*Past Poems Celebrating the Birth of Christ*

IT’S CHRISTMAS

It’s Christmas, as we call it, on this earth.                                                     

Though we don’t know the month of Your grand birth.                   

Much too commercial, Lord, Your day’s been made.                     

Although the shops are all amuck with trade,                                 

We’re glad You get some credit ‘mongst the mirth.                       

2

It’s like Your birth time, Lord, with all the tax,                   

The crooked politicians get the max.                                              

The governments of men have changed not much,       

For even Christmas has its greedy clutch.                     

We need another Baptist-swinging ax. [1]                                        

3

Though Romans were corrupt and Israel too,

You left a perfect heaven, for this zoo.

Man’s dirty wash You had to then all see,

You felt the biting tongue of Pharisee.

Yet cleansed the temple of baa-baa, moo-moo.

4

You’re going to come to earth again some year,

And when You come You’ll end all of man’s fear,

We’re near to “as it was” in Noah’s day,

Near Sodom and Gomorrah’s sad decay;

We have so little of revival’s tear.

5

We need, O Lord, the wisdom of Your voice,

To hear beyond earth’s blackening, by choice.

Protect from antichrists and their bad mark,

Please give our praying-places back their spark.

6

You came, O Christ!   You made us to rejoice!

– eab, Dec, 2010

[1] Matthew 3.1 & 10

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