Alleluia, He Came
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IF 'HE' HADN'T COME AND BORE HIS CROSS...I COULDN'T BARE MINE. AMEN.
Many concerns are on my plate
so many worries…tranquility escapes
I look to the right and to the left
but only find more troubling depth
In this vacant alley…I feel lost
like there is no end…just cost
Then, in a fragrant whisp, I’m reminded…
of a road, and barn…to which it winded
Light glows…from a heavenly candle
that slowly moves across…midnight’s mantle
My soul’s eye…follows its course
‘til it halts, beaming as a guiding source
From an ass…a tended virgin alights…
large with child…the hay a blessed site
A cry comes forth…awakening the world
for A Child is Born… a prophesied hurl
And as shepherds and magi rush to the scene
my shoulder’s yoke morphs…a peace…serene
The Joy of the Season which I had evaded
now enters my heart and I am elated
I hear a choir…of the heofon kind
announcing the Savior…of all mankind
Though my troubles are still yet the same…
hope, glistens horizon…Alleluia, Christ came!
Is 7:14, 9:6, Matt 11: 28-30, Lk 2:8-20
©jmsbell-12/05/22
Copyright © Joyce Bell | Year Posted 2023
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