CHRISTMAS ?

 

Gentle donkey plodding on,

Do you know that death is gone?

Sin and darkness soon will be

Things from which we all are free.

 

Weary with your precious load,

Trudging down the dusty road.

Heavy a mother with Child inside,

He'll carry the sins of the whole world wide.

 

 

Though your body weary is,

Naught the pain compared to His.

Though your back is tired and sore,

Man will hurt His back far more.

 

You may let your head hang down,

His will wear a thorny crown.

The One you carry 'cross the lands,

Will let man pierce, with nails, His hands.

 

You will carry Him once more,

To the death that waits in store,

By this Child as yet unborn,

We will see the curtain torn.

 

On your back the cross we see,

Of the One who first chose thee;

In my life may others see,

The work of He who died for me.

 

© 14-15/9/96

 

 

 

UNREST

 

Weary I climb to my bunk,

"Lord, help me to sleep," I plea,

Gently I hear Your response,

"Come child, come share with Me".

 

"Lord, may I rest awhile,

Lord, may I rest in Thee?

Should I walk? Do I kneel or sit?"

"Hush child, just rest; and be."

 

Voices and noises intrude,

"Focus your eyes on Me!"

How can the world compete?

I long just to stay with Thee.

 

How can I think of Your heaven,

Beyond aught that eye can see?

How can I picture Your love?

"Hush child; just rest and be".

 

We share in a haze of love,

My soul is joyous and free.

The world disappears from sight

And only Your beauty I see.

 

What if I lose this vision?

Focus on what eyes can see,

What if living breaks in?

"Hush child, and rest in Me".

 

© 9/11/96