Saying the ox and lamb kept time
knowing the hour they kept sight
to await the arrival of him in right
and see the dawning of him who wear white
Stars beaming at his entering
sky bears the host of messengers
both witnessing our redemption to earth
and psalming to outdoor the everlasting
Frail and low he lay
within a rectangular straw in play
as king and wise take turns
ushering and expatiating him with gems
Necessarily he was born to death
surprisingly he never left
Holding my hand despite seen not
and in his company satiated my heart felt
His birth tagged our salvation
calling both noble and shamed from nations
presenting to Highest us through crucifixion
as he pained to see us give benediction
A night remembered in above below
the time slaves called free
setting the shackles of burden ablaze
as it tells just as Peter smacked
Staggering were we when he came
surfacing a new light to we
calling all lost to found
as his voice echoed to the end to end
Liberation in the world we toiled for
but that of Christ found not in store
giving to the ones and one believing
as gold and diamond amount not in relieving
I believe in his birth that
his death I hold close with fact
as he will continue to keep faith intact
and reward I for His name
my cut.
