Treasure Island

Minister Marlene


Christian Christmas


Simeon
Devout
Just
Waited to see
The tiny Savior

Longed to see
The Day of Christ
His Birth
For Simeon
Sweet Release
Answered Prayer
Holy Spirit
Promise fulfilled

Simeon
Entered the temple
There standing
Joseph
Mary
And
The Tiny Savior

Simeons old hands
Craddled the Blessed Child
His Heart leaped
Just as Christ
Once leaped
In the womb
Of Mary

The Christian Christmas
Is every Heart Leaping
As we recall
The blessed birth
Of Christ

Our Hearts Leap
Our Hearts Cleansed
Our Hearts Soft
Our Hearts refreshed
Our Hearts repentant
Our Hearts seeped in truth
Hearts Divinely loved
By the Father

Leap

Leap

Leap

This Leaping
Is
The
Christian Christmas

Submitted: Friday, November 26, 2010

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