To: bentfeather
From A Manger
A common place, a stable bare,
not the place for a babys rest.
Yet it did serve with wondrous care,
and a manger made a babys nest.
Noble, common, are all the same,
in the presence of the King of Kings.
Humble in that light of hallowed name,
all were blessed as Angels sing.
Now today we need Him more,
and some forbid His presence there.
Those who live His words, open many doors,
and those who dont, are beyond our care.
From humble places do we come,
and only He may rise us up in the end.
All our sins and blessings set the sum,
and we are weighed as He does tend.
From a Manger to Heaven was his path,
and we will follow, if He deems us to.
Honor Him, earn not His wrath,
Live his ways as we were created to do.
Celebrate the Birth of the one true King,
give true due to Him of whom we share.
Stand firm in your Love of Him, let it ring,
how sweet the day we remember to care.
235 posted on
12/21/2003 8:34:55 PM PST by
Trikebuilder
(We know the path they walk, and pray each step for them, till home they come to us.)
To: Trikebuilder
Good morning Trike!
A lovely Christmas poem you have given us.
Thank You.
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