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Advent
(A Poem based on Rev. 22:20) |
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I am. I was. I will be. I am not coming soon I am here. I was born on a cold night in a cold place Unnoticed, unheralded by cold people Who turned my mother away. On that night were you listening? On that night the "least of your brothers" was me. Now do you see, do you hear and do you care? I am not coming soon I am here. In your life do you see me In the ragged men and women Who search the cold street Looking for my reflection in your heart? Do you hear my voice in Their muttered plea or in their tear? I am not coming soon I am here. Do you hear me when your friend turns to you To ask forgiveness and trust? Do I not forgive you always? Do I not give you a merciful ear? I am not coming soon I am here. In this season I was born unto you Fulfilling the promise of God’s care. Look for me, listen to me… I am not coming soon I am here. by W. H. Smaw |
© Copyright 2003 by W. H. Smaw
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