Salvation Born

Sound the Shofar, Praise His Name, Without Messiah, we'd have no Fame, nor Name.

By Arley Steinhour 100211

A Babe was born,

Place, where sheep born and shorn,

On a quite bright star lit night;

Was not a very Princely sight.

Flocks, on hillside cower,

Tightly in chill of night;

New moon, of unknown day and hour,

could not hide from mortal sight.

Placing Seal upon Yom Teruah birth,

Fall 'Feasts of God,' no stalling,

Festival of Blowing, begins on Earth,

Angels herald, God's Grace and Calling.

Day One, Festival of Blowing, full begun,

Two Through Nine, Atonement for a year of sin,

Day Ten, afflict the soul, for Redemption,

As Azazel the Scapegoat cashed sin in.

Day Eight was a day of Great Esteem,

Dedicate son to God, called circumcision,

Two Doves sacrificed, by the poor, to redeem,

The world blessed by Jesus, for God's Grace decision.

Sometime after that, the Royal Magi came,

Whence they heralded, none can recall,

Gold, frankincense, and myrrh, gifts three by name;

Wealth for escape to Egypt, until Herod's death did fall.

So, Happy Birthday, Jesus,

Thanks for your Grace to save us all;

Soon, I pray we see you coming for us,

To keep us from the time that Satan takes his fall.

Anyone who hasn't turned their heart to Jesus,

Is walking past Jesus, God's Life Giving Well,

Eternity, without access to Emmanuel,

Means only one thing, you'll find yourself in Hell.

AMEN