Passover
Christian Passover poems are very meaningful. Given here is a list of religious poetry for Pesach.

Christian Passover Poems

The Passover celebration shares an important relevance in history as it was celebrated to commemorate the exodus of the Israelites from Egypt and their safe flight across the Red Sea. This journey, described in the Book of Exodus, was led by Moses. Apart from the Jews, even the Christians celebrate Passover in their own special way. According to the new testament of the Holy Bible, Jesus has been portrayed as the final Passover lamb. He sacrificed himself in order to save people from their sins and vices. Sacrifice of Jesus resembles the rituals of Hebrews, who sacrificed lambs to save them from repression of the Egyptian rulers. Many poems have been written to glorify the triumph of this day. Passover is an important celebration for the Jews as well as the Christians. It is celebrated with great enthusiasm and zeal by the entire Jewish community. To make the celebration even more special, people recite religious poems to honor thus day. Read on to explore religious poetry for Pesach, which holds a singular message - The Spirit of Passover is Ceaseless.

Christian Passover Poems

Why Do I Remain In Exile?
Why do I remain in exile?
I say, "Next year in Jerusalem!"
Seders come and Seders go.
I feel the pull but not the pain.
I say, "Next year in Jerusalem!"
I do not mean it, not for real.
I feel the pull but not the pain.
My anguish must be self-imposed.

I do not mean it, not for real.
I mean it in my Jewish bones.
My anguish must be self-imposed.
I lie becalmed, and wait, and wonder.

I mean it in my Jewish bones.
Seders come and Seders go.
I lie becalmed, and wait, and wonder:
Why do I remain in exile? -Nicholas Gordon

Seder Renewal
Brothers and Sisters
let us order ourselves around this table
to negotiate new covenants;
let's rewrite our tragedies;
let's renew history;
let's translate our enslavement into the freedom of this moment.
Together we endured suffering; now
let's share a certain future:
past afflictions can be transformed
into renewed blessings;
let us break bread and sing praises to life;
let our Hallelujahs resonate deeply as a tikkun nefesh.
Heal my soul. O Lord heal others so I can be healed.
Let us sing on each cup of wine that zest for life
that brings us home to this table,
to the singing of this story,
our arms about one another
Dancing into freedom. - Author Unknown

At The Mountain's Base
And I am moved
By a message from God
Shattered and in pieces at our feet Of covenants unkept and
Testaments unmet here
In the shadow of Sinai

And I have not seen God's face
Only his finger as he wrote
His presence fire on the mountain
A flickering and a flame
That melts an icy heart
In the company of the Lord. - Doug Tanoury

Dancing Into Freedom
Why is this night different
from all other nights?
Tonight we found Israel
in each other
and I danced with Deena
first daughter of Israel
giggling at our miracle
dancing leaps joyous
before the Lord
The wine was sweet
our eyes drank to eternity
every sip warmed our love
gave us life.
Even Elijah stayed for a dram
saying, "Your fare is simple, mere matzot and cheese
but that's the way it used to be
when we truly wondered
in our freedom." - Author Unknown

Incarnation
In a thistle-thick field,
The sun-baked clay with its break-spade soil
Had a summer-seared yield,
And the drought-sky-flouted dry ground foiled
All of Israel's trouble and toil.

But the Caretaker saw
And tilled that wilderness field with priests
And their ground-breaking law,
As the prophets' cry thinned high sin-weeds,
And the kings did their battle with beasts.

Then the Husbandman sowed
Pure virgin earth, and the germ took root.
When the gracious rain flowed
On the love-lit plot, it shot out shoots,
And it budded forth, bearing its fruit.

Now the fruit of our womb
Is blest grain bread and a vine grape wine
From the Passover room;
O incarnate Lord, O Christ divine,
Make the fruits of your flesh and blood mine! - Stephen Wentworth Arndt

The Finger Of God
And the two tablets
Scribed with the law and
Written by the finger of God
His word captured in the stone
Were cast down and broken
And pours water from the dry
Stone of the desert at my command. - Doug Tanoury