|'It was dark, and I was dreaming
there was screaming in the street,
There were torches burning shadows,
and the sound of running feet.
Then I heard a woman's wailing.
She was sobbing, such a cry
'Oh please NO, Don't kill my baby,
PLEASE..DON'T LET MY BABY DIE!
Then she vanished from my hearing,
and a man began to shout,
There were sounds of people fighting
– and I couldn't make it out
In my dream, just what had happened,
but my heart began to pound
And I woke and touched my baby in
his sleep so deep and sound.
It was normally so dark there in
my room, but not THAT night,
I could see his little fingers as
they clasped his blanket tight,.
It was over in a second..the awareness
dawned on me
That outside I COULD hear voices.
And I knew I wasn't dreaming, but
my mind was somehow numb
It refused to understand – until
I heard the footsteps come,
Then the door was smashed wide open,
and I saw a soldier there
And his face was streaked from crying...and
I saw blood everywhere.
He was yelling that he HAD to..and
he raised that stained sword high
And he aimed it at my baby...and
I saw my baby...die!
Thirty years have not made better
what that Herod did to me
And it all came back again when
they nailed that man to a tree,
I thought about HIS mother – what
these common folk had done,
It wouldn't hurt her LESS that they
had CRUCIFIED her son!
But WHY? I kept on asking, when
I saw that awful blade
Slash down into that good man..what
could make them SO afraid?
My friends...it's not a story. Christmas
meant a lot of pain,
God lost His Son to people who would
one day see Him slain,
IT'S WRITTEN THERE IN HISTORY...Is
it written down of YOU
That JESUS IS YOUR SAVIOUR? Can
you REALLY say that's true?
If NOT – and if this Christmas only
means a holiday,
Be Warned ! WITHOUT MY JESUS...YOU
HAVE THROWN YOUR LIFE AWAY!
Annette Keeble Martens.
© 2009 Annette Keeble