A Christmas 2019 Poem by Daniel A. Popovich
I could not be much further away
From the manger where Christ He lay
As an Infant looking out into
The eyes of those who prayed
That He would be the Promised One
The King that would bring peace
To restless souls that could not accept
The arrival of Our Father's Son
Oh yes He was a Babe for sure
Flesh and Blood was He
We didn't know His Life would end
Upon a Torture Tree
Bring gifts bring gifts
Emmanuel
Your arrival long foretold
Return your sheep yes one by one
To Heaven's Blessed Fold
I know Good Child that I must follow
Your brave Way of the free
Accept Your Help Your Grace Good God
Given that I may see.