Intellectual Nourishment

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Friday, December 9, 2011

The Christmas

Soft, relieved-of-suffering face.
Smooth and shining so gentle.
Looking with reflective eyes,
Weary in body, but spirit still full.
A miracle, a mother, Mary.

Joseph, concerned, sweat-beaded brow,
With love-mellowed wondering eyes,
And attentive manner,
Watching his Mary, a mother.

A miracle, a miracle birth.
Baby born with crumpled, red face,
Moist hair.
New life noises from his fresh, air-filled lungs.

Jesus, this babe, Prince of Peace.
And angels shout, hosannahs at His coming to be Savior.
Healing hands touch blinded eyes,
Darkened spirits, to cleanse sin-weary souls.

Son of the Most High God, diety,
Powerful in virtue,
Able to overcome death,
Command all things.

Master, a loving, forgiving, atoning Master.

Christ pure and clean to give us life.
A miracle, a mother,
This Lord and King,

Baby Jesus.

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