PARABLE OF CHRISTMAS

PARABLE OF CHRISTMAS

Born as a Babe in conflict,

Carried off to escape interdict….*

Answered prophesy

Hidden clarity,

For kinsfolk it rarely clicked.

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Prophets in their own town

Frequently are shot down…

Familiarity

Breeds contempt you see,

They don’t like the “new guy” around!

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Faith as small mustard seed,

Plant in the wrong place–in deed–

Truly voids

And hope destroys,

But satan gets a hearty “TEE-HEE”.

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Awaiting the dawn with my Lord

In my prayer shawl He is adored…

My secret place

My Lord to face,

Keeping everything above-board.

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Secret workings in God’s law,

But shadows of heavenly awe…

When Hebrew

Is Number One, too,

He’ll come, Who died without flaw.

When Christ comes in the cloud,

Trumpets will blow out loud…

Coming as King,

To rule everything

Will you be among His crowd?

–Jonathan Caswell

* “interdict.”…short for interdiction…being suddenly caught for correction/arrest…or , this case, death ordered by King Herod.