David Brock
Things have been a bit slow, so I am adding a seasonal poem to get us in the Christmas mood. I had written this a while back, and I apologize to Clement Moore and the gospel writers who may be offended. This is a bit lengthy, but the message resonate with each of us.
'Twas the Night Before Chriostmas
"twas the night before Christmas
and all through the town
Not a creature was stirring,
not even a houn'
The town was all full
of travelers and folks
Caesar had called for a census
and tax to fill his poke
Along came Joseph and Mary
They were a little slow
As a young expectant couple
They went with the flow.
As people settled down
fora long winter's nap
With visions of taxes and
Censuses filling their heads,
God was filling the sky
with a guiding star and heavenly host instead.
The inns were all filled,
Filled to the brim.
But a lkindly innkeeper
went out on a limb--
and showed them a stable behind the inn.
Out in the barn--an unlikely place
for the Prince of Peace to be born.
Out in he field, the shepherds took rest
Only to be raised by song from Heven's angelic best.
This was the beginning of satan's reign
For Christ would become the devil's great pain.
Eventually all will come
And all will bow
To acknowledge Jesus as King
With the crown on His brow.
Merry Christmas to one and all. Safe travels and Happy New Year
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