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The Nativity  

Often, in my meditations,
I return to Bethlehem.
Where my mind projects a picture
Of the way it must have been.
I see the startled shepherds
As God’s Angels stage the sky,
 Announcing the birth of Jesus,
And glorifying God on high!
I visualize the Wise Men,
Following a star that rose,
 To view the promised Christ Child
 Snugly wrapped in swaddling clothes.
 I can intercept the thought life
Racing through the Virgin’s mind…
 Contemplating on this miracle
 Even she could not define!
  I anticipate the animals,
Sheltered in in that special stable,
 Sensing something in the spirit
As they’re feeding from the cradle.
I can hear the morning rooster
As he’s bringing in the day…
 Hear the first cries of the baby
 As He’s lain upon the hay.
I rejoice in the sure knowledge
 Of salvation from my sins!
Things will never ever be the same…
The New Testament
Doris Jacobs-Covington
December 2012
~~Dedicated to Kathy~~



Matthew 1:23
"Behold, the virgin shall be with child,
 and bear a Son, and they shall call His name
 Immanuel," which is translated, "God with us." 


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