Poetry

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As His star blazed from the east, in a stable Jesus slept.
Did Mary sense what lay upon her breast?
The angels sang a glorious refrain, told of
the Son of God in swaddling clothes.
His rule over Jacob’s clan would never cease,
but did she know who Jesus was?
What being the Son of God entailed?
Who was this Child from her virgin birth?
Did she know she tread on unbroken sod?

With His hands and feet nailed to a cross,
the path for a New Covenant,
He taught that worldly gain is heavenly loss.
Did she know His time on earth was short?
That He had a mission to complete?
He came to earth as God’s fullness of times,
and ascended into heaven with Satan in disarray.
Did Mary know Him as Creator?

Yes, this Baby was special;
two thousand years later He’s the same.
He began His submission crowned with a dove;
His passion ended crowned with thorns.
To His Father’s glory He manifested love,
He brought to heaven the Father’s elect
and never lost a one.

To God goes the glory for all He has done.

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