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Mary's Heart (A Christmas Poem)
~ Elizabeth Burnham
“The crisp air grabs my attention as I pull my hands into my sleeves.
The worries and struggles are still not overcome by what this Christmas brings.
People stand there judging with a smirk on their faces,
not knowing the hardships I have faced through unfamiliar places.
With a tear in my eye I carry on singing a Christmas song.
They don’t even realize how hard this is, to carry a baby along.
Who am I, what is it that I have done to bring, a babe, a child, the son of God, this king?
I am tired, I am weak, and how much longer must I travel on this road ahead?
I am cold, I am weary, with no more strength and not one place to lay and rest my head.
I take in a deep breath of fresh air and look into the moonless sky,
it is then that I know that this is the night!
Although we don’t live in a palace filled with the finest of all,
somewhere out here tonight a baby will be born maybe in a stall!
One day he will rise to be our king,
and then we all will know what this special Christmas will bring.”
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From: Peoria, USA
Dedication: We get so caught up in ourselves that sometimes we need to place ourselves in someone elses shoes for a moment. Over 2000 years ago a great night happened AND that is the reason we celebrate Christmas, let us not forget!
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