“For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder; and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace.” Isaiah 9:6
With anticipation
The people waited years
To realize the Promise told
Through many griefs and tears.
Once it was shouted through
The dirty, cobbled streets,
But then as life and wars increased
It’s strains of Hope began to cease.
Silenced by life’s grief and pain
The hope of a Deliverer seemed in vain.
Four hundred years, without a Word,
It seemed the Promise was absurd.
Pain and poverty paralyzed
The joy and luster left their eyes.
Would the Savior really come
Restore the Kingdom like
David had done?
Was this perhaps just another dream
or manipulation—a government’s scheme?
Silently, pushed ahead
By a pregnant wife,
Joseph knew what the Angel said,
But would Mary give birth on the city street?
The world was settling in to sleep.
“A stable out behind the Inn
Go out there, I’ll let you in.”
The Promise crept in on baby’s feet
As the whole world lay fast asleep!
The King did come that very night
Rescuing man from evil’s plight.
Angels, shepherds and little sheep
All bowed amazed at Jesus feet.
The Promised Deliverer really came
And Nothing has ever been the same.
He will come again, just like He said,
While once again we wait.
But never fear, dear Child,
Our God is never late.
By Darla J Short-Lewis