Saturday, December 25, 2010


Praise the Lord from the heavens, praise him in the heights above. Praise him, all his angels, praise him, all his heavenly hosts. Psalm 148: 1-2 (NIV)

It was the night before Jesus and all through the earth,
Not a soul could be heard praying, for our Savior's birth.
But God in His wisdom was not surprised.
By a soft voice singing, a sweet lullaby.

As the singer was singing, hosts of Angels joined in.
Until it crescendo'ed into—a beautiful hymn.
What a wonderful song for this sweet little babe.
Who had such a mission, this world He would save.

So won't you lift up your eyes, stand up and sing.
With your mouth full of praise, raise your hands to the king.
"Thank You dear Jesus, for the Love You have shown.
Never again will we be alone."

Lord, You are no longer a babe in a manger, You are a King on the throne. You are the ruler of heaven and earth. I celebrate Your birth with reverence and praise.

© Marcella Panowicz 12-11-98


Virginia said...

The more I read the last two lines, the more I am struck that this is Christmas. Praise God for sending His son.

Bonnie said...

Marcy, you are a good poet. The poem says a lot to the hearts that are open to receive Jesus this holy season. God bless you.
E. Bonnie