The Birth of Christ

In a carpenter’s house, in a wife’s home In blessed Nazareth, born was the Saviour; By Mary, a virgin, daughter of Anne Engaged to Joseph, a man of good behaviour. Conceived miraculously by the Holy Spirit Poor Joseph was not at all pleased, In a dream, God told of his mission Suddenly his evil thoughts had seized. A few days later, Mary went to visit Elizabeth Who also informed Mary of her inner host; Within Mary’s womb, the baby moved Her cousin felt the spirit of the Holy Ghost. Mary’s with heart and mind praised the Lord Her face was delighted with her son Jesus From then on, all people continued to rejoice God kept his word as he did with Moses. The Roman Emperor called for an immediate census Joseph with Mary on a donkey they’ve journeyed; The time had come for her to have the child While the Saviour to born in a stable was guaranteed. Three rulers from the Orient visited the stable Entering with haste presented their offerings, With gold, frankincense and myrrh Glorifying the child in the stable were three kings. They had to escape because of jealous Herod Terrible things happened those days in Bethlehem, Heard all over was the grieving mothers weeping Their newborn babies were slaughtered in front of them. There was Simeon, a god-fearing man Who wanted Israel to be a nation; The child proudly held in his hands. “ With my own eyes, I see salvation!” After the death of King Herod The holy family left the scene What the prophets foretold came true The Messiah is called the Nazarene. Nativity New Poems Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Eve Roper