Saturday, 1 January 2011


“How shall this be?” the virgin asked
When told of how she had been tasked.
“The Spirit” Gabriel said, “shall be
On thee, and power will shadow thee”.

“Where is the King?” the magi said,
Expecting some soft royal bed;
His star led to the Lord of all
Laid in a manger in a stall.

“Who then is this?” whispering in awe
Those on the sea with Jesus saw
The calm His speaking spread abroad
And recognised the Son of God.

“When shall He die?” the world replied,
Only content when Jesus died;
Yet we can gladly understand
The time, and death, were in god’s hand.

“Why dost thou weep?” The risen Man
Showed care that was not other than
Care shown before - while now He could
Bring saints into new realms of good.

“What shall I do?” the jailer called,
Fearing as one whom sin enthralled;
No longer fearful and depraved,
Through faith in Jesus He was saved.


  1. Lovely, David. You are really good at telling a story through poetry.

    Happy 2011
    Patrina <")>><

  2. just lovely. thank you. be blessed this 2011


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