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| Porcelain Music Box - Gift from Amelia Bryan in 2002 |
What does one do when sleep is elusive, even during busy days when sleep is really most needed? Pray, read, or write poetry.
Praying for two girls who need the Lord's care this night. . . "Lord bless Courtney and Ella through the watches of this night and give them grace for joy in the morning."
And here's a poem for the Christmas season and
beyond that can be sung to the tune of a familiar carol.
Tune: IT CAME UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR
The
Christmas story is our own
It is our
story of peace
When hearts
were troubled, love unknown
God’s love,
our own increased.
In humble
birth, in family tree,
We see the
way to know
How love can
be a mystery
Yet bloom in
time and grow.
A manger
bed, an angel’s voice
Announced
the baby was born
In Bethlehem
they knelt, rejoiced
When Love
came down that morn.
And we
remember with great joy
The coming
of our King;
A tiny
child, a baby boy
Who taught
the world to sing.
For thirty years
enrobed in flesh,
He taught,
he prayed, he led;
His ways
were new, his message fresh;
With loving
deeds he fed.
Then irony
of greatest height
When on the
cross he bled
As angels
gasped at awful sight,
How could
the Lord be dead?
A seed in
earth laid down to die
The crushing of
a dream–
Burst forth
in splendor from on high
When
resurrection beamed
Upon the
world in majesty
Christ did
creation redeem
And set in
motion eternity
With gifts
of love supreme.
The Light
that came will come again
And bring
the world true peace;
His kingdom
rid the world of sin
When war and
fightings cease.
Though days
may find us tinged by fear
Or wond’ring
why he delays;
Look up, be
calm, the Lord is near;
In hope, we
wait , we pray.
Nancy Gerst,
© 2011
The Mary and the Christ Child figurine in the above photo was a gift from a dear friend, Amelia Bryan, celebrating the Sanctuary Choir's presentation of Bach's MAGNIFICAT at Resurrection Lutheran Church in Cary, NC, in December of 2002.
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