Down Through The Years Poem by Franklin Spriggs

Down through the years
Of laughter and tears,
Down through the years
Of darkness and fears.

On avenues of questions and doubts,
On lanes and by-ways no reasons to shout.
Thinking of things that have came and gone,
Looking for things be it right or be it wrong.

Over hill and valley I've roamed I've searched,
Looking for this babe of whom I've heard.
Ever pressing onward I know I must find him,
Then over looking a city that's called Bethlehem.

I approached ever so slowly,
Unto this King so meek so lowly.
Unto this babe I have nothing to bring,
What shall I offer to this Heavenly King?

He looked at me what a Heavenly sight,
This beautiful babe, Heavens Holy Light.
I cried before him what shall I give,
What could I offer to this Heavenly sib?

I heard a voice so gentle so small,
Bring of your self, not things little not things tall.
Bring of your heart all that you were,
It's more than Gold, Frankincense, or Myrrh.

So I gave him all that I had,
In his heart he was ever so glad.
You gave me all, what a wonderful start,
A sacrifice of a beaten a battered a broken heart.

Author
Franklin Spriggs
Dec 11,2005