The Queen breathed life to morning
the long night of waiting passed
with the sky erupting in wonder
when angels proclaimed the first Christmas
Eyes beheld the King of kings
an infant asleep on His straw bed
Meek and humble as a lamb He came
meek and humble, to the Tree, He was led
where He stretched His broken arms
and gathered the world to His breast
bleeding fiery red for love
that all creation might be cleansed
pure as winter’s freshly fallen snow
that souls will find their beauty lost
and once again mirror Grace
and sing God’s praises with Angelic hosts.
This is an old poem from December 2013. To remember this day, I am re-publishing it.
The blessings of Christmas be upon you all.