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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Ol’ Blackberry Ben saw his shadow today
and slipped himself back in his hole.
“Another six weeks I will stow me away
to live underground like a mole.
Those humans can live with the ice and the snow
and fatten some more by the fire,
While I shall go hungry and thinner I’ll grow
as I in my burrow retire.
But ah! In six weeks I’ll emerge with my clan
to feast and to bask in the sun,
While citizens toil–both the woman and man–
when once the warm weather has come.
Now I have the best of the bargain of life–
a cozy home under the land:
I sleep in the winter along with my wife–
my children there close by my hand.
But humans must worry with funds and with food;
they fret about how to keep warm;
They run to and fro in a terrible mood,
concerned they’ll be caught in a storm.
They should learn a lesson from groundhogs below–
a lesson from under the sod:
To quit their pursuits and just go with the flow,
and let everything up to God.”
BB/jwb
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