Poetry

The Wise Still Seek Him, They Look 2 The Morning Star They Follow Where He Leads No Matter How Far. They Come 2 Praise Him, To Worship & Adore The Wise Still Seek Him Wherever They are. The Wise Still Offer Him, Gifts From Their Hearts Faith, Trust & Love Nothing Keeps Them Apart. They Seek His Love, His Mercy & Grace The Wise Still Seek Him His Word They Embrace. The Wise Still Seek Him, This Babe, The Child, Their Christ For They Know His Life ... Came At a Great Price...!!!

It Is Christmas In The Mansion, Yule Log Fires & Silken Frocks; It Is Christmas In The Cottage, Mother’s Filling Little Socks. It Is Christmas on The Highway, In The Thronging, Busy Mart; But The Dearest Truest Christmas Is The Christmas In The Heart...!!!

A Stable Lamp Is Lighted Whose Glow Shall Wake The Sky; The Stars Shall Bend Their Voices, & Every Stone Shall Cry. and Every Stone Shall Cry, & Straw Like Gold Shall Shine; A Barn Shall Harbor Heaven, A Stall Become A Shrine. This Child Through David's City Shall Ride In Triumph By; The Palm Shall Strew Its Branches, & Every Stone Shall Cry. & Every Stone Shall Cry, Though Heavy, Dull, & Dumb, & Lie Within The Roadway To Pave His Kingdom Come . Yet He Shall B Forsaken, & Yielded Up 2 Die; The Sky Shall Groan & Darken, & Every Stone Shall Cry. & Every S tone Shall Cry For Stony Hearts Of Men. GOD’s Blood Upon The Spearhead, GOD’s Love Refused Again.

Christmas Eve , & Twelve Of The Clock. "Now They R All On Their Knees," An Elder Said As V Sat In A Flock By The Embers In Hearth side Ease. We Pictured The Meek Mild Creatures Where They Dwelt In Their Straw Pen, Nor Did It Occur 2 One Of Us There 2 Doubt They Were Kneeling Then. So Fair A Fancy Few Would Weave In These Years! Yet, I Feel, If Someone Said On Christmas Eve , "Come See The Oxen Kneel" "In The Lonely Barton By Yonder Comb Our Childhood Used 2 Know," I Should Go With Him In The Gloom, Hoping It Might B So...!!!