A Christmas Poem

Posted by Scott Rohter on Thursday, December 24, 2015


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A Christmas Poem

By Scott Rohter, December 2016


Mary had a little lamb whose robes were white as snow

And everywhere that Jesus went the crowds were sure to go.

He went up to the Temple Mount to rebuke those who did money count.

When He went down to a desert place there were more crowds there for Him to face.


The crowds followed him to Galilee. The sick to heal… the blind to see.

The crowds heard him in the Temple read. Then left him on the cross to bleed.

The crowds watched him die and be laid to rest, their sins to atone for, their faith to test.

But when he rose from the grave there were no crowds there. No one was waiting and there was no fanfare.


The disciples were  troubled. They did not understand why Jesus died on the cross at Roman hands.

But when they heard the tomb was empty they came to have a look. Still no one could believe what was written in the Book.

Then into their midst Jesus suddenly appears uplifting their hearts and consoling their fears.

Mary He called as she trembled and cried, My Lord we all thought you had died

We love you Jesus. We were worried so. Now what shall we do and to whom shall we go?


Her grief pierced his heart, yet He must leave, to ascend to His Father lost souls to retrieve.

Not My will, but Thy will be done, Father of those that Thou gavest me I have lost none.

If I go to my Father I will send you another who will guide you in all truth and in love for your brother

Now with death overcome and the Devil defeated at the right hand of God the Savior is seated.



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Merry Christmas



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