A Christmas Poem
Christmas A baby’s cry pierced the darknessseparating time from a B.C. erato an A.D. one. God’s 400-year silence broken between Old and New Testamentsby the Word delivered in flesh and blood.A voice no longer filtered through a prophet. God’s Son came to earthto declare His rescue from sin and deathto weary waiters who heard of Messiah,but now beheld Him with their own eyes. We, once again, wait for His second coming.Come, Lord Jesus. My books are available here