Conservative Poet Tom Zart's = GOD NEW MAN MUST HAVE A SAVIOR
by Tom Zart "CHRISTMAS" GOD NEW MAN MUST HAVE A SAVIOR NIGHT OF NIGHTS In the tiny town of Bethlehem Born in a stable, an infant lie. While he slept his first dreamless night A whole universe of stars passed by. When Jesus Christ our savior was born Most of the angels began to sing Of peace, and good will to all mankind And alleluia to earth's new king. There were those angels, who did not sing For they had passed through the devil's gate. They knew this young lad belonged to God And for them salvation was too late. So let's rejoice, and sing with great cheer That night when Jesus slept without fear. For our Lord's birthday comes once a year On that night of nights we hold so dear. JESUS There once was a traveler who was driven out of town On his shoulders was a burden that pushed him to the ground. On his head was a crown made of thorns from a bush And the street was so crowded the guards had to push. They stopped at some sandstone at the top of a hill There was a round hole the cross would soon fill. They made him lie down upon that wood cross There they nailed him to prove who was boss. The beam was up-ended by the muscles of men As it plunged down the hole it was carved to fit in. Then Jesus looked up at the lightning that flew And cried, "God, My Father, they know not what they do." They crucified our Lord as his blood flowed to earth If inside you believe, you feel what love is worth. They wrapped him in loincloth when he was taken down Then carefully removed his scarlet stained crown. They placed him in a cave with a large, round, stone door Before sealing forever, they lay lilies on the floor. Though it wasn't very long, and the stone was rolled away For Jesus resurrected, to rise on Easter Day! CHRISTMAS Husbands with ladders hang lights on their home As all who have no one feel sad and alone. The churches are full of the faithful that sing For the birth of our Lord, is a spiritual thing. The sound of Christmas sweetly fills the air While frantic shoppers hustle from here to there. The windows of storefronts at this time of year Reflect all their wonders as Christmas draws near. Little ones stand looking with their nose pressed to glass As model trains on display come speeding past. The path to Santa is lined with girls and boys With a list in their heart of their favorite toys. The stores shelves are crammed with dolls that crawl or walk Games, cars, trucks, planes and stuffed toys that sing or talk. The miracle of Christmas comes once a year When all that we love seems more precious and dear. HOPE TO BE HOME BY CHRISTMAS World War III Darling I miss you more than words can tell As the torments of war burden my heart. I worry about you and how you are As by conflict were forced to part. As death confronts me I witness first hand Just how sudden life can come to its end. At any moment war can consume and destroy Myself, my dreams, my enemy, my friend. Determined though fearful I dream of home Remaining focused, steadfast and whole. Praying for family, country and comrades The treasures of my existence and soul. I suffer pain, remorse and regret From actions Im forced to employ. I have no choice but to do my duty As my solemn oath becomes my story. Remind our kids how much I love them And those moments they cry or play. Ill be home for hugs and kisses Hopefully by Christmas Day. Most of all I pray for words That portray my need for your touch. I dream of you both night and day And sometimes a bit too much. Letters from home, loneliness and sorrow Have made family more precious to recall. I love you so incredibly much As I serve with honor, God and countrys call. Hope To Be Home By Christmas Love You Your Marine By Conservative Poet Tom Zart Most Published Poet On The Web The White House Washington March 16, 2007 Ms. Lillian Cauldwell President and Chief Executive Officer Passionate Internet Voices Radio Ann Arbor Michigan Dear Lillian: Number 41 passed on the CDs from Tom Zart. Thank you for thinking of me. I am thankful for your efforts to honor our brave military personnel and their families. America owes these courageous men and women a debt of gratitude, and I am honored to be the commander in chief of the greatest force for freedom in the history of the world. Best Wishes. Sincerely, George W. Bush Poet and Author of Love War And More 225 poems published by Publish America; SHEPHERDS of LIFE e-book 350 poems, CD "MEMORIES" 28 poems with music by Bill Crain for sale on the web under Tom Zart and or Bill Crain. It's appropriate and symbolic that the romantic poet Tom Zart was born on Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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