An eab “Christmas Card Past”

 

DIVINE  DIMENSIONS

Yesterday Christ was born,

Sometime in the early morn

Today He calmed the sea.

Tomorrow He’ll be hung

At the place of dump and dung;

The middle cross of those three.

 

Yesterday He was born,

In a manger crudely formed.

Today He opened blind eyes.

Tomorrow He’ll be,

Propitiation for me.

(The priest will think Him a prize.)

 

Yesterday He rode the mule

To escape Herod, the cruel.

Today He cleansed the vile ten.

Tomorrow He’ll be nailed

After sarcastically hailed,

By His willful creatures: men.

 

Yesterday doctors learned

The twelve year-old who discerned

Today Pharisees the same.

Tomorrow they’ll revenge,

The times He made them cringe;

They’ll pile on Him all the blame.

 

Yesterday by John shown

The One for whom he’d groaned

Today palms and robes He trod.

Tomorrow He’ll borrow,

Joseph’s tomb of all sorrow.

Disciples will bury God.

 

Yesterdays aren’t all o’er,

After today there are more.

Life did not end in the grave.

In three days He was found,

Mary’s “Keeper” of the ground.

Death was now His lowly slave.

 

Yesterdays ceased for Him,

Forever began again.

Today Christmas’ plan is done.

The pathos that He bore,

For the race now and before,

Redeems by His Holy Son.

                – eab, 11/77              

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An eab “Christmas Card Past”

 

FEAR NOT FOR BEHOLD 

“Fear not for behold”

The shepherd were told

The night when Christ was a Boy

“I bring you good tidings of great joy

Which shall be to all people”

The well, as well as the feeble.

 

“For unto you is born this day

In the city of David” not far away

“A Savior which is Christ the Lord”

Ah, Precious Gift heaven could afford. 

 

“And suddenly there was with the angel

A multitude of heavenly host

Praising God and saying, ‘Glory to God in the highest'”

Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

 

“And on earth peace good will toward men”

Then they were free to heavenward wend

Those shepherds “came with haste” from the field

To receive far more than wool could yield

And remember their decision to their dying day

And “go even unto Bethlehem”

After “the angels” were gone away.

                –  eab, 12 /75

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