Pretty little boy, with olive skin
and fine dark eyes, soft hair,
tiny perfect fingernails and the
rosebud lips all new babies have.
Perfect flower blooming among weeds,
innocent, gentle, greatly adored,
Angels wheel in the night sky
shouting for joy at Your birth.
From humility and obscurity,
You came to bring joy and life.
Water springs in the desert--
at last our Messiah has come!
Slowly, you drift to sleep while
the world wakes up around You.
Time begins again
in this moment and miracle of Your birth.
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A little poetry, but mostly just the weird stuff that comes out of my head
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