Cona Adams Poet Ode

Ode To a King

The angels praised him,
the heavens rang.
How can I do less?

The shepherds marveled,
and spread the news.
How can I do less?

Wise men brought gifts
worthy of a King.
How can I do less?

My lips will praise him,
my heart will sing.
My soul will worship
my Savior and King.

Every chance, I tell
what he's done for me.
He died in agony,
hanging on that tree.

Celebrating his birth,
I give him my all.
How can I do less
when my Savior calls?

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Kp Nunez November 13, 2014 at 10:51 AM Rated : ) Cona Adams November 13, 2014 at 12:34 PM Love your method of rating, Kim.

Kp Nunez November 13, 2014 at 10:22 AM Oh, it's lovely, Cona. I can almost hear the melody! Praise be to the King for this gift. Kim Cona Adams November 13, 2014 at 12:31 PM Thanks so much, Kim. Yes, we can hear the final chorus in our heads. When Handel came out of his office at the completion of his work, he said, "I have met the great God himself!"