Sunday, December 10, 2017

To My Little King

As I feel the air gets cooler

And watch the sun sets sooner,

Trees once full of colors,

Now bare, stripped of power.

It reminds me well that Fall is over,

And Christmas is just around the corner.

The bright lights all around me

Cast their spell on many.

Christmas trees decked with beauty,

Wreaths of holly, Rudolph, Frosty,

Are now on your TV!

Gifts and letters, thoughts of family,

Friendly smiles and love around me,

They all herald one reality...

That Little Child born of Mary.

Jesus-Child, Word of the Father,

You are mystery from all eternity.

Now conceived and made Incarnate,

Born in our time from the womb

of the Immaculate.

Long expected Hope of many,

Child-Redeemer, Relief of the needy.

You were thought to come in royal majesty,

But instead, revealed in utter poverty,

On that stable poor and filthy,

With those animals attending thee.

O silent night! When the world was busy,

Isaiah's prophecy came to be.

O what joy the world has known,

At last, God's Promise has been shown!

What more for us to long for?

Except heaven itself promised to the simple.

Infant King, you humbled yourself,

For the love of me you left your majesty.

Accept this offering made in poverty,

Child-Jesus, myself, only for thee,

In life and death to give you glory,

Aided by your holy Mother Mary.

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