The First ChristmasA Poem by Dara
Long ago in Bethlehem
A tiny child was born In a lowly stable he came to be On that first bright Christmas morn. Three wiseman followed a star that shone Over the stable where he lay And shepherds watching their flock by night Were drawn by the heavenly display. It led them to the place where Mary Gave birth to this holy child. His face reflecting that of his mother’s So tender, meek and mild. The world was forever changed that night In darkness ne’er to dwell And the Angels sang their songs of praise For Christ the King, Emmanuel. © 2020 DaraReviews
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2 Reviews Added on December 26, 2020 Last Updated on December 26, 2020 AuthorDaraNCAboutI am a retired teacher who has just recently discovered the joy of writing poetry. Formerly known as Passion Flower, I decided to publish using my own name. My poetry is simple and from the heart whi.. more..Writing
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