The First Christmas Poem by Isam Hussain

Longest night to shortest day gives way,
light over darkness holds sway.
Sun of righteousness with healing in its ray
shone on that first Christmas day.

Sinless spirit born in weak human flesh,
to vanquish evil and our souls refresh.
He tore up the written script,
set aside the written text.

The teaching of men he brought to nought,
the commandments of old he re-wrote,
none remained except one―love,
the kind that comes from above.

He did not come to us empty-handed:
he poured out his Spirit on all mankind,
a gift freely given
that sins are forgiven.

The Spirit isn't given through an agency,
nor should it be treated as a property;
it resides in the hearts of the good and the wicked,
to be their teacher and guide in a helpless world.

Of all God's plans this is the most awesome,
it confounds our intelligence, derides our wisdom.
We thought he would come in majesty
but chose, instead, to come in humility.

If you listen to the Spirit and obey,
you'll know it is the most apt way.