Tuesday, December 24, 2013

A Visit From Emmanuel



'Twas the night before Jesus, and all through the town, a couple was searching for a place to lie down.

“No Vacancy” signs were hung within view, and soon there would be three searchers, not two.

For a child was nestled inside of the lass; the time of his birth would soon come to pass.

One kindly innkeeper spoke up that day to offer his stable, with newly-strewn hay.



Outside of town, where flocks of sheep huddled, all thoughts of deep sleep were suddenly scuttled.

Away to the hillsides the shepherds all flew; why were the lambs all in such a stew?

They bleated and baaed and ran around so, that it felt like mid-day to shepherds below.

When, what to their wondering eyes should appear but an angel of God, who said, “Do not fear.

I bring you good news of great joy, so be glad. This is the best news that you’ve ever had!

Choose you this day to wipe off your frown. Messiah is born in Bethlehem-town!”

More rapid than eagles, a choir then came; a huge group of angels all praising God’s name:

"Now there is good will to all earthly men! Glory to God in the highest! Amen!”

At the top of their lungs the choir sang out: “Now praise Him! Now praise Him without a doubt!

And here’s how you’ll know what we’re saying is true: a babe in a manger; a sign unto you.”

So off to the village the shepherds then ran, to prove all the words from the heavenly band.



And then, in a twinkling, they heard in a stable, the cry of a baby, both healthy and able.

The shepherds drew close to the source of the sound and realized the newborn Messiah was found!

He was wrapped in a cloth, from his head to his toe. His mother was so proud, she practically glowed.

Surrounded by hay as he lay on his back, he looked like a hungry young lamb’s midnight snack.

His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples—how merry! His cheeks were like olives; his nose like a berry!

His dear little mouth was drawn up like a bow, then he quieted down and to sleep he did go.




Thirty years later, on a hill far away, surrounded by mockers instead of fresh hay,

This innocent baby, now an innocent man, completed God’s purpose since time first began.

Nails in a tree held his hands and his feet, and thorns encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a bruised face; they bloodied God’s Son. He shook when he cried out, “It’s finished! It’s done!”



On the third day since they sealed off his tomb, his men were hiding out in a locked room

When Jesus showed up and offered them peace: “You’re no longer sin’s slaves; I’ve arranged your release!”

He was breathing and talking, although he had died! The disciples could hardly believe what they’d spied.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head soon gave them to know they had nothing to dread.

He spoke many words, and sent them to work, “Go into the world, but don’t be a jerk.

Teach all the Good News through poem and prose,” and giving a nod, to the sky he then rose!



The disciples all stared up into the sky; some wanted to yell; some wanted to cry.

Two angels exclaimed, as Christ flew out of sight, “Fear not! He’ll return like a thief in the night!”

©2013 Dewey Roth

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