Christmas Epic

Glorious voices in praises From the oral of beautiful faces. Angels flew to and fro In a delight void of sorrow. The God seated upon the throne In a mysterious glory shone. Pondering a rise to the man Who fell at the flat flaws of the woman. A divine friendship project An heavenly submitted subject. And there was the need to send So for an ending enmity end. The sacrifice for the closed gap For men to draw and grace tap. The Son had such great love For His abode is love above. For He chose to be made And lower than the angels was he made. In a virgin grace He was breathed And in the manger at birth held. Joy broke loose at His arrival In the streets of men for the come revival. In heaven was gladness Such that angels chorused in a depth of goodness The mother's eyes lighted with an unscathed glittering And father's hands patted the divine offspring. Grew and waxed strong And to fulfil He held not too long. For yet in flesh yet compassionate Loved still though flanked by hate. Of suffering He brought comfort And to sinners He stretched come forth. A servant to all yet led For man His blood shed. Bruised, spitted upon and beaten As it was written. The valley of skulls erected His hanged After the bitter cries of each nail banged. A silence broke into heaven And a heat arose as of the oven. The sins were melted And the gap was mended. He rose to ascend into glory For the change of our wretched story. The pathway of the saving grace To draw and see the Father's face. And man was made friend with At a reconciliation sincerely lent. The reason for this season His birth, death and risen.