A Christmas Poem
by Natalie Monk
Waiting, praying, pain and hating.
Soldiers, blood and fear.
A burst of light. No sleep tonight.
A baby's cry. A virgin's tear.
A lamb bleats in a shepherd's ear.
In warm, sharp hay, Deity lay,
Sweet promises fulfilling.
Cool desert breeze. A tiny sneeze.
Dust stirred by an angel's wing.
Carpenter laughs while mama sings.
Heralds praising, no more waiting.
"Jesus, he is called."
A King, a Prince, Deliverance.
Dark cross ahead, but joy gives pause.
This spotless Lamb atones for all.
Soldiers, blood and fear.
A burst of light. No sleep tonight.
A baby's cry. A virgin's tear.
A lamb bleats in a shepherd's ear.
In warm, sharp hay, Deity lay,
Sweet promises fulfilling.
Cool desert breeze. A tiny sneeze.
Dust stirred by an angel's wing.
Carpenter laughs while mama sings.
Heralds praising, no more waiting.
"Jesus, he is called."
A King, a Prince, Deliverance.
Dark cross ahead, but joy gives pause.
This spotless Lamb atones for all.
Beautiful. Just beautiful. Merry Christmas. :)
ReplyDeleteLove that. Beautiful reminder that it's all about Him.
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