Poetry Wednesday

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Hey guys,

I’m a little late on my Poetry Tuesday. I had nasal surgery Tuesday morning and I’m still not out of the woods yet. So I’m doing a belated Poetry Tuesday on Wednesday.  I know that not doing it on Tuesday devastated a lot of people. Sorry.

The following poems were in my college Lit book. The first is by William Blake  (1757-1827),  and is entitled ” The Lamb”. It’s really cool when a master artist; poet, painter, or sculptor lends their talents to glorifying God.

The second has the birth of Christ as the main theme and is by Christina Rossetti  (1830-1894) and is entitled” A Christmas Carol”. The poem starts by talking about the bleakness of midwinter. which could be an analogy for  sin. Then the middle section is a worship to God. But my favorite is the last stanza:

What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb,
If I were a wise man
I would do my part,
Yet what I can I give Him,

Give my heart.

The Lamb

Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,
By the stream and o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee.
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild;
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!

A Christmas Carol

1. In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago.

2. Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him
Nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away
When He comes to reign:
In the bleak mid-winter
A stable-place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty,
Jesus Christ.

3. Enough for Him, whom cherubim
Worship night and day,
A breastful of milk
And a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels
Fall down before,
The ox and ass and camel
Which adore.

4. Angels and archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air,
But only His mother1
In her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the Beloved
With a kiss.

5. What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb,
If I were a wise man
I would do my part,
Yet what I can I give Him,
Give my heart.


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