a visit to the Oracle, a dream, and next steps on a path
Many moons ago I wrote this Christmas poem;
Blessed Christmass, Angels singing, Glory in the heavens above.
Blessed Jesus, you our story, True the Father's wondrous Love.
Shepherds gathered, Wisemen came, worshiped Christ, our Lord and King.
Still we follow, Shining Bright, Star bedazzled in the night.
Knowing suffering, loss and pain; Cling we to his Holy Name.
In the end we are saved by enchantment. You added flesh to what I sensed. Thank you, SB
Many moons ago I wrote this Christmas poem;
Blessed Christmass, Angels singing, Glory in the heavens above.
Blessed Jesus, you our story, True the Father's wondrous Love.
Shepherds gathered, Wisemen came, worshiped Christ, our Lord and King.
Still we follow, Shining Bright, Star bedazzled in the night.
Knowing suffering, loss and pain; Cling we to his Holy Name.
In the end we are saved by enchantment. You added flesh to what I sensed. Thank you, SB