Luke 2:1-20; John 20:1-31
The days of Jesus mark the year.
We joy and honor both!
He came at Christmas with no fear.
He rose as Easter’s hope.
For forty days we sing anon
this Child of royal birth.
So long before December’s gone,
we praise His lasting worth.
The days that follow Christmas joy
seem often out of mind
for as each quickly broken toy
when o’er it’s so unkind.
The days of Lent do keep in thought
His dearest sacrifice.
To give up something we are taught
His lasting, loving price.
But after raising from the dead
our Jesus walked the land
as living, loving daily Bread
among our lives to stand.
One wonders why these mighty days
cause memories Oh so weak.
Do gifts and candies from displays
our interest quickly pique?
His birth in a cave so swift aligns
with new life from cavern’s tomb.
For both were rather stark confines,
which came from the World’s “No room!”
by Jay O’Toole
on April 25th, 2019
Poems About Jesus 