Post by onyxfiretear on Jan 3, 2005 8:58:47 GMT -5
Under a star so brilliantly bright
Within a night so frigidly cold
A miracle did occur
One of such beautiful intensity
In a old weathered town
Savior of Hebrews would be born
In swaddling clothes
His virgin mother held him so tight
Smiling proud at her husband
Knowing that God gave them
A new beginning to shape the rest of time
Baby Jesus Christ, so sweet
He grew and learned
Being everything his heavenly
Father thought he ought to be
Paving his righteous path
In time his knowledge grew
His kindness became contagious
Others craved his teachings
To better their lives
Healing the sick
Speaking to all that would listen
Touching hearts with one glance
To show the errors in others ways
This was his purpose
Leading his people out of slavery
To free lands of milk and honey
This was his Spiritual fathers bidding
Some of his own followers
Turned their backs on him
Denied him three times
Fearing that knowing him would be their death
Those who did not understand
Feared him, therefore punished him
Persecuted for his simple beliefs
Sacrificed for the world
Nails driven deep
Into a beaten and torn body
Place high upon a cross of wood
To have his flesh bake in the scorching sun
Innocent blood now drains back to earth
His pure spirit flows back to
His beginning
His body may now be still
But soon he will rise again
To let his teachings flow
Reminding us all that Christmas's is not a time of taking
But a time of giving
Yes I am a pagan, but as Aron knows me oh so well...I write from visions and this was one of them
Within a night so frigidly cold
A miracle did occur
One of such beautiful intensity
In a old weathered town
Savior of Hebrews would be born
In swaddling clothes
His virgin mother held him so tight
Smiling proud at her husband
Knowing that God gave them
A new beginning to shape the rest of time
Baby Jesus Christ, so sweet
He grew and learned
Being everything his heavenly
Father thought he ought to be
Paving his righteous path
In time his knowledge grew
His kindness became contagious
Others craved his teachings
To better their lives
Healing the sick
Speaking to all that would listen
Touching hearts with one glance
To show the errors in others ways
This was his purpose
Leading his people out of slavery
To free lands of milk and honey
This was his Spiritual fathers bidding
Some of his own followers
Turned their backs on him
Denied him three times
Fearing that knowing him would be their death
Those who did not understand
Feared him, therefore punished him
Persecuted for his simple beliefs
Sacrificed for the world
Nails driven deep
Into a beaten and torn body
Place high upon a cross of wood
To have his flesh bake in the scorching sun
Innocent blood now drains back to earth
His pure spirit flows back to
His beginning
His body may now be still
But soon he will rise again
To let his teachings flow
Reminding us all that Christmas's is not a time of taking
But a time of giving
Yes I am a pagan, but as Aron knows me oh so well...I write from visions and this was one of them