WORDS FROM AN OTHERWISE MAN.

WORDS FROM AN OTHERWISE MAN.

I’m not looking for a baby,

No matter what the world may say.

If they say that here’s the Christ - child

I will walk the other way.

I don’t care how many wise men

Bow before one recent-born,

To a God already ancient

I am already sworn.

I ask, “What kind of angel,

And with what purpose fell,

Proclaims a new - born saviour

That I think comes from Hell?”

They say,” It’s for the children

And a smiling, infant child.”

Sometimes, I think this nonsense

Must drive the True God wild.

They’ve all forgotten one thing

That happened long ago;

A Baby died a grown Man,

And this I also know;

He promised He would come back,

Complete with angel train,

Not a smiling, gurgling baby,

But the King - returned to reign.

One Day I’ll see the heavens rent

With light from East to West.

The Son of Man will come as Judge

With saints already blessed.

This is the Lord that I serve,

Who also lived with men.

And I believe, Lord Jesus Christ,

That You will come again.

© December 1997/November 1998 G.I.Goodson.