Another Christmas Poem

The stabled oxen lend their ears
to hear the cries of our Savior’s birth.

His parents look in wonder at the miracle God has wrought,
fulfilling the promise men long have sought.

The stable’s gloom cannot o’ercome
the joy that floods that gloomy place.

On a nearby hill the shepherds quake,
as a choir of angels thunders with praise.

Come to the manger, of rough wood hewn.
Come and see the Messiah’s face.

Come this night to the empty tomb.
Grasp the joy of salvation’s grace.

Look expectantly, wait with hope.
Know that the Christ will return again.

All you whom God has named His ones,
praise His gift of heavenly love.

Dan Karroll Williamson

 

_{Copyright © 2008 by Dean K. Wilson. All Rights Reserved.}

 

A Christmas Poem

Lonely orb in the star-cast heavens,
Placed to herald the long-sought King.
Beams shine forth with Love’s Great Light,
Pointing the Way to Heaven’s Gate.

Did the shepherds see you first on the
Canopy above and wonder at your light,
Just before the Song of Angels
Pierced the Darkness with glorious sound?

Did the wise men see you first and know,
For they had watched with hopeful eyes,
Longing to learn of God’s redemption,
Waiting to honor the Savior’s birth?

Did Mary see your glow in her baby’s eyes,
And yield her heart to her son, her Lord?
And, what of us, as we wait for His return?
Do we follow your light ’til we find our King?

Dan Karroll Williamson

 

_{Copyright © 2008 by Dean K. Wilson. All Rights Reserved.}