I Had to Pull These Words From Me

There was a whisper
through the trees,
beneath a light;

a vision
to the north.

Gifts they left
fell at his feet,
golden, shining,
love of our lives
lying in a cradle!

breathed it in
into his nostrils-
Frankincense and myrrh
grace, sweet grace,
and the scent of glory.

An infant,
a prince of peace,
10 fingers clasped.

How could it be,
that before him, one day
every knee shall bow

unto the King and praise..

~~(I am penning a poem a day from November 24th through December 25th, 2016 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day #29)


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