound, every bruise
The shame -
'You're worth it'
They spat at Him
Mocked Him
Left Him best for dead
Yet still He said -
'You are worth it'
'Lord, let this cup pass'
But still, went on
For His love drew Him on.
I look at my life
And I look at Him
'You're worth it' I say
Every tear, every struggle
My little cross that I bear
'You're worth it'
And so, I'll press on
Through the trials and the lows
Because one day I'll meet my King
And
It'll all be worth it.
My eyes fixed on the cross
Mind stayed on above
It's worth it, dear Child of God.
I picked up my cross
I followed Christ
For He is worthy
And all because
He thought me worth it.
For when we were still without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly. For scarcely for a righteous man will one die; yet perhaps for a good man someone would even dare to die. But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:6-8
Death be not proud - a poem by John Donne
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. 1 Corinthians 15:55-57
The Altar - a spoken word poem by Gloria Umanah
"All you need to do is run to the risen one. Jesus Christ, the perfect Son."
The Crucifixion - a poem by Fran Peck
I laughed and mocked as He walked that day,
up a hill to redeem my soul.
I joined the crowd to spit and jeer,
and I watched His sorrow grow.
I drove every nail deep in His hands
with every sin in my heart.
My rebellion shoved the thorns in His head,
and my strife tore His robe apart.
I used my hatred to give Him a bitter drink,
and I glared down on Him with pride.
I thought of past disappointments,
and with my anger, I pierced His side.
I denied His power and ignored His worth
and stood waiting for His life to end.
I watched the last drop of His blood fall,
not knowing my grief would begin.
I looked around to find His accusers,
but no one was there but me.
I looked at my hands; they were stained with blood,
and then I began to see.
Conviction slowly entered my heart,
and I dropped all my weapons of choice:
the pride, the anger, the hatred, the lust,
and then I heard His voice.
"Forgive her Father, I died for her.
I paid the price for her soul,
I bore her sickness and all of her pain,
and now I have made her whole."
He looked down on me with loving eyes.
He saw my present, my future, my past.
He knew I needed a Savior,
and my soul had found Him at last.
I looked around to find His accusers,
but no one was there but me.
On Our Saviour’s Passion - a poem by Francis Quarles
The Earth trembled, and Heav’n’s clos’d Eye
Was loth to see the Lord of Glory die;
The Sky was clad in Mourning, and the Spheres
Forgot their harmony; the Clouds drop’d Tears:
Th’ ambitious Dead arose to give him room,
And ev’ry Grave did gape to be his Tomb.
Th’ affrighted Heav’ns sent down Elegious Thunder;
The World’s Foundation loos’d to lose its Founder.
Th’ impatient Temple rent her Veil in two,
To teach our Hearts what our sad Hearts should do.
Can senseless things do this, and shall not I
Melt one poor drop, to see my Saviour die?
Drill forth my Tears, and trickle one by one,
‘Till you have pierc’d this Heart of mine, this Stone.
Raging strong - a spoken word poem by Isaac Wimberley
"Have you resisted temptation to the point of shedding blood? Have you endured persecution to the point of giving up?"
Holy Sonnet 11 - a poem by John Donne
Spit in my face you Jews, and pierce my side,
Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me,
For I have sinned, and sinned, and only he
Who could do no iniquity hath died:
But by my death can not be satisfied
My sins, which pass the Jews' impiety:
They killed once an inglorious man, but I
Crucify him daily, being now glorified.
Oh let me, then, his strange love still admire:
Kings pardon, but he bore our punishment.
And Jacob came clothed in vile harsh attire
But to supplant, and with gainful intent:
God clothed himself in vile man's flesh, that so
He might be weak enough to suffer woe.
May these Easter poems remind you of the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus Christ! May His hope fill your heart as you remember just how loved you are. Happy Easter!
- Faithful xoxo
About the Author:
Faith is a writer and poet based in Birmingham, UK.
With a simple yet skilful approach to language and imagery, Faith invites readers on a stimulating visual journey with her words.
Her poetry collection Words of Faith was released in 2019 and features poetry on love, life, faith, passion and purpose. Words of Faith, is available to purchase in store and on Amazon.
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