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CHRISTMAS MORNING ~ 2008

Contributed by tifrob on Thursday, 8th January 2009 @ 03:43:14 AM in AEST
Topic: Holiday Poetry

This is the morning of the Lord and His Babe,
Who was sent to this world ~ Simply to save,
The sun is up ~ Still all is quiet,
In reflective manner ~ His story the diet,
Remembering all ~ Given and lost,
Surveying the past ~ Knowing the cost,
Realizing that this manor is blessed,
Even though all sins have not been confessed,
This little scrap of earth fresh with dew,
Protected by knowing ~ That His words are true,
A babe also slumbers within these walls,
Knowing he is given and can be recalled,
Outside these walls ~ This land grows weary,
As fewer believe and memories grow blurry,
Apathy spreads as Gods Word is denied,
And a wonderful land is losing her Guide,
Conscience is lost ~ As violence spreads,
The truth is slain ~ Leading to more bloodshed,
A world with no peace ~ Is a loss to mankind,
Hatred and greed is how our babes will dine,
Shutting out the world can no longer be done,
The world needs God ~ And our babes need His Son.

Copyright © tifrob ... [ 2009-01-08 03:43:14]
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