Ode to Christmas by Jo-Ann Hughes
Waiting, in forever stillness,
ancient times that seemed to tarry,
aching in patient readiness,
of a grieving prophetess unwary;
anticipation with longing hope,
mocked and scored, despised, rejected,
Anna spoke of coming joy,
in a star through telescope;
her faith in heaven re-connected,
told longingly of a saviour boy.
Prophet Samuel, the temple servant,
joined her in daily sacrifice,
reading scrolls, tales observant,
of promises of a bygone price;
believing in Isaiah’s word;
‘cry out, a voice of one whose calling,
in the wilderness far and wide,
prepare to make the way of the Lord’,
seeking out the lost and fallen,
reaching out for virgin bride.
Comfort! Comfort! Sins forgiven,
David’s highway, through narrow gate,
rugged places will be riven’
Anna, no more, sits in wait;
The sovereign Lord, he comes in power,
rules with mighty outstretched hand,
gathering sheep, once lost now found,
gentle water to strong tower,
he’s heard the cry of dust filled land,
healing hate with love pierced wound.
Faithfulness like falling flowers,
withered in fields of winter wait,
breath of God brings loyal showers,
brings love to earth, rids man of hate.
Heavenly angel hosts appear,
in Judah’s hillsides o’er Bethlehem town,
where shepherds’ watched in awe and wonder,
‘glad tidings of good news’ they cheer,
leaving heaven, royal robes and crown,
He entered mans’ stained atmosphere.
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