05-16-2008, 02:45 AM
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ChrisGree
In serene sanctuary in wilderness,
At dead of night,
Charmed the air lay,
Calm and frosty motionless.
No yelp of fox, no hyenas’ laugh,
No roar of lion for deer’s to mind,
Nor gleam of light was mooning down,
Through leafless trees on darkened ground,
And all the fairies and plumaged being,
Had sunk in depth of silver dream.
At such a scene of peace and grace,
The love incarnate to “seek and save”,
And appeared there in nothingness,
A band of cherubs with tenderness,
“Peace on earth” They joined to herald,
And “Glory to God” they sweetly caroled,
And greeted with joy the poorest flock,
That lay in dark in arm of rock.
To thee is harped this festive time,
The very hymn the cherubs rhymed,
And be thy days in Noel’s light,
All bright, and brighter, and brightest white.
Copyright@2008 SAM's World
Dedicated To All My Critics Here Who Thought All I Could Write Was Dirty Pornish Material
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Do meet me there, where light is realm, Where pain and suffering meet their end,
Where death and grave are out of bound, Where joy and comfort, always found.
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