IT SOUNDS LIKE A HOLY CHRISTMAS A flickering bright star in the distant sky is to recall the magi’s long journey, The sheep’s baa and the cattle’s moo, they gave Him warmth in His poverty. A crinkly mound of hay was the pillow where His Mother lay His little head, A clink of gold, crackle of frankincense and myrrh were placed by his bed. The choir’s voices trill high and low as the congregation murmurs in unity, Music sweet and gentle of strums, ting, twang and plink echo in harmony. How sweet to hear a derelict’s cry of joy who has been given food and shelter, And a chuckling child on a hospital bed, at tales that make him feel better. A halt to the boom, bang and rat-a-tat of machine guns splitting through the air, Ah! For peace on earth and a moment to bow our heads in silence and prayer. A tender touch, a loving hug, a kind pat, deeds humble, generous and lovely, A friendly chat and an encouraging clap that would be Christmas pure and holy day.. merry chrismas everyone :D
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 13:07:05 +0000
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