Christmas is finished. I have the house back in order with everything put away. It was a different kind of Christmas this year. Kind of like the whole year. Just a different kind. I want to thank Pom Pom for having thought of doing a blog hop. It did get me blogging every day as well and my mind thinking of things to write. I really didn’t write as much as I thought I would. It was a good exercise.
I did have one thing I was going to write yesterday, but I never made it to the computer. We had the kids who live in town here with their husbands and wives and visiting and eating and all of that I never even thought about it.
This painting just haunts me. I ran across this poem written by Amy Carmichael and I wanted to share it.
For Christmas Day
Did Mary say to Joseph tenderly,
“Such little hands, such little feet! They be
Like little shells we’ve found beside the sea,
The sea of Galilee”?
And did wise Joseph answer, “For love’s sake
Our love shall shelter Him, enclose, and hold,
As the low hills about that silver lake
Shelter it, fold on fold”?
Across the stable, like a wind—a breath—
“The wicked have enclosed Me,” it saith.
“Thou has brought Me into the dust of death.”
Into the dust of death.
And then did Joseph’s father-like surprise,
as round his finger little fingers curled,
Call smiles and tears to Mary’s mother-eyes?
He clings who’ll save the world.
And as the Child in His soft manger lay,
Did gentle oxen in their language say,
“A mangerful of our sweet-smelling hay—
Our gift this Christmas Day”?
Again that breath—An unregarded tree
Is growing somewhere, making wood to be,
One Awful day, the cross of Calvary.
The cross of Calvary.
O Lord we adore Thee!
The wicked did enclose Thee;
O Child of Bethlehem,
Christ our dear Redeemer,
We come and we adore Thee,
We come and we adore Thee
We come and we adore Thee.
Christ our Lord.
The art work is Jesus in the carpenters shop—Anonymous
Joseph holding baby Jesus is by Simon Dewey
The picture of Mary and Joseph and the baby Jesus in the stable is from Pinterest.