The Festival Of Lights Poem by Vanita Allgood

A flame ignited the star that led to Bethlehem's light, the same flame that ignites in every heart on Christmas night. The celebration of His life that candles are bright, a gift of love packaged just right. Was it not the nativity scene, the babe in the manager, that angels harp and sing and golden bells ring welcoming the King. Jesus is the festival of lights for His ornaments are so bright upon every Christmas tree an emblem of love alight for thee. Red embodies the supreme sacrifice of Christ upon the cross by He, the sardius stone, a majestic heart set aflame, His transcendent light so we sing silent night. (Yahalom) Diamond of white speaks of purity, translucent prism of holy light reflecting the Shekinah fire bright. When Shiloh, the obedient one, came forth He set the yellow and orange aglow as a holy fire took course, when the Bright and Morning Star broke forth. Blue is a manifestation of the new birth, a new creation thenceforth, the King of Kings proposed to His ransomed bride, my throne by my side you will sit forever and reside. (Yashpeth) Eternal life is sprung because of the triumph that Christ has won. The Sparkling emerald throne is where glory of Lamb of God is shown.