Dear Church,
This week’s midweek devotional comes to you in the form of a Christmas poem. I hope you enjoy it. Please pray for the Children’s Pageant and for the Christmas Eve Service. Invite a friend. Have a blessed week and we will see you on Sunday.
Love in Christ,
Pastor Dale
I Heard Healing in the Babe’s Cry
The night was deep and rich in wonder
An angel approached, cloaked in grandeur
All ‘round the Eternal was crashing
Thunder roaring and lightning flashing,
I, by this Presence, split asunder.
Louder yet louder grew trumpet sound
And I, in fear, lay trembling aground
Then the herald sent by Being pure,
Spoke, and with these words did assure
That a wondrous joy would soon abound:
For in Bethlehem, King David’s town
Is born a babe who wears promised crown,
A king, a ruler, the Anointed one,
Your holy Savior, God’s only Son
The One from above has come down.
“And this shall be a sign unto you
To attest that this event is true
You will find the babe at rest a manger
In a world, where this Word’s a stranger
Being worshipped by God’s chosen few.”
After the angel’s sign was given
There came singing the Host of Heaven,
“Glory be to God in the highest,
Peace to the men He chooses to bless!”
Then to Bethlehem we were driven.
We made haste; discovered the stable
No bed was there, nor chair, nor table
But I saw Him there, held by Mary
Bowing my knees, I did not tarry,
But offered all as I was able.
Then from the Child came a sigh divine
Weighted with mercy, lovingly kind,
Tears from my soul welled up in my eye
For I’d heard healing in the babe’s cry
And heaven’s peace, was given to find.
By Dale Smith (Luke 2:8-20)
