CHRISTMAS

[worddancer]

The First Gift

There’s news for the young and news for the old,
And news for a world lonely and cold,
And down through the ages this story’s been told
How God’s Love was revealed to all.

Into the world that was full of strife
God told Mary that she would give life
To a boy-child, and become Joseph’s wife
And not be afraid, at all.

In order to keep the law of the land
They travelled in winter over hills, rocks and sand.
To Bethlehem they went, hand in hand
But there was no room for them all.

The inn keeper said, ‘I’ve no rooms inside
But out here there’s a stable; around the side,
So in you all come, it’s dry and wide.’
They all trooped inside, one and all.

The donkey and ox shared their bed in the straw.
Joseph spread their blankets over the floor
He put hay in the manger, and then he saw
Mary, she gave birth in the stall.

He went to her side and beheld the sight
In wonder, he helped her all through the night
They placed the babe snug and tight
In the manger; He slept through it all.

The first to hear of the gift were watchers of sheep
Wrapped up in their robes, their watch to keep,
Staying awake, they did not sleep,
Until the sun appeared over all.

While they sat in the fields all through that night,
The light from a bright star gave them a fright,
Until the messenger came within sight,
And pointed the way to the stall.

This brightest star shone across every nation.
It showed the way on this special occasion,
For three wise men, who with elation,
Followed this star to the stall.

First the shepherds, then the kings entered the door
Of the humble stable, where Jesus they saw,
Among lowing cattle, in a bed of straw;
God’s brightest star; born for all.

Gold for a king, placed in the straw
By a gift of blue Frankincense, down on the floor.
The third gift of Myrrh brought through the door
Joins the signs of a life; given for all.

Each offered their gifts to the one who would give
His life, so we might know how to live
When we do wrong, with love He’ll forgive
So we can forgive one and all.

The sign of God’s son, was seen on high,
By night and by day in the Eastern sky
The gifts of love that we exchange as time goes by
Are given and received; each to all.

At Christmas time, like that first gift from heaven,
There’s love received with each gift that is given,
Wrapped in fine paper and sparkling ribbon,
To remind us God’s love, shines for all.

The story, through out all time unchanged
Just the words set in rhyme and, rearranged
Like God’s love has never changed
It is here and now, for all

© 2011



The reason for the season any time of year


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[worddancer]

hi Marty,

All what you said is a gift are gifts,especially the company in my book, and there seems to be plenty of that here.

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[Zondrae]

morning Myra,

(I am presuming this is correct as I have read Mareen calling you that.) The nom de plume is too long at this hour.

I can see many hours of crafting in this lovely poem. I always take a liking to poems and poets who use other than abab or aabb rhyming patterns. I'm of to read it again.

[worddancer]

G'day Zondrae,
Myra's OK, but if you call her late for dinner, she sulks!

Thank you for reading, I like to move to different rhythms, it make for a better dance party.


The rhythm and rhyme come together as the words appear on the page, not my doing!


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