Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Christmas Poem

The earth sleeps here beneath the snow
and waits with bated breath
for one who said that He would come
and break the chains of death.

The earth sleeps now beneath the snow
much like our Heavenly King
Before He rose from death's long night
As Winter turned to Spring.

The earth sleeps still beneath the snow,
the while the Angels sing
All wrapped in white, in silent night,
and waiting for its King

Lauren (written 2010)

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