Couldn’t resist a poem for the first day of the month of December, Christ’s birth month. Praise God!!
Wondrous Night
Wondrous night
Holy Night
Twinkle of a star
Led men to the
Wonder of a king’s
Bed and might
Sleeping in a barn
A stall
Filled with animal
Wetness and breath
Holiness to save us all
That star still shining
Calls us home
Dulled now by lights
Man-made and hung
Without thought for the one
who saves us from being alone
In the darkness
Raise your head
Look upward to a star
Which still points
To the One who left
A Throne to lie in that bed
Of straw and poverty
Of pain and a torturous death
He loved until his heart
Broke, stopped
Returning home but not until
He gave His final breath
For us, you and I
Do not forget
Look up still to see
A King enthroned
In glory, above that star
Whose life and death
paid your final dark debt
SoulSails 