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.
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
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