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On a bleak and frosty night
Vexed and weary two travelers rode
Along the pathways-craggy and ragged
From Nazareth, trudging miles on end

Full pregnant, was she with child
Mary -the ******, suffused with Spirit Holy
Divinely ordained to bear the Godly Prince
Conceived before, she had known her spouse.

Abiding in Heaven’s Providence n’ care
They had rode past miles behind
Far too fatigued by the trip
Mary, now badly needed a place to rest.

Heading towards the blinking lights
Not far from the city’s guarded gate
Joseph sighted a tavern-small
Perched high on a tiny hill

A sense of relief beamed past
They have come at last to the journey’s end
Finally found a place to rest!
An interim home away from home

Tethering the donkey outside the gate
Joseph helped Mary alight the brute
In eager search, he hurried inside
With Mary, following with faltering steps.

But the couple, to their dismay found
Within the tavern, room, there was none
For many a man had gathered round
To halt there on that freezing night

Sundry folk from surrounding lands
Had reached Bethlehem for the yearly census
Tradesmen selling clothes and cheese
Nomads of varying clans and clime

Petulant camels, braying donkeys
The place was littered with man and beast.
The tavern small, so packed to full
Had no more space to harbor the crowd

Mary and Joseph, though dejected,
Were encamped within a manger- warm
With tender concern, Joseph joked,
To ease the strain on Mary’s face

“Gaze upon this palace of gold
Where a son shall soon be born to us”!
Mary smiled a gentle smile,
Humored by her husband’s jest

Under the gaze of tethered hosts
In veiled privacy of the midnight gloom
She gave birth to a radiant child,
The great Redeemer to all Mankind

The star studded sky suddenly glowed
With a rare brilliance never beheld
And a celestial voice trailed along
Delivering ‘tidings of joy’ to the globe around
Wish all my dear friends on HP a MERRY CHRISTMAS full of joy and peace!
Born to simplicity and raised in a foreign land, he lived a restless life until at last he could be himself. He walked the land bringing a message of hope, then he was wrongly accused and crucified for those he didn't know. One day by chance I met him and with a countenance of a gentle soul, Jesus showed  me that he died to love me.
The Bible is The Book
God wrote to me
Full of knowledge
Intertwined with my
Life's destiny
Learning experiences to
Guide me through my life
Battling each challenge
Awarement that there will be
Much designed strife
I know it sounds preposterous
To think this masterpiece
Was written for me
Realization that prayer
Preceding my Bible reading
Opens the Holy Spirit's
Path for my eyes to see
As I strive to continue on
Perfect sense arises
I feel strength deep within
My faith is growing strong
The Holy Spirit is guiding me to see
God has purpose for this Book,
HIS WORD
To open my eyes
To realization of His mission for me
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**IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD, AND THE WORD WAS WITH GOD, AND THE WORD WAS GOD.  JOHN 1:1
Sweet voices of children
echo through the sanctuary.
Tiny hands shake silver bells,
as the room is full of parents' smiles.
Children singing songs of Christmas cheer.
"Away in a manger."
Is heard loud and clear.
Children's voices,
like the voices of angels.
Float up to God above.
As He smiles down upon them.
For each child He dearly loves.
Sweet voices.
Angel voices.
Of little children.
Echo through the sanctuary.
At Christmastime.
What a gift it is.
To all who hear them.
Angel Voices.
LORD, I present thee not the tears -
    That froze out in the cold;
I bring thee the Heart of Darkness,
    That was only Fool's Gold.

Lord - Dampen the Black Roses,
     That ceased to grow;
Upon my Spring of Sorrow -
     Tell me Lord; what love do I know?
My own may dwindle
to a whisper
as a flame in a candle
goes out
only to become
smoke
.....
....
..

But a  connection
to The Voice
gives me life
Words of Life
flowing to me
........through me........

Words
which can only come from
The Way
The Truth
The Life

This Voice
gives me
Words of Hope

His Voice
His Words
become
His Life
in me
....

His Voice
....flows through me....

Not of myself

His Voice
becomes mine
incrementally

slowly
I am transformed

nothing
is by my power
or might
only by His Spirit
in me
......

by His Spirit
day by day
.....I am transformed.....

CJ 2016
Words help us move on over to the other side....
sometimes a whole lot quicker...
helping us to see where we have been …
to see where we want to move on to....
and where we never want to return..


CJ   2016
*****edited*****
Living room clocks are good drummers
They keep good beats for us guitar strummers
They never complain and they're always on time
Always creative , compliant and song wise
Zen musicians that keep their mouth shut
Approachable and quite cheerful when the band
is in a rut* ...
Copyright December 4 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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