Christmas poetry at Redeemer
Redeemer Church London member STEVE PAGE has been spreading joy with his poetry for years – and here you can enjoy three he put together last Christmas, ahead of this Sunday’s carol service.
“The Wonders of His Love” - Redeemer Church London carol service
Sunday December 14, 2025 at 4.30pm and 6.30pm
University of West London
There’s less than a week to go now until this year’s annual carol service at Redeemer Church London on Sunday.
Church member STEVE PAGE has been spreading joy with his poetry for years – and we often hear his latest offerings at our Christmas services.
Here, you can enjoy three he put together this time last year. We hope to see you this Sunday!
CHILDREN UNDERSTAND
Children understand loveliness.
They recognise the aroma,
the touch of love,
the echo of hearts
that rise to adore.
Children understand loveliness.
They recognise the savour,
the weight of feast,
the press of voices
that sing with laughter.
Children understand loveliness.
They recognise Christmas
within the heat,
the fire and glory
of Christ's forgiveness.
Children understand Christmas.
Look to them.
SAVIOUR
This month I call you Saviour.
Mostly, instinctively
I call to you as Lord-God and Father.
Typically these are the names
I call to mind at early dawn.
But this month you are Saviour
as I become more acutely drawn
to my need to call on your saving grace
on your sacrificial willingness
to cast off the trappings
wrapped up with heavenly glory
to embrace the blood and the mess
that comes with small town nativity.
This month I address
my Hosannas to you,
my divine infant Saviour.
GIFTING
When does a gift given become a gift received?
If a gift is not accepted, is it a gift indeed?
If a gift is left unopened is the gifting actually achieved?
(Is a gift not a gift if it is rejected?
Does it lose its giftedness when refused or neglected?)
Does the gift itself retain some kinetic gifted energy?
Or does it need the active catalyst of reception
to truly be the gift that its giver intends it to be?
This Christmas be sure to accept your full responsibility
to receive with a fully open heart as well as open hands
this gift I give to you from me.
(I've left the receipt in the bag.)
SING A NEW SONG
Oh, grant me a new song. A start again fresh with no regrets song. One with a bridge to a new accord, a song with which I can get on board.
My life is hitting a period of change. Change can be unsettling at times as we let go of the familiar and take a step of faith into a new arena. Sometimes we run to grab a new opportunity. Sometimes the transition can be a little more tentative.
This poem is about grasping change with a little help.
Oh, grant me a new song.
A start again fresh with no regrets song.
One with a bridge to a new accord,
a song with which I can get on board.
Something that strikes a stronger chord
with those who like me
long to be fully
factory
restored.
A song with a fresher melody
(and I definitely need a different harmony),
something that's part of a wider symphony
maybe with an occasional solo part
for me.
A song that I can sing with greater gusto,
maybe to a slightly quicker tempo,
a step up from my imposed Adagio,
closer to a brisker Allegretto.
Oh Lord,
you see me.
You see that I long to sing.
Can you please
wipe me clean
and write a new song with me.
by Steve Page
For more of Steve's poems, his latest anthology 'Not too big to weep' is available on amazon: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1549894706/ref=cm_sw_r_em_apa_DGj4zbZZK23D6