Immortal Flames
by Rachael Saathoff
Phoenix, phoenix, thou flames of flight
Beautiful bird in the night
From the ashes always born
Forever wakening in the morn!
Cinnamon nest ignites
How does this bird of flight
Come, go, flee, and fly
Why doest thou, fiery bird, not die?
Thy wings so wide
Show thy freedom inside
Make evil shiver
As you fly above her!
Come phoenix, thou immortal
Show me thy world
For freedom abounds with every sound
In the world thou dwell in, never death bound!
Thou, Oh bird, art beautiful, fiery and true
Compared to thou, I'm boring and blue
Why doest thou with wings, fly in the sky
When my own legs on the ground must rely?
Cursed and blessed with an undying death
Admiration, wonder, and awe hath
Made you a symbol to Christians alike
A sign of our Savior and all of his might!
Phoenix, phoenix, thou flames of flight
Beautiful bird in the night
From the ashes always born
Forever wakening in the morn!
Christ's Birth
by Rachael Saathoff
Day of Christ's birth, thou glorious day
In a small stable, dirty and grim, He appeared,
For He came to save, to take the blame, adhered,
To be a savior for those who went astray
Seeing our pain, He came one this day!
He is a savior, loved and revered
No where to stay, just as Joseph had feared
Stuck in a stable with lots of hay
Lots of animals watched Mary in labor
Thou poor beasts beheld Jesus scream
Like all babies he must have seemed
Until the shepherds showed up, what friendly neighbors
Told Mary and Joseph of all they had witnessed
The heavens rejoiced, because of the Savior who had come to cleanse us.
The Gift
by DanielS
The snow falls down on a bustling street
Behind a full inn, a small baby cries
The Son of God came in this devise
This little baby so tender, so sweet
Is wrapped in nothing save a small white sheet
This small child, will grow in size
Will grow in mind and also wise
God's gift to us his plan complete
Will save us from eternal fire
To die for us, God's son came
That we will not need to live in shame
Because our need, so very dire
God gave us Jesus, his only son
To take our sins, so we have none
Who Will Hear the Bells on Christmas Day?
by Emily Garig
Play me the songs that I know so well,
The ones that only this season brings.
I long to hear them merrily tell
Of Jesus Christ the newly born King.
Without these tunes the world is too bleak.
With whom can I share my Christmas cheer?
The world will not let me of it speak,
But this chance comes once alone each year.
The urge to speak is passed each season
By millions who know we’d suppressed be
If love we spoke; and for this treason
This season, for me, is wearying.
How can I be mute when carols ring?
Surely Christ thinks this bleakness absurd.
There’s hope for man if carols I sing,
For some person’s Christmas song was heard.
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