Yuletide Poetry: Soaring Voices by Janet Hedger

A weakened sun lightly fingers the early morn

Christmas wakes

Heralding the celebration, a saviour is born

For our sakes.


Through the darkened sky, a glittering star breaks

For his birth

Frankincense, gold and myrrh are a King’s keepsakes

In his worth.


Messages ripple across the breadth of the earth

Peace fulfil

Spreading the Gospel with merriment and mirth

In goodwill.


Faith in the wondrous creator this babe doth instil;

Joy partakes,

With beautiful soaring voices, praising God’s will

Christmas awakes.

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