Dec. 25

A Christmas Poeimages-21m

Words long ago chiseled in stone
etched in His eyes, face and bone
The Word which woke the moon aglow
traveled the worlds to bring us home

Not by merit, nor by fortune
but by the will of the Father alone
such favor is bestowed
(to The Virgin Mary as she groans)

From humble lips a soft voice echoes
the beating of hearts beneath skies;
Each darkened by sin and bleeding with night
held up as a candle before this Light

Not by merit, nor by fortune
but by the will of the Father alone
these seeds were turned to stone
and buried here remain to be
a fortress of His own.

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