a girl of no influence, status, prestige
and yet she was the one to give birth to the King
even Mary was welcomed
a humble carpenter with rugged hands
a fatherless baby not part of his plans
even Joseph was welcomed
travelers mocked for following a star
not born in Israel but come from afar
even the Wisemen were welcomed
out from the darkness, stinky and poor
ashamed of their rags and the filth that they bore
even the shepherds were welcomed
cows and a donkey, chickens and sheep
watching the babe in a manger, fast asleep
even the creatures were welcomed
and wherever you’ve been, whoever you are-
whether near to Jesus, or heart still afar
even you- yes you- are welcomed
Love this. Wrote this a while ago….
Time, slowing.
Thoughts, racing.
Windows, glowing with hearts lit for the King.
Regret, stirring.
Heart, pacing.
Memories wishing, that snow would fall again.
Coffee, brewing.
Vinyls, turning.
Home is the one place I haven’t been.
Why can’t we learn how to grow old?
Why do I wait, until the nights grow cold?
Love isn’t free, and it can’t be sold.
I’d trade a million dollars just to be told,
The secret to life, and Mom’s hand to hold.
Wow… what a beautiful poem❤️
I can feel the longing in your words. Thank you for sharing.