Poetry

By C. Lowell Olsen


Rejoice, the Lord Is Come

Peter,
To the man at the temple gate,
bent his head
and said,
Gold and silver have we none;
Our gift is in the name of the Son.
Arise
and be made whole.
Dear friend,
We have naught of worldly goods
to share,
though we care,
But what we have by way of
treasure
Freely we give and it gains in
measure.
Rejoice,
the Lord is come.
Christmas:
The season believers mark
his birth
on earth.
He came to redeem us from the fall;
His grace attends us one and all.
We live
because of him.
Kneel
And call on his blessed name;
our Lord,
the Word,
With saints and angels lift your
voice;
For the gift of life let us rejoice
and worship
Jesus.