Mystery arise, The Eve of the Eves
Christmas Day coming, Holy days, we cleave
To hear the story, Of once was told
A Child to be born, Worship and behold
His beauty of life, Restored unto all
Whosoever will come, To Him and to call
Upon Jesus, Lord, Of all there to be
Bowing at His feet, All on bended knees
Eyes be awaken, On this journey road
Mystery arise, As of days of old
Thanks for reading Poem #2254
Idea on October 10, 2013 in chair at south window
Re read and made some changes on 7 December 23, 2013
and April 25, 2015
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