#Christmas
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Beneath the chill of Bethlehem’s skies,Where starlight whispers ancient sighs,A child is born—Divinity’s face revealing,From within the manger, grace unyielding. No royal court, no grand display,But straw and shadow mark the way.The Word-made-flesh, in frailty bound,Heaven’s King, on humble ground. Did angels weep to see Him small,Who shaped the stars and governs all?Did Mary’s heart Read more
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Infinite folded into frailty,Majesty wrapped in tender cries,The Word, now flesh, beneath the stars,Eternal Love with newborn eyes. A throne exchanged for manger hay,The King of all in humble guise,Salvation’s song begins to rise,Hope cradled there, where mercy lies. Read more
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‘Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the house,Not a surface was tidy—not even the couch.The stockings hung lopsided by the chimney with care,While the Nativity set was still missing a spare. The children were wired, bouncing off every wall,Fueled by candy canes and that trip to the mall.And Mama with her checklist, and Read more
Prayerfully Poetic 