Tuesday, December 29, 2015

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Edward Burne Jones - Star of Bethlehem
from google dot com


WE LOWED
I knew not, where from they came
but from the mouths of all
The story was the same
Nazareth in Gallilee,
To Bethlehem, this town in Judaea;
They traveled, to our lowly cattle shed;
And there it was, that ox, and I cattle, had
Witnessed the birth; of this dear sweet lad
The baby Jesus He
Awoke, to receive the gifts
From the Magi three;
Gold Frankincense and Myrrh, they did bring,
And at his feet, they laid it in the hay;
You'd swear He was a king.
© gillena cox, Pink Crush page 42


Written for Marian's prompt
The Tuesday Platform open mic
...to share a poem, old or new, from your blog.
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

❧✿❧SEASONS GREETINGS❧✿❧

14 comments:

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    1. Many Happy Returns - Marian

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Debt

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  3. It was already discerned at that point that the baby was meant for bigger things! Well crafted Gillena!

    Hank

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Hank

      much love...

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  4. This is a nice read, Gillena. I like the ending, and yes, He is King!!
    A day will come when every knee shall bow and confess Him King.
    Too late for many then to help their own welfare, but grudgingly they will.

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    1. AH yes Jim, it is written

      thanks for dropping in

      much love...

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  5. Such an imaginative viewpoint, Gillena.

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  6. You'd swear He was a King..well there was certainly something different about that child...bet there was an amazing aura in that stable. Nice poem. Happy New Year Gillena !

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  7. Many happy returns Rall. Thanks for dropping in

    Much love...

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