Poetry

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Can you imagine the stillness, in Heaven
As Jesus left His Father, At the Throne
To come down, and dwell on earth below
So He could make us. . . . His very own

The wonder of it, causes such awe
As we think on His love, for each one
Giving Salvation, so that none would fall
And God’s sacrificing . . . His only Son

Then, how do you suppose. . . . Mary felt
As Jesus burst forth from her womb
Seeing this child, the Son of God
Knowing He’d go to an early tomb

As the Christ Child, lay in His manger
Shepherds and Wisemen gathered around
To the works of God, they were no stranger
So grateful to the bright star, He was found

While everyone watch in silence, from Heaven,
At the glorious sight, for all to behold
Seeing . . .These Three Wisemen, that traversed
Giving gifts of Frankincense, Myrrh and Gold

A King was born, Yes, A King was born
In Bethlehem, on a cold and frosty eve
To enter a life, knowing praise and scorn
Wanting us only to accept. . . And believe!

Copyright 2007 Judith Johnson Kypta

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