Eternal STORE
Eternal STORE
By Arley Steinhour 121115
I look up to the cloudy sky,
And wonder if you're flying by,
Soon, we celebrate that Day,
You came to us, to Show the Way.
Born lowly, as would a Shepherd boy,
Who would've thought, it be a 'Ploy,'
That, man not know, that Emanuel,
Had come to earth, to Save, from Hell.
The Magi had your coming, figured out,
Found, you in a manger, without Doubt,
The Star, that led them right to You,
Was Prophesied, as is Your 'Sign, True.'
Some say we celebrate on a Pagan Day,
Yet, every day is Yours, for work or play,
No one wants to know, it was 'Sukkot,'
As, Lamb of God, not in field, like a goat.
Soon, Time Ends, for 'Days of Gentile,'
You merge Christian and Jew, with a smile,
Your Family, like 'Caded-Lambs,' Evermore,
In, New Jerusalem, the Eternal 'STORE.'*
AMEN
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