One final poem for Advent, this one inspired by Luci Shaw’s “Some Christmas Stars“. Merry Christmas everyone. May it be a blessed time remembering the wonder of God made flesh.
Earth's Carol The stars make songs in silent sway, The roosters wait for newborn day, And I in brokenness make way To sing the songs of broken bones Kneeling at the newborn's throne, The Godhead's second part, alone. The angels cannot sing enough To praise His name. King Herod's bluff Fools no-one fast. Earth's dusty stuff Becomes His throne. Thorns, soon His crown, Entangle round His bed. The sound Of broken praise echoes around.
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