Dark…gloomy…what a night!
We settled down to watch the sheep,
and knew that there would be no sleep,
expecting night be long and deep,
but blackness became bright.
Hark! Light now fills the sky!
An angel bathed in light appears.
We fall upon our faces. Fears
that as the heavenly choir nears
we’ll perish where we lie.
Dark? Gloomy? Night is gone!
The angel says we need no dread:
The Christ is born in manger bed.
“Go see the infant…good news spread,”
the angel choir swelled.
Why infant, not a king
to bring fair rule upon the earth?
And why with such a humble birth?
Could not He bask in worlds of worth,
brought on an angel’s wing?
Why? Why not a feed box?
By humble birth He comes, a man,
indentifying with our clan…
(It was the Father’s perfect plan)
low, with sheep and ox.
Therefore God also has highly exalted Him and given Him the name which is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of those in heaven, and of those on earth, and of those under the earth, and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father…Philippians 2: 5-11
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08 Jan 2009 /
Blog, Poems
Now that “All Things” has been published, I have begun a new book. Tentatively, the title is “Soar Above the Yesterdays”, taken from the poem below.
Forget the past.
Oh, I don’t mean to kill those pleasant memories;
But rather yield those things that haunt the mind~~
Pain and disappointing days;
And even lock away the little victories.
Forget those things;
And with forgetting press on toward the final prize,
Where each event points to the finish line~~
Soar above the yesterdays,
And seek those things that reach beyond these cloudy skies.
Philippians 3:13-14…Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.
Tags: Brethren, Christ Jesus, Cloudy Skies, Finish Line, God, Little Victories, Mind Pain, Philippians, Pleasant Memories, Poem, Soar