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Christian Poetry
When The Baby Came
When the Baby came
The world needed help;
It still does.
When the Baby came
Sin was rampant;
It still is.
When the Baby came
The poor were oppressed;
They still are.
When the Baby came
Selfishness abounded;
It still does.
When the Baby came
Love came to earth;
It’s still here.
When the Baby came
The chasm was wide;
He became our bridge.
When the Baby came
We needed hope;
Now hope lies in Him!
When the Baby came
Heads were bowed;
And hearts were raised.
Yes, our future changed
When the Baby came
In His Father’s name.
© 2006 By: James A. Henson
Two Gifts
The tall man stands
At the back of the crowd
With a bowed head,
And a somber look.
While others gaze
As a flag is raised,
His mind revisits
A far brighter time.
A time when he held
A newborn babe and smiled
As all proud fathers do,
When God places a miracle
In two empty arms.
He remembers chasing
A bike with training wheels
And watching a blue-eyed son
Wobbling down a sidewalk there.
He recalls that Summer day
When two lines were dropped
In a babbling brook and two bright eyes
Shined at his first big catch.
Once again the tall man watches
A blue-eyed lad walk across the stage
And proudly receive his hard-earned prize
As he steps into his future world.
The man remembers how that same
Tall lad appeared in a uniform,
As he took the oath and left his home
To become part of sweet freedom’s fight.
Now as the music plays and the crowd salutes,
The tall man remembers when they handed him
A folded flag, someone saluted, and his heart
Was buried that terrible day.
Then with misty eyes and a heavy heart
The tall man feels a soft whisper in his ear
And he hears the loving voice, gentle but clear:
“Beloved, I know just how you’re hurting now.
I too once gave a Son to set men free.”
© May 2006
By: James A. Henson
I Talked With Him This Morning
He came and walked among us for awhile.
Tenderly, He tried to show us how
To find the elusive rainbow of happiness and inner peace
For which we so desperately searched.
Lovingly, He attempted to lead us to green pastures
Where we might feast eternally, and to guide us
To His cool, clear, babbling brook, that we
Might never thirst again!
He sought to shelter us from this world’s harm
Just a mother hen gathers her chicks beneath her wings
To hide them from the attacking hawk.
All these treasures He offered for our benefit;
Yet we turned and walked away from Him
Because He presented no simple short cut
As a path to our Shangri-La.
And so—because we did not desire our hearts
Revealed as they truly were, we killed Him!
However, we did not kill Him with nails, thorns
And spears, as some believe…, no
We slew Him with our sin-blackened hearts!
But do not weep at this point, my friends.
There is no time for your salty tears;
For in spite of our crime of the ages,
He freely gave His precious life
As a ransom for us!
Above all, you must NOT despair!
You must be assured of this one thing:
He is not dead now!
I know! I talked with Him this morning!
© 1972
James A. Henson
The Rooster
I awoke very early this morning,
Determined to be the best servant
That God could have today!
I told Him: Lord, you can depend
On me this day. I will not fail you.
All through the early morning,
I tried to remember my responsibility
To let the world know to whom
I belonged, and why. Yes sir, Lord,
You can count on me for sure!
At the noon hour, I became busy
With friends, sharing talk about
All the activities of the previous day
And of those to come this weekend;
This is what friends do, right?
Afternoon work quickly engulfed me
And of course, work is so important.
Opportunities to speak for Him
Were all around me, but I spoke to no one.
His Good News was my well-kept secret.
When darkness came, as I sat alone
In the early evening quietness,
I heard a strange, haunting sound.
It sent me to my knees weeping.
I heard a rooster crowing!
By: James A. Henson
To: The Glory of God
July 5, 2002
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