Merry First Season
                    by Roger W Hancock
 
Virgin Mary very merry,
Joseph married Mary.
On a donkey Mary rides,
Joseph walks a desert prairie.

Joseph and Mary follow star,
leading them to Bethlehem,
Kings and wary wise men,
follow foretold shining star.

Joseph, Mary, quite so weary,
no room, for mother Mary,
Evening stay in lowly stable,
baby Jesus born to Mary.

Angels watch the holy stable,
of sheep, goats and baby Jesus.
Kings and wise men bearing gifts,
each brought gift for baby Jesus.

Merry Mary, mother Mary,
birthed first son, gift from God.
Blessed Mary bears God's son,
from first season, we be merry.

© December 8, 2008 Roger W Hancock PoetPatiot.com

 


Christmas Celebrates
                    by Roger W Hancock

Christmas celebrates a birth,
A birth to death; sacrifice of love.
Celebrate the birth of Christ,
Celebrate his gift, his death.
His death to cleanse our sinfulness,
In our stead, a sacrificial lamb;
He died.
Condemned we by our own sin,
Redeemed by the blood He let.
Though our sin condemn us so,
His love of death, bought our life.
Rose again, conquered death,
He lives;
Victory over wretched sin.
Celebrate the birth of Christ,
Celebrate his gift, his death.
Babe, a gift; born to die,
Christmas celebrates new life.
 
© December 05, 2006  Roger W Hancock  www.PoetPatriot.com

Christmas Tree
by Roger W Hancock

Majestic tree,
Cut, prepared,
Purpose set.
Arms branched,
Ornamented,
Celebration.
Garnered bows,
Silvery red,
Ornament affixed.

Glorious Tree
Cutting pain,
Purpose set.
Limbs adorned,
Decorated,
Celebration.
Nested bows,
Nimbus thorn,
Shepherd figure.

Birth designed,
Innocence bore,
Purpose set.
Arms, hands nailed          
Love Adorned,
Celebration.
Brow pierced,
Scarlet blood,
Sacrificed Christ

© November 17, 2006 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com

God’s Gift
  by Roger W Hancock

Christmas wish,
Listen close.
Christmas Spirit,
Soul to teach.
Christmas Father,
Authors all.
Christmas angel,
Message bring.
Christmas snow,
God’s pure love.
Christmas star,
Guiding light.
Christmas birth,
Manger lay.
Christmas Son,
Greatest love.
Christmas Spirit,
Spirit Love.
Christmas season,
Divine reason.
Christmas lesson,
Life of Christ.
Christmas Love,
Altar staked.
Christmas tree,
Cross to die.
Christmas life,
Life anew.
Christmas gift,
God’s free love.

© 12-28-05 Roger W Hancock, www.PoetPatriot.com

 
Christmas Thoughts
                      by Roger W Hancock

Christmas joy, Christmas cheer,
Forward look throughout the year.
Shopping for that uncommon gift,
Each one special on your list.
Crowds of each same purpose,
Feeling the ups and downs.
Gifting trek, tiresome,
Be glad when all is done.
Night curtain highlights,
The lights of Christmas.
Strings of lights and stars,
To view from slowing car.
Light evokes within us, each,
Gladness within one’s soul.
Light illuminates the truth,
Life’s purposed sacrifice.
Spiritual freedom’s light,
God’s baby Son, for us.

© 12-17-2004 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com

Christmas Son

                by Roger W Hancock

Shimmered Stars tiny lights,

so far above man’s home.

Shiny lights in vastness dark,

guiding lights through night.

Tending Shepherd’s trek,

follow foretold star of light.

Wise king’s gifts from east,

star of truth, seeking, follow.

Night displaced by Sunrise,

life warmth a greater gift.

Also guiding force by day,

faithfulness, east to west.

Baby born in manger lay,

in feeding trough a King.

Shines throughout nations,

through ages brightly shine.

Greater power earth bestow,

sun lights life filled days.

Greater gift from God above,

baby Christ, Christmas Son.

© December 17, 2004  Roger W Hancock  www.PoetPatriot.com

Christmas Bread

        by Roger W Hancock

Babe born in Bethlehem ,

Heaven’s boundless birth.

Living Bread of life;

To live, broken bread to die.

Son of David born,

To sit on David’s throne.

Shepherds, from angels, heard,

City of David ; Savior’s birth.

Prophesy from House of Bread,

Ancient city of David .

Prophesy fulfilled,

Christmas purpose born.

God’s lamb; mutton and bread,

Broken sacrificial life.

Living bread, true bread,

Eternal life endures.

  © Dec.16, 2004, Roger W Hancock

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  Christmas Light

                 by Roger W Hancock

Glittering lights on house eves,

Canvas backdrop sky, so dark.

Santa, reindeer, sleds and stars,

Angels blowing trumpet horn.

Holiday wishes to each and all,

Blessings for, great next year.

Music, songs, season’s cheer,

New joy of Christmas tears.

Hustle and bustle, gifts to get,

Yet forget, that blood was let.

Baby born of divine birth,

Creator’s son, purpose sent.

Gift of heart, heaven’s love,

Hearts to open now receive.

Honesty of heart confess,

Repentance gains forgiveness.

Innocent Babe in manger lay;

Guilt of man… his fate.

Father’s light, invitation,

Shepherds’ path by star.

Wise men’s gifts by starlight,

Frankincense and myrrh.

Beginning of a new embrace,

Fresh new, covenant of love.

Reason of sky’s starry light,

Markers through life’s night.

Christ the Babe, born to die,

Purpose of the Christmas light.

  © Dec.15, 2004, Roger W Hancock

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Bells of Christmas Morning

                            by Roger W Hancock

Morning chime, church bells ring,

through snow filled crystal air.

As hand’s cool slap to sting,

snap of cold against cheeks fair.

“Oh Holy Night”,

hymn of ages chime.

Stars above, long ago sight,

heaven’s light years shine.

“Away In The Manger”,

song of Savior’s birth.

Baby born a stranger,

to many who walk this earth.

“Silent Night”,

holiness in silence.

Stillness lit by starlight,

broken by bell’s brilliance.

“Hark The Herald Angels Sing”,

newborn King to praise.

Angelic voices ring,

rose against moon’s phase.

“What Child Is This?”

wonder Child innocent.

Mother marvels baby’s kiss,

aware of future advent.

Ring, oh ring, Christmas Day,

bells cry out His praise.

Listen as church bells pray,

holiness of Son, chimes raise.

Ó Copyright 12-26-03 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com

Reasoned Season

               by Roger W Hancock

Seasons come seasons go,

One season should never end.

Excitement lights the face,

As joy springs forth with light.

Remembrance of a Savior’s birth

The gift of self he gave.

Thoughts of loved-ones near,

Appropriate gifts for each.

Glittered lights upon a tree,

Ornaments, bulbs for glee.

Baby born a purpose light,

Darkness dies upon his tree.

Strings of light along house eves,

Garland tinsels our gaiety.

Gifts wrapped anticipation,

Family, friends for Turkey feast.

Babe born is Christmas reason,

His last supper, to remember.

Ó Copyright 11-1-2003 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com

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   A Christmas Poem

                 by Roger W Hancock

Christmas time for us to share,

with family, friends to care.

Gathering of the relatives,

the sharing, joining of our lives.

A time of cheer for all the boys,

and all the girls a time of joy.

Stockings and gifts for suspense,

smiles worth the expense.

Christmas time once a year,

society so full of cheer.

Feelings come to go so soon,

as sunlight wanes upon the moon.

Let the joy shared this time,

remain within your soul to chime.

Allow joy to fill your heart with love,

message of this gift of rhyme.

Remember Birth that brought,

the sacrificial gift of love.

On the cross His life your gift,

upon that tree, a gift of blood.

Christmas spirit may not fade,

if the greatest gift received.

When within our hearts we keep,

the Christ, who gave his heart.

 © Copyright 12-03-2001 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com

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     Christmas Dog

             by Roger W Hancock

Adorned in red bow and bells.

Energy abounding, so full of life;

jingling, jangling as she trods.

That be Angel, the Christmas Dog

Early as on most other days,

again she woke on Christmas day.

Much too early to ring the back door bells,

jingling, jangling outside, then back to bed.

The kids still in bed again she awakes,

attention she wants, attention she’ll get.

Barking until, me, she awakes,

to share the morning, with Christmas Dog.

Not forgetting the white frosted cat,

looking, hunting in hopes for play.

Her jubilance scares the feline prey,

jingling, jangling while avoiding swats.

The cat’s so snug, wrapped in white,

fur that’s soft, disposition not.

Always alert, for the energetic dog,

forewarned by bells of the Christmas Dog.

Attacking the new tennis ball,

another’s gift but thinks it’s hers.

Straight to me, demanding I toss,

jingling, jangling with every jump.

Celebration for us the family,

gifts exchanged, the feast consumed.

In Jubilation not forgotten, the pets,

the frosted cat and yes, Christmas Dog.  

© Copyright 12-11-2001 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com

Christmas Morning

                    by Roger W Hancock

Christmas morning not so bright,
the stars still out from night.
All is quiet… all is still;
'till the kids and pets awake.

Closets deep for presents hid ‘till now.
Stocking surprises, candy endow.
The wife’s now up no more time to rest,
Last minute fixing's for later feast.

Never ready, now too late,
Christmas now today our fate.
Thoughts plenty for family gifts,
what of the great, love filled gift?

Today the family tradition,
of Christmas feast and gifts be given.
First generous and selfish thoughts all,
then memories Christmas past recall.

The reason to gather now,
not for all to feast enow.
Christ the baby born to die,
gift to cleanse our sins, decry.

The cause be sure celebration all,
praise to God his gift to us enthrall.
Christ’s gift from sin, forever we live,
first born for death to life, the Babe lives.

  © Copyright 12-25-2001 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com 

The Reason

by Roger W Hancock

Yule Season upon us now,

decorations placed two months ahead.

The stores have stocked the shelves,

of toys and other impractical gifts.

The blinking lights return,

trimming eves, soon the trees.

Decorations of Santa, canes and boughs,

with radio waves of season’s cheers.

Children thinking of new toys,

Parents concerned which gifts to buy.

What to stock? What to buy?

Decorations, gifts… gifts, decorations,

work, joy, stress, financial woes, joy,

frustrations of the season’s cares.

Sit, relax, be comforted by the Spirit,

the redeeming Spirit of Christ.

The reason, origin of the season,

Sacrificial gift of life from God.

Jesus, our heart’s joy is supreme,

Christ born a babe to die.

Death upon shame’s tree

decor of life’s scarlet light.

Gift of death then life… for us.

© Copyright 11-25-2002 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com 

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