Upon returning from the Navy in 1982, I joined the staff of the First United Methodist Church of Dallas. It was
still is) a very large staff... and church, yet it was a productive and
busy staff. I soon found out just how busy (average work week
hours), but I loved it, along with the people and the ministry. I didn't know that I
could or would get right back to my love of writing, especially poetry.
That first Christmas, the pastor decided to fashion
a special booklet for the people, created by the
people. It was beautifully done, with many members providing
meaningful submissions which ultimately made up this creation.
The following poem was my contribution to this publication ...
The Father knew us when He sent the Christ‑child down.
He knew our weak, anguished plight...He offered us a crown.
But, the crown could not come in a plain, ordinary way,
He created a master potter to fashion the temporal clay.
The Lord searched the land, hills and valleys, a right
vessel to find,
He knew anything less would destroy this gift to humankind.
His gaze came to rest on this maiden fair...the search was
And, she was proclaimed to bear the child for all the world
This simple young maiden, Mary by name, accepted the task
Though the task seemed hidden, she knew her path, a careful,
To ease the burden of earthly folk, and to give to them, one
A Hope far greater than any known since the first, the only
The Christ child, Jesus by name, would bear the
Coming to bring love, to guide us on the long, hard dusty
The message, simple...the theme, clear...to man on the way,
To nurture, to strengthen, to enable all to follow by
night...and by day.
He gave His Creation a hard path to walk, o'er broken, torn
There was no other road to follow, none for journeys to
He who wore the crown on bleeding brow could stumble,
The gift of a crown, nourished, prospered to bring healing
Copyright : December 1982
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