A couple more poems by Jordan:
The way that you stare I can't ignore
My heart beats faster, stonger than before
Your eyes so bright with life
A single glance erases all my strife
An angel could marvel at your face
Beaty surrounds you, nothing else but grace
So why then am I the one to see
How can you waste your smiles on me?
I'm no one important, I barely get by
Surely ther is another, some lucky guy
To have such bearty all to keep
it lulls me nightly into sweet dreaming sleep
I open my eyes once more you remain
still in my vision your smile retains
I have no words to describe how I feel
But you no never will another steal
Your are my life, my will, my heart
No one can ever tear us apart
I sitwith you now, and still can't see
How one can shine so bright, simply beauty
A normal night it was for all,
They traveled far to obey their new law
They came at late with the night air biting
A haven they needed, three lives were they fighting
But into no Inn were these three taken,
they were left out, alone and forsaken
Before they could freeze a kind inn keeper's wife
Saw pity on them, to end their strife
So into a stable were they placed,
For the baby was coming, time they could not waste
Long into the night she labored in pain,
Thinking of her Son our Saviour, then many came
Sheperds left their sheep behind,
with visions of angels singing in their minds
They sang of a baby, born for them,
A promised Messiah born to Bethlehem
Then came the wisemen hailing from afar,
Faces bright with joy, following the star
A mission they had from the evil king,
To give the babe to him, how aweful he had screamed
After all their presents a fairwell they bade
They left to run, His life to save
And even in that blessed night,
There still was one, his life would smite
The king would hunt them down to kill,
His holy life he wanted to steal
But in his dreams came an angel,
he told them to flee, to take him and be well
So run they did until he was grown,
He left them one day, a mission His own
He knew that he was for nothing less,
Taken to give His life that one day we might confess.
Then on that night so crowned with power,
He came to die, His love to shower
Christmas day is a day of mercy,
A day to live, though so unworthy
God gave us hope, he gave us might
In Bethlehem that sacred night.
Christ is our Lord and Light
Thursday, November 13, 2008
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4 comments:
Very good! My daughter would probably like the first one said about her:) Have a wonderful weekend!
What a great job! I've always been amazed at how artistic Jordan and Janae are--and in their own individual ways!
I'll have to admit, I'm a little curious as to whom he may be referring to in the first poem. He just doesn't seem old enough to be thinking about girls!!! :)
Carrie, I wondered if I should post that--I didn't really ask him but---it might be personal huh?? He is the one that showed me the journal he is trying to fill up with poems. So, I guess it's his fault huh?
i think u should put some of janaes art on here to hint hint
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