A sound like heaven
Sits softly on the ear
Every honey coated
word
Is a sweet souvenir
The joy of her touch
On my skin still
lingers
From her Porcelain
hands
And delicate fingers
Delicately scented
Like an exotic Rose
Still vividly resides
In the appreciative
nose
And the sight of her
Consummate beauty
Will occupy my dreams
For all eternity
The scroll of the seven seals
Rested in God's right
hand
Until he bade his son
The Lion of Judah
To break the first
seal
And the Lamb did so
And from the broken
seal
Appeared a white horse
Bearing the conqueror
Carrying a bow,
And wearing a victor's
crown
God then bade his son
The Lion of Judah
To break the second
seal
And the Lamb did so
And from the broken
seal
Appeared a red horse
Bearing the warrior
Carrying a sword
And wielding the power
To take peace from the world
God then bade his son
The Lion of Judah
To break the third
seal
And the Lamb did so
And from the broken
seal
Appeared a black horse
Bearing the bringer of
famine
Carrying a set of
scales
Finally, he bade his
son
The Lion of Judah
To break the fourth
seal
And the Lamb did so
And from the broken
seal
Appeared a pale horse
Bearing a rider called
death
With hell close behind him
With power over a quarter of the
earth
To kill by sword,
famine, plague,
And by the wild beasts
of the earth.
The four apocalyptic horsemen rode forth
On the charge of the dark brigade
At the end of his long life
A Godly man passes
into heaven
Where he sits with God
And revues their journey
again
While he looked back
Sitting at Gods right hand
He saw it represented
by
Two sets of footprints
in the sand
But he noticed that at
times
There was just one set
When he was at his
lowest
And he was very upset
So, he spoke to God
and asked
That in the scene he
was shown
Why at the hardest
times
He walked the path
alone
No, my son you are
mistaken
At those times God
said
I thought it would be
more fun
If we hopped instead
At Stonehenge, the druids
Exchange bodily fluids
At the temple to the
sun
As the solstice begun
Dressed up like loons
And barking at the
moon
The Sun rules in daylight hours
Shining light across
the shadow
The Moon rules over
the tides
In their perpetual ebb
and flow
But God rules in the
heavens
In benevolence over
all below
It was in sixteenth
century Germany, or so the legend has it, in a town called Wittenberg in
Saxony-Anhalt.
That the founder of
the protestant church, Martin Luther, was the first to decorate a Christmas
tree with lighted candles.
Apparently when he was
walking home through the forest one dark and frosty winter’s night, his
attention was drawn to the myriad of bright stars that he could see sparkling
and twinkling through the branches of the trees.
The beauty of the
nights display had a great effect on him, and he proceeded home very excited.
When he arrived home
he relayed to his family what he had seen and what had excited him so and
almost immediately he set about decorating his Christmas tree with candles and
then to his families surprise he lit them.
Goodness only knows
what his family thought, possibly that he was possessed, and what of the other
people in the town, what did they think of him and his antics?
It probably caused as
much consternation than the reformation.
There’s no better time than Christmas
I’ve always
believed it to be so
When we remember
Christ the saviour
Born two
thousand years ago
There’s no
better time than Christmas
When we
celebrate his birth
In the
sanctuary of a candlelit church
We rejoice
for all we’re worth
There’s no
better time than Christmas
To look
beneath ageing skin
Of any of
the old souls in the season
And still
find a child within
There’s no
better time than Christmas
I’ve always
believed it to be so
When we
remember Christ the saviour
Born two
thousand years ago
