My Lord What a Morning - an original poem

 

 

 

I went to the Shelter

To volunteer my time,

Then to the soup kitchen

Where there was quite a line.

 

There are so many people

With such great needs,

It's really incredible

We have so many to feed.

 

Poor and downtrodden,

Simple and plain

The needy and wandering

With or without shame.

 

Some dirty, some young

Just the shirt on his back

Made me really wonder

What did these people lack?

 

Some, like sweet Mary,

Young and unwed,

How did this happen?

Was all that she said.

 

A poor lowly maiden

Without neighbor or friend

Could have only desired

This new life to end.

 

But suddenly a voice

From the clouds up above

Gave Mary a deep faith

For a child she would love.

 

And Joseph, her chosen,

Was sick with despair

Would rather have left her

Without even a care.

 

But Joseph too heard

A voice from above,

For Mary his betrothed

And a child he would love

 

The reason God chose her

We'd soon be aware

Is that God came unto us

His love we should share.

 

We go out into the world.

To seek our dear Lord.

We look every where

To find his reward.

 

As we look in the stores

And at gatherings this season,

We often forget that

Jesus Christ is the reason.

 

The words, "unto us,"

Are the clue to this search

That Jesus is not only

Found in a church.

 

Look for the persecuted,

Those in sorrow or despised.

Christ will appear

Right before your eyes!

 

For the baby Christ child

Has been born to us all

And to each faithful heart

He issues a call -

 

"Be ready my servants,

For you know not when

The hour will come,

When I will return again."

 

 -----December, 2001  SB