Poetry From The Heart:
Arise, arise, an angel of the Lord whispers to Joseph
Herod seeks the unborn savior to destroy him.
Arise, arise, and take the mother and unborn child
go; go, unto Egypt and stay there until word is sent.
Arise, arise, and go through the night to a safe place,
arise, arise, an angel of the Lord repeats to Joseph.
Arise, arise, Joseph move the unborn child and wife to Egypt
a law’s passed requiring all Jews to return for a Census.
Arise and start the seventy mile journey to Bethlehem
time is of importance and there is no time to waste.
The journey’s long and exhausting don’t wait
arise; start the journey for a star in the east is a detector.
A week-long jaunt, tiring and exhausting, no room at the inn
turned away and nowhere else to go
Mary and Joseph distresses knowing God will triumph
they see a shelter in a nearby stable
make their way, settle in comfortable as possible.
Arise; arise, for the birth of the firstborn son, called Jesus.
The birth of the unborn child happened in the night…
Mary washed the infant, rubbing him in salt to prevent infection.
She wraps him in tight strips of linen cloth
an ancient practice to keep infant’s arms and legs from moving
desiring they will grow straight and strong and
lying him in a manager where animals once ate.
A newborn boy lays in a stark touching scene
Jesus, the Son of God, reliant on others for attention
as the night sky fills with light, shepherds come to see the infant.
Mary is the only person who knows who Jesus truly is.
We must arise, arise, giving praise unto God for His gift
Jesus Christ, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
Arise, arise, lift on high the King of Kings and Lord of Lords
the son of God…Amen, Amen, Amen.
Writer of this poem Barbara Kasey Smith based on the Holy Bible, KJV, and in Matthew 1: 18 thru 2: 13. Copyright 2013 – Barbara Kasey Smith