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Anna Cox Poem
A virgin birth, a manger old
The greatest story ever told.
Pierecing the sky a star so bright,
A quiet, gentle, miraculous night.
Swaddled in rags, a tiny baby
This is what Christmas means to me.
A stone faced soldier, three nails and wood,
The condemned Son of God did only good.
A crown of thorns, a finishing cry,
A debt paid by Christ, most holy and high.
God's wonderful gift Salvation so free
This is what Christmas means to me.
An empty tomb, a risen King
A cause to live for, a reason to sing.
A hope so dear, a future so bright
A place where there is no sorrow or night.
A home with the Saviour, for eternity!
This is what Christmas means to me.
Copyright © Anna Cox | Year Posted 2015
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Anna Cox Poem
Fear not, tender Mary!
The babe you shall conceive
Will save the life of every sinner
That on His name believes.
Fear not, gentle Joseph!
Take Mary as thy wife.
For the precious babe in her womb
Is the giver of eternal life.
Fear not, lowly shepherds!
For this blessed Christmas night
Christ has been born into darkness
To give this world light.
Fear not, oh dear Christian!
For the Saviour that died for you
Is the same and always will be.
And His love is unfailing and true.
Copyright © Anna Cox | Year Posted 2015
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Anna Cox Poem
The leaves are lying on the ground
Sleeping, making nary a sound.
Waiting for the coming snow
To envelop the earth in an icy blow.
The flowers have quietly bowed their heads
And tucked themselves into cold dirt beds.
The lakes have ceased their gentle flow,
And now in silence they lay low.
Waiting... waiting... waiting...
For the snow.
Copyright © Anna Cox | Year Posted 2015
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