CHRISTMAS POEM 2022

THE STORY EVER LIVES

  The payment lies in lonely stall

             Does anybody care?

It sounds so like creation’s birth

                Come see it if you dare  

With effortless ease God flung the stars

Across th’ expansive sky

And made the rose to grace the air

And caused to wolf to cry.

Without a strain He breathed a soul

Into a corpse of stone

Set boundaries for each nation ‘round

A place to call its own. 

We marvel at God’s most skillful hand

                And note with solemn awe

How naught he paid to form the worlds   

                But speak a verbal law

But then sin came and brought to naught

                The fullness God had made

A total void assumed the throne 

  That creation once had laid    

But God refused with nil to dwell

                Compassion moved His hand

To bring that empty world to life

    And order to the land.

A word alone would spoken fail

 The deficit too great

A payment from his womb must come

       To shut  the jaws of hate

That single life, God’s love of loves

                Who in effulgence reigned

Would God now dare to yield the Son    

                Who once Abe’s hand restrained?

But mercy soon o’er powered His wrath

                The gnawing deed must be

He’d plunge His hand through Jesus’ heart

                And hang Him on a tree

So God ‘gain spoke but now His words

                Were couched in blood and pain

  The Word a slice of His own heart  

                To crush sin’s vile reign.

The payment cries in lonely stall

               No place for priceless gift to ball

But God’s esteem is not derived

            From furniture or bovine cries

   The prize is judged by what it is

          And so the story ever lives.

MERRY CHRISTMAS! rgh