Poems by Elaine G. Brock

Mary was chosen; how could this be true?
A young girl and virgin was who they all knew.
Cousin Elizabeth, too, six months was she.
Her son was John, a "forerunner" he would be,
Lept in her womb when the news was told.
The King Mary carried they would all soon behold.
Not in a great palace but a stable he'd lay.
Not on fine linens but a manger with hay.
An angel told shepherds the glad news they'd sing,
A star led the Wise Men, their gifts they would bring.
When he heard of the birth, King Herod would seek,
But God up above Jesus' safety would keep
So that you and I could know His great love,
And one day be with Him in Heaven above.
So remember that Christmas is not "going all out."
It's a season of miracles...THAT'S what it's about.

Oh, the beauty and refreshment that nature brings
When the earth, once again, breaks into spring.
The birds, in their song, with excitement sing,
All hail to the Creator, Christ the King!