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Poem: the Manger Is Still Empty

Long ago, a Savior was born
and hidden within a humble birth;
covered with the cloak of humanity,
His presence impacted this earth.

Although we remember His birthday,
know that Christ is no longer a child;
He stopped being an infant, who was…
helpless, quiet, tender and mild.

He grew in strength and wisdom;
He demonstrated His holy authority;
He lived as He divinely taught;
He set the example, for you and me.

He gave of Himself completely
and paid the ultimate sacrifice.
He embodied God’s covenant of love;
His actions were timely and precise.

After suffering the shame of crucifixion,
He was briefly buried in a rock-hewn tomb;
three days later, He triumphantly exited
with a glorified body from Resurrection’s womb.

Today He lives and sovereignly rules;
so people of faith, it’s time to agree
that we must continue to live Godly lives,
seeing that… the manger is still empty!



Author Notes

Loosely based on: 
Matt 1:18-2:15, 27:46-54; Acts 2:22-24; Heb 7:25; 
1 John 2:1-2; Rom 8:34 

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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April 8, 2016 at 2:00 AM
Joseph Breunig 3rd, well done. linda
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July 4, 2015 at 12:47 AM
Joseph, stumbled across this poem. Thanks for sharing. Have yourself a safe and Happy 4th of July.... Love SKAT
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December 4, 2014 at 11:56 AM
Nice poetic retelling :) please check the contest requirements - have a wonderful holiday! Light & Love
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