Among my most meaningful things to do
while reading the Holy Scriptures through
write Messiah's Name in the margin
the Old Testament, where'er I find Him.
course, I do not find Jesus' Name,
but I certainly find Him, just the same.
find Him in the Lamb and the Lion,
of the Temple in Zion,
find Him in Joshua, David, Passover,
the Song, the whale, cover to cover.
I've thumbed through pages and jotted a few
Messianic treasures to share with you:
Messiah's birth’s foretold in Micah, five;
seven centuries later, Jesus arrived;
virgin birth proclaimed, Isaiah seven,
Son to be fathered by God in Heaven.
Kings would bow down to Him and nations serve,
Solomon's Psalm Seventy-two observed.
He'd be pierced and mourned, said Zechariah;
Our Redeemer, fifty-three, Isaiah,
who prophesied resurrection glory!
Genesis to Revelation, God's true story!
The Word reveals a magnificent plan
this tome of Our Savior, God and Man.
The year Twenty Fourteen is almost here—
I’ll suggest a resolution without peer:
Resolve to read before this year’s over,
Holy Bible, cover to cover.
contains everything you need to know
about Love, Salvation and How to Grow.
You’ll learn God’s story beginning to
all about your Sovereign and closest
‘TWAS THE NIGHT…OF ALL NIGHTS!
Children, gather round. It’s time for a story,
one that’s filled with hallelujahs and glory.
It’s about the glorious night of all nights,
angels and magi and sight of all sights!
About God, a virgin, the birth of a king,
wooly sheep, poor shepherds and gift giving!
My story takes place long ago, far away
and starts with a Babe in a crib full of hay;
His mother’s a virgin, His father is God,
the birth, a miraculous Heavenly nod.
The Baby is born in a Bethlehem barn
near a few smelly animals, like on a farm.
Poor shepherds in a field shudder with fright
when suddenly the dark sky fills up with light
as beautiful angels, bright splendors winging
tell of the birth with hallelujahs and singing!
So, the shepherds and sheep the very next morn
set off to visit this special Newborn.
Rich wisemen follow a bright beaming star
to the Bethlehem barn; the journey is far.
They ride astride camels, carrying treasures
to give to the One they’ll worship forever.
Why in the world would they do such strange things?
Why travel so far? Why great treasures bring?
The reason is simple, the Babe in the hay
becomes the world’s Savior, Who takes sin away.
His name is Jesus and He loves you and me
and wants us to love Him for eternity.
That was the night of all nights here on Earth…
the wonderful story of Jesus’ birth!
WHAT WAS GOD DOING WHEN HIS SON WAS BORN?
to the virgin to tell her
and salvation for the world?
Joseph didn’t believe his betrothed
and was about to call off their union
until in a dream he realized
of an awesome and holy thing?
Mary traveled with Joseph
by donkey in the dust and hills
clip-clopping to Bethlehem
there wasn’t a proper place
with rugged, splintered hands?
when Joseph held the Babe
Heavenward, in thanksgiving
and blessing, then presented
and nursed Him at her breast?
and placed Him in fresh hay
in the crude wooden trough?
looking down from His Heaven
Did He celebrate with the angels
before sending them Earthward
with their jubilant glorias
the beckoning star above Bethlehem?
Did He preen with pure pride
came bearing their gifts?
Did He shudder an Almighty shudder
at the movement toward fruition
Did He see flashes of thorns
fell into exhausted sleep,
did God reach quietly down,
and whisper in His tiny ear,
“You have Your Father’s eyes,
December 15, 2013
Vol. 16, Issue 4
Maude Carolan Pych/Quarterly Poetry Letter
“Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power and riches
and wisdom and might and honor and glory and blessing.” Rev 5:12 NASB
It’s all about…The Lamb is a quarterly publication for lovers of the Holy Lamb of God, who also enjoy poetry. The purpose is to magnify our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, and inspire an ever-deepening relationship with Him, the lover of our souls…
My favorite bedtime song to sing to my grandchildren is the words of William Blake’s famous poem, “The Lamb”. They ask me to sing it. Some of them know the words and sing along. I’ve printed the poem below. You can also find it being sung on YouTube.
Little lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
Gave thee life & bid thee feed,
By the stream and o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight
Softest clothing, wooly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice;
Little lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
Little lamb I’ll tell thee,
Little lamb I’ll tell thee;
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb:
He is meek and he is mild,
He became a little child:
We are both called by His name.
Little Lamb God bless thee.
Little Lamb God bless thee.
Jesus is the dear little Lamb Who was born in Bethlehem. I’ve heard it said that it is likely He was born in springtime (not December 25th) at the same time lambs were being born in the fields. We know Jesus died as the Passover lambs were being sacrificed and “as a sheep before shearers is silent” He became the ultimate sacrifice, the Passover Lamb.
It’s important to be mindful of Good Friday even at Christmastime.
A few poets and friends will get together at my home during the holidays to celebrate the birth of Our Savior by reading poems of the season and having a simple potluck supper and homemade Christmas cookies for dessert. The last batch of cookies came out of the oven a few hours ago.
I have many Christmas poems and will share two with you now. The first is entitled “Before the Journey”. I wrote it this year and mailed it as my greeting card this season. The other is “The Gift Bearers” and is about the magi. The latter is included in my chapbook, “From My Heart to Yours at Christmas: Cookies & Poems”. (Ordering information appears at the end of the blog.)
+ + + THE POEMS FOLLOW + + +
Sitting quietly in the dim glow of an oil lamp
trying to get comfortable
in the sturdy wooden arm chair
made by her carpenter husband
upon her taut, round stomach
and smiles at the gentle rumbling within—
Although this is centuries before sonograms
Mary knows her babe is a boy child
and that they are to name Him Jesus—
Young and bewildered, she wonders
what her holy Son will look like and be like
if he’ll want to work with wood
She wonders about the cosmic plan
set in motion by her “yes”
She dares not dwell too deeply
and why so lowly a maiden as she
She watches as he sands smoothly
the fine cradle he is building
and appreciates that he stands by her
shielding her from questions, innuendos
finger-pointers and gossip mongers
Their donkey is tied outside
the humble dwelling in Nazareth
She hears it braying and nuzzling at the door
It’ll go with them tomorrow
on their journey to Bethlehem
She sighs, thinking of the long
especially in her condition
Well, I’d better get some rest
as she rises awkwardly from the chair
and carries the lamp closer
to where her husband is working
I’ve packed a bundle of swaddling clothes
Cosmic wonders, whats and whys
as a singular mysterious luminary
Is it brighter than the other stars?
Does it pulsate? Does it bounce?
Does it shoot across the sky
like a flame-tailed comet?
Does its lustrous splendor
rival the glow of the moon?
Gentile magi who study stars and Scripture
see it and curiously mount their camels
to follow it across the desert. But, why?
They say they are seeking
the King of the Jews. Why would they?
They say they want to worship Him
What do they know that the High Priest
and all the Jews of Jerusalem
who are awaiting the coming of Messiah
King Herod summons them, diabolically
Feigns sincere interest in their mission
urges them to return with details
so he, too, may worship the King
A sinister plot forms in his evil mind
there is something about that star…
the irresistible starlight shines ahead
until it shimmers above a humble house
in the village of Bethlehem
It stops, still…absolutely still
The magi realize they are at
and whether it makes sense or not
(whether any of this makes sense or not)
and fill the little house
They draw from their saddlebags, treasures…
Gold…for surely this little family can use it
Myrrh…fragrant foreshadow of suffering
Frankincense…for a sensing in the depths
of their God-given wisdom
of a significant anointing
the gift bearers mount their camels
and still attentive to God's spirit
diligent seekers who found
than the precious gifts they bore
Comments are always welcome and appreciated.
Look for the next edition of It’s All About…The Lamb, March 15, 2014
I’d like to take this opportunity to wish you a holy Christmas centered upon Jesus, the precious Lamb Who came to save us…and a very healthy & blessed New Year as well.
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