The wait for winter
When the wind gets colder
And the days get shorter
The finality of Fall
Becomes a reality
Not with doom
Rather … soon
A season of snug
Warm fires or blankets and hot chocolate in a mug
The sweet celebration
The coming of
Our Messiah, Our Lord
Never gets old
And we lean in to hear Him each time the story is told
Oh for without winter
Our life would be bitter
Slaves to sin
With no end, no fresh begin
Baby Jesus came
New life for all, announced by angels who sang
This world-changing event … in the month of December
Let us not fear the dead of winter
New life rises
With an eternal price
By the blood of the lamb, our precious Savior
But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; He is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you; You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”
Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom His favor rests” (Luke 2:10-13).
What joy we have each winter! To celebrate His birth. I don’t mean to speed ahead, of course. Fall is wonder-full in its array of color and heavenly splendor. However, we here in PA have had some cold mornings. The other day it was in the 30’s. With depression and winter coming, I need to be intentional about choosing joy. I hope you en-joyed the poem. I wrote with https://fiveminutefriday.com. Today’s word prompt is WAIT.
All photos in this post are from Pixabay.com.
May God bless you this Autumn night with safe-keeping and a peace-full heart.