Christmas poem
December 21st 2006 08:49
Jesus was born
Breaking Through
In a stable with old rotting timbers,
Its floors made of dirt - trodden and worn,
Silently standing - hungry, forlorn;
Laid in a manger in straw from the fields,
Rags for his clothing;
Jesus was born.
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He came to a world - slowly destructing
People downtrodden - helpless and worn;
Into a world where people suffer
From hunger and greed, hatred and war;
Naked, cold - stripped of their dignity;
Laid low by those
Who chose to ignore.
God chose a place of great degradation
For the birth of Christ- symbol of light.
New light that can shine - bringing hope and joy,
Peace to the lives of people once more.....
Let's build up the worn, mend the destruction,
Heal broken lives-
God's Love as the core.
Picture: Microsoft Clip Art
Poem: first published in my self-published book "Barriers Broken"
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