Tuesday, 24 December 2019

WISE MEN'S SONG



WE CAME FROM OUR HOMELAND IN THE EAST
STARGAZERS AND PRIESTS AS WE WERE KNOWN BACK THERE
TO SEEK OUT THE CHILD BORN TO BE KING OF THE JEWS
FOR WE HAD OBSERVED HIS STAR RISING IN THE SKY.
HAD TRAVELLED MANY WEARY MILES TO WORSHIP HIM
FOR WE WERE WELL VERSED IN PROPHECIES AND SIGNS
WELL STUDIED, RESEARCHERS, INTERPRETERS’ OF DREAMS
WE ENTERED JERUSALEM IN OUR CAMEL CARAVAN
CREATING A RIGHT STIR AND COMMOTION
PEOPLE PUSHING AND GAWKING TO SEE US PERSIANS
WITH OUR LINES OF SERVANTS AND ARMED GUARDS.

WHEN KING HEROD HEARD OUR WORDS, HE WAS SHAKEN TO THE CORE.
WHAT SHOOTING STAR? WHAT NEW KING?
HE ENQUIRED WITH DEADLY CALM
WANTING TO KNOW THE EXACT TIME THE STAR HAD APPEARED.
HIS OWN JEWISH PRIESTS CAME UP TRUMPS
WITH A PROPHECY ABOUT THE MESSIAH
POINTING THE WAY TO BETHLEHEM
WHERE THIS SHEPHERD-KING WOULD EMERGE.
WE WERE QUICK TO LEAVE HEROD’S COMPANY
TO JOURNEY OUT AFRESH, WHEN SUDDENLY THE STAR
WE’D SEEN IN THE EAST REAPPEARED
LEADING US DIRECTLY TO THE EXACT PLACE
WHERE THE CHILD WOULD BE.
WE WERE SHOUTING AND HALLOOING
TEARS FLOWING, PUNCHING THE AIR WITH JOY.

WHEN WE GLIMPSED THE YOUNG CHILD
WITH HIS MOTHER, MARY, WE FELL TO OUR KNEES
OVERCOME WITH AWE AT THIS DIVINE  KING
WORSHIP SPILLING FROM OUR LIPS.
OUR DESTINY DAY, OUR MISSION ACHIEVED
WE WERE CHANGED FOREVER.
OPENING OUR TREASURE BOXES, WE GAVE HIM GOLD IN ABUNDANCE
MYRRH AND FRANKINCENSE, FITTING GIFTS FOR THIS PRINCE OF PEACE.

Words by Christine Pearson


Friday, 20 December 2019

SHEPHERD'S SONG



THE NIGHT IT HAPPENED.
WE WERE SITTING IN THE STILLNESS
WATCHING OUR SHEEP NEAR BETHLEHEM VILLAGE.
NO IDEA OF THE MOMENTOUS MOMENT ABOUT TO HAPPEN
THE REVEALING SPLIT SECOND OF AN ANGEL’S RADIANCE
OF THE FIELD LIT UP WITH HOLY GLORY
OUR EYES DAZZLED, OUR BODIES FROZEN.

I’VE GOT GOOD NEWS FOR YOU GUYS.
SAID THE AWESOME MESSENGER,
THE BEST NEWS THE WORLD HAS EVER HAD.
IT’S FOR YOU, NOT JUST THE PRIESTS, THE RICH
BUT FOR EVERYONE, BOTH HIGH AND LOW.
FOR TODAY IN BETHLEHEM A RESCUER WAS BORN
HE IS THE LORD YAHWEH, THE MESSIAH.
YOU’LL KNOW IT’S HIM BY THIS SIGN
OF BEING WRAPPED IN STRIPS OF CLOTH
AND LYING IN A FEEDING TROUGH.

JOY JUMPED IN OUR CHESTS
WE WERE ALL QUIVER AND TINGLE
AS THE ANGEL CHOIR APPEARED
ABLAZE WITH SWEETEST SINGING:
GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST HEAVEN
ON EARTH PEACE AND GOODWILL
TOWARDS EVERY MAN AND WOMAN.

WE WERE OFF AS SOON AS THE ANGEL SHOW
DISAPPEARED FROM VIEW, TO SEE THIS GOD-CHILD
THAT HAD BEEN REVEALED TO US FEW.
THE MUSIC STILL PLAYING IN OUR HEADS.
WE RAN INTO THE VILLAGE ASKING AND KNOCKING
UNTIL WE FOUND THE VERY PLACE
WHERE THE SAVIOUR WAS LYING.
WE WORSHIPPED AND BOWED TO THIS TINY CHILD
KNOWING THAT HE WAS EMMANUEL, GOD WITH US.
YOU COULDN’T KEEP US QUIET FROM THEN ON
HIGH-FIVING, PRAISING, TELLING OUR AMAZING
ENCOUNTER TO EVERYONE.

Words by Christine Pearson




Wednesday, 18 December 2019

MARY'S SONG



IT WAS A DAY LIKE ANY OTHER
WHEN THE MESSAGE CAME
EXPLODING LIKE SPARKS IN A FIRE
CHANGING MY LIFE FOREVER.
I WASN’T EVEN PRAYING
JUST QUIETLY DUSTING, REARRANGING
WHEN AN ANGEL APPEARED
HIS PRESENCE OVERWHELMING.
SAYING, THE LORD WAS WITH ME
I WAS HIGHLY FAVOURED
AND SINGLED OUT FOR GOD’S BLESSING.

MY HEART BEATING LIKE A FRENZIED HAMMER
MY THOUGHTS RACING, MY BODY REELING
GABRIEL’S WORDS WASHED THROUGH ME.
SAYING I WAS THE LORD’S DELIGHT
HAD BEEN SPECIALLY CHOSEN FOR A WONDERFUL GIFT.
THIS IS WHERE IT SPIRALLED INTO THE STRATOSPHERE,
HIS MESSAGE IMPRINTING VERY CLEAR
THAT I’D BE PREGNANT WITH A BABY BOY
WAS TO CALL HIS NAME JESUS.
THAT HE’D BE THE GREATEST, THE SON OF THE HIGHEST,
AND REIGN FOREVER AS ISRAEL’S KING
HIS KINGDOM HAVING NO LIMIT.

I WAS UNMARRIED, YOUNG, STILL A VIRGIN
THE MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION ON MY LIPS…. HOW?
THE ANSWER MELTING ALL RESISTANCE
THAT I WOULD EXPERIENCE THE ANOINTING OF THE HOLY SPIRIT
KNOW ALMIGHTY GOD’S SHADOW OF POWER IN A GLORY CLOUD
SO THE CHILD BORN TO ME WOULD BE HOLY, THE SON OF GOD.
I WAS UNDONE, THE YES RESOUNDING LOUD
THROUGH EVERY FIBRE OF ME.
I’M GOD’S SERVANT, I REPLIED
MY HEART EMBRACING EVERY WORD
FROM THE ANGEL’S MOUTH.


Words by Christine Pearson