Old Poetry: ‘A Christmas Poem.’

Although the file says I saved it in February of 2007. I don’t remember the style, sorry.


A Christmas Poem

Wings outspread, feathers shifting

The angels circle, downward drifting;

Their voices sweet, in tandem lifting

And with this song are they gifting

Man, who lost to sin was thought.

The angels’ Hearts remember old

Memories of that battle bold;

When Lucifer, with voice of gold,

Was cast out in the dark and cold

For the hopeless War he fought.

Now the ones who cast him out

Whose hands set loose the Flood’s grim spout;

Whose voices strengthened Gideon’s shout;

They tell those shepherds still about,

“We bring glad tidings. Fear not.”