This space is dedicated
to the memory of
JOHN FREDERICK HOLZWORTH
December 12, 1939
-
December 8, 1996
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
A Christmas Poem by Joseph Bayly
Praise Him for the incarnation,
for the Word made flesh.
I will not sing of shepherds
watching flocks on frosty nights,
or angel choristers.
I will not sing of a stable bare in Bethlehem,
or lowing oxen,
wise men trailing star with gold,
frankincense, and myrrh.
Tonight I will sing praise to the Father
who stood on heaven's threshold
and said farewell to his Son
as he stepped across the stars
to Bethlehem and Jerusalem.
And I will sing praise to the infinite, eternal Son
who became most finite, a baby
who would one day be executed for my crime.
Praise him in the heavens,
Praise him in the stable,
Praise him in my heart.
John 1 gives a nontraditional look at Christmas. You
might want to read it in conjunction with Joseph Bayly's
profound poem, which has become one of my favorites.
Philippians 2:5-11 is also an appropriate scripture passage.
for the Word made flesh.
I will not sing of shepherds
watching flocks on frosty nights,
or angel choristers.
I will not sing of a stable bare in Bethlehem,
or lowing oxen,
wise men trailing star with gold,
frankincense, and myrrh.
Tonight I will sing praise to the Father
who stood on heaven's threshold
and said farewell to his Son
as he stepped across the stars
to Bethlehem and Jerusalem.
And I will sing praise to the infinite, eternal Son
who became most finite, a baby
who would one day be executed for my crime.
Praise him in the heavens,
Praise him in the stable,
Praise him in my heart.
John 1 gives a nontraditional look at Christmas. You
might want to read it in conjunction with Joseph Bayly's
profound poem, which has become one of my favorites.
Philippians 2:5-11 is also an appropriate scripture passage.
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