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Tuesday, December 25, 2012

There Was an Angel Outside My Window



Dear Readers,

         It is Christmas time! I hope you all a very Merry Christmas. Please enjoy this special poem I wrote. 

Signed,

Kayla  


 On Christmas Eve, in a quiet town
Where my siblings and I lived
We dressed in our nightshirts and gowns
Awaiting presents to receive and give.

I was tucked in my bed
And said my prayers
I flopped into bed
Snuggled up with my toy bears.

Later that night I was fast asleep
Dreaming jolly, pleasant dreams
Of dolls, bikes, and other toys to keep
While dreaming of peppermints and ice cream.

Thud! Something woke me
From my slumber.
Was it who I thought it be?
A man in a red suit, and a belly as thick as lumber?

A bright light was around my room
Cascading from my window
It was bolder that a marigold’s bloom.
What a marvelous glow!

There was an angel outside my window
In his grace majesty
I was still amazed by his bright glow
That shined all over me.

He did not say a word at first.
Only smiled at me sweetly.
After a while, he burst,
“Rejoice in Jesus! Be glad in He!”

The angel flew away
To the rejoicing Heavens above
The angels rejoiced and sway,
Singing of God’s grace and Love.

Christmas morning finally came
My brothers and sisters were excited
We got bouncy balls, yo-yos, hair ribbons, and a game
Each of us were delighted

Yet, no gift could ever amaze me
Like the angels presence and words
Full of life and holy glee
It was like nothing I’ve ever heard.

Every Christmas, I always remember
The sweet angel’s words and hymn.
Now, every 25th of December,
I know that Christmas is truly about Jesus, about Him.




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Jesus helped me with this post. 




  




Monday, December 3, 2012

Late Autumn


Late autumn,
You are a mystery,
An awkward time between two seasons.

You frost the ground with white snow,
Yet your trees still have the bright
Colors of fall’s hay day.

All of the migrators are gone,
The hibernators are almost ready to slumber,
The temperature is going from cold to colder,
And the flowers are gone ‘till spring.

Time is running out
For all of nature, the year, and you
Dear late autumn.
You are the alarm of the transitioning seasons.




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Jesus helped me with this post. My mom revised and edited it.