I wanted to share this video as we count down to Christmas and a poem I wrote some years ago. Just like those early pioneers in Northwest Ohio who cleared a Great Black Swamp and transformed it into prosperous farmland, God reminds us of a simple birth that transformed the hearts of countless people world wide. Enjoy the video and be transformed by the words as I have been.
Merry Christmas!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2egKS4d1oI
On a cold December night
As the stars shine bright
Windowed faces of log houses
Flicker in candle light.
Warm quaint spaces
Crackling fire places
Kettles cooling beside once busy hearths
Shadowed now in evening shade.
In a time long forgot
People settle in their cots
While snow drifts gather
Ever higher along a man-made river.
Paths between cleared fields
Scarred by wagon wheel trenches
Now covered in utter white perfection
Stretch a lonely mile in starlight.
Forest branches creaking restless
Weight of ice and arctic breezes
Bring dormant trees to life
In clues of seasons past.
Doe and yearling forage
For a meal made scarce
Steaming breath releasing
A drink of water from a thin veiled stream.
Everywhere, darkness lingers
Stilled by a shining celestial body
Gleaming high above in an eastern sky
While immigrant farmers dream a yuletide scene.
A story told since youth
Son of God born a humble birth
In a land of palm fronds and sand
A king of heaven on earth.
Simple men tending their flocks
Wise men stirring from their dreams
Flee to a simple manger in Bethlehem
To see a Savior who would be king.
Now, looking back upon tradition
Christians telling in succession
This same story passing generations
As our founding is self evident
Remains for us a destiny
An American yuletide legacy.
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