Christmas Poem

Christmas is the time of year
When hearts make room for love.
It keeps the Holy Dream alive
That God will send a Dove.

A sign of peace from God’s great heart,
To warm the hearts of men,
They wait and wait, yes year to year
For God’s symbolic Love …. again.

The hope is like a tiny seed
Surrounded deep in error.
But Hope gives service to mankind
To ease him from the terror …

From the hopelessness of life,
From the pain of Hell,
The tiny seed of hope does flicker
“Maybe we’ll get well!”

It’s like the intravenous
That keeps a sick man fed,
During all the darkness
As mankind lies in bed.

But once God floods the earth with love
And error does recede …
Christmas won’t be needed
For man to do a deed

Of brotherhood, of loving
‘Cause it will be a part
Of the new created nature
Of mankind’s loving heart.

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