Holy Jesus Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

The world blindly
Hoped for the day,
When He would send
The darkness away.

Many years passed,
Their faith was weak,
Then, from darkness,
Their God did speak;

'Wake up, arise!
Take hope, rejoice!
Go, tell the news,
Lift now your voice!

In Bethlehem
This special morn,
In a manger,
My Son is born.

He brings you peace,
My goodwill too;
The Lamb of God,
I planned for you!

Break your silence,
With tongue proclaim,
Come worship now
His holy name! '

They cried, 'The Christ!
Come to save us.
His name shall be
‘Holy Jesus.'

Meek and mild,
Holy Jesus.
Precious child,
Holy Jesus.

The chosen One,
Holy Jesus.
God's perfect Son,
Holy Jesus.''


© Loyd C Taylor, SR., December 2011