A tale of the First Christmas

* Written in December 2014 but worth repeating

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T’was the eve of the First Christmas

When all throught the night,

All people in town

Saw a star shining bright.

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They gathered in fields

Under such mighty event,

Paraphrasing sacred rolls

Quoting Isaiah’s advent.

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“A king is to rise

Out of a virgin birth,

Startin’ humble beginings

With a bed made of turf”.

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Such tales of ancient prophets

Written in scriptures of old,

Sang the rise of a new era,

New directions to unfold.

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A Saviour was to emerge

from the town of Bethlehem,

Where David’s own descendants

Raised prayers to El, “Amen”.

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To witness such holy miracle,

With each other’s soul to bond,

Many people found their path

From far and way beyond.

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Wise men came from the east

in hot weather, rain and cold,

Bringing the boy many gifts:

Frankincense, Myrrh and Gold.

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Shepherds from the valleys

Found the family out of danger,

A king had just been crowned

Sleeping safe in a manger.

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A dark cave thus became

A most holy and trusted shelter

Previously known as sanctuary

To farm animals in welter.

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Those who thought this was the end

Of yet another birth’s story,

Would awe that centuries on

Yeshua’s birth sustains its Glory.

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Happy celebrations of Yeshua’s birth.

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Miguel Montenegro (c) 2014

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* Photo courtesy of Adam Sales  (c) 8 December 2015

Posted from the depths of my heart

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