Christmas Mystery – a poem

Christmas Mystery

He who forged Earth’s iron core
And scattered stars to distant skies
Came shattered beauty to restore
And answer lost ones’ mournful cries.
A God who stands among the weak
To lift each burden that they face,
To lift away their bondage bleak
And give them strength in holy grace.

The star of hope for all the years,
Though spoken of through ages past,
Lies born in dust and blood and tears
Without His glorious trumpets’ blast.
Yet in His tiny hand He holds
The power that built the mountains high.
His glory shatters earthly molds
As angels’ voices split the sky.

The angel heralds call out clear
To tell us of the infant King
Who comes to crush the power of fear
And let the notes of justice ring.
Yet first He comes to serve and die,
Not yet to take His rightful place,
That those who chose to crucify
Their King might still receive His grace.

He calls us now with signs and stars
To find the Child born a King,
To give Him all that once was ours,
And songs of love and praise to sing.
So as we journey through the night
And seek our true Desire’s star
We find that Jesus, through His might
Has sought us from our exile far.

Christmas Mystery was written by Elizabeth Sunshine (via)

An unusual poem by Jackie Hill – What has happened to us church?

This poem transcends race, position and denominational barrier and shakes us up…

Thanks to G. Bogdan for this link. A few lines from the 6 minute poem:

  • What has happened to us church?
  • Instead of getting excited about the glory of God, we’d rather be entertained like human iPods, touched by everything that makes love to our 5 senses (see,smell,touch,hear,feel).
  •’re emotionally inclined to base things on how you feel instead of on the truth.
  • Your body has been affected with sin and Jesus Christ is your prescription. But, instead of you cleaning out the ‘old man’ residue with qtips covered in conviction, produced in repentance, you’r rather stand behind old negro spiritual songs (old style worship) because you can’t stand the master’s whoopings.
  • …preachers are feeding us Dr. Phil sermons disguised as truth, Oprah Winfrey philosophy…
  • How many of you actually believe you can ‘speak things into existence’? Yet, when I search the scriptures I see that that was a power that belonged to God, and God alone.

Published on Aug 23, 2012 by 

P4CM presents Rhetoric 2012, the largest Christian Poetry event. Featured P4CM Poet Jackie Hill delivered her poem „Jig-A-Boo” in front of an audience of nearly 3,000 people. For more poetry and to know when the next Rhetoric will take please check out:

SPRING – God’s gift to us every year – Vivaldi’s „SPRING” + a poem

Because the internet makes us such a globalcommunity, we can celebrate spring already with those European countries  who  celebrate on March 1st, rather than March 21st, as the official date for  spring.  The sooner the better!

…especially for those of us that live far, far, far above the equator. Poem from

Daffodils a poem
by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Passacaglia plays Chedeville/Vivaldi – vertical flute

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