A little piece of poetry for this years Watchnight Service.
Silent Night? Aye right!
As the Roman authorities bustle round their census duties
Silent Night? Aye right!
As Joseph's cousins try to make room for all the visitors
Silent Night? Aye right!
As Mary cries out in the pains of labour...
A simple Christmas poem that I wrote for the Baljaffray Parish Church Christmas Eve service.
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus, lay down His sweet head,
But the babe became a boy,
And the boy became a teen,
And the teen became a man,
Pleased as man with man to dwe...