I Come To Adore
by Emily Frances Cain
Christ Child
For one of our Christmas traditions I write a poem story for my family, this is the one for this year. The night was dark and ever so cold Across the prairie thrashed the wind so bold. Not a light was in the sky save one star so bright Which shone down upon the town that holy night. Miles away and trudging so slowly A figure we can see hunched so lowly. His cloak is tattered his feet are worn Not a hat is on his head and his clothes are all torn. Every now and then he'll lift his face to the wind and peer, Up at the star shining near. Of "He Who is to come" he has from others learned And the right to believe he has now earned. He cares not what others think and say Only that he'll adore and love his God this day. Closer and closer nearer and nearer With each mile put behind him his steps trod freer. Always encouraged by the star which has now taken its rest, Above the stable of which we know best. A choir of angels he suddenly sees Across the fields and over the trees Bringing the message to all who will hear The Lamb of God is ever so near. Timidly he now draws near,the Baby so peacefully sleeps The oxen and donkey are there, also the sheep He kneels and adores with simplicity like them Joyful that he is with his Savior in Bethlehem. Suddenly the Child awakes, smiling on all who are there Into His heart begins their spiritual care. Outside the wind, knowing His holiness now grows mild For to the town of Bethlehem is born Jesus the Christ child. Original art, Emily F. Cain, 14
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