Light of pain in baby's birth
mother cries with the groaning earth
son of heaven, son of man,
living to know life's greatest pain.
Father cries, child, it's because I love you,
aching of the world through you will cease.
Placed inside this gentle heart -
the cry of a chosen nation,
He tells, then He lives it, this is what it means
to fight for peace.
From the hopeless weeping of an unrepentant people
grows the deepest thirsting for
the living water's cup
followed by the resonating echoes
of the broken silence,
till in our rage and helpless anger,
our blood-stained hands lift the heaven-child up.
Still in the dead of darkest coldness
we hold candles and remember this heaven-child's birth
forgetting soon to ask with wide eyes
just what it means to bring peace on earth.
Light of pain in baby's birth
mother cries with the groaning earth
son of heaven, son of man,
dying to show us death's greatest gain.
Your work is constantly improving, it seems to me. Keep it up. This is good.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your kind and honest compliments, Seth. They are immensely appreciated and taken to heart.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of what my uncle tim wrote about at Thanksgiving...(he got up at 5am and was writing it by the light of the oven light from my proofing sticky buns!: ) I love that man!)
ReplyDeleteSo lovely! You did a wonderful job. I love reading your work. :)
ReplyDeletethank you, Jess.
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