Another year is almost gone. So much has happened this year, I've grown (yes even at my age I managed to grow). I wanted to do something special this year for Christmas. I believe our talents, whether it's writing, painting, or just getting into trouble comes from our past. My mother's mom was a very talented woman. She was an artist. She was a poet. She passed her talent to me (well, maybe not the getting into trouble part).
A couple years ago I took on the project of typing up her recipes. They were all handwritten in pencil on faded paper. I knew the favorites by the splatters that stained the page. So many of them I remember from my childhood. At the back of the book I found a treasure , a poem. This poem is my gift to you this Christmas season. (Edith Jacobs pictured at right.)
Oh! Blessed Holy Night
Edith Jacobs
The sky so softly covered with blue.
Each bright spot is a star peeping through.
And yonder is a mother sweet
With wise men kneeling at her feet.
Oh! Gentle mother, kind and wise
With starlight shining in your eyes.
Hushed is your voice as low you sing
Sweet lullabies to your babe, the King.
All men are wise who worship Him
And so be freed from shame and sin.
I pray, Dear Lord, my life ne'er will be
Too crowded to have room for thee.
The little lamb so soft and white
Contented rest there though the night.
And shepherds calmed of their fear
To worship Him have ventured near.
All eyes turned skyward see the star.
Sweet angel voices sing from afar.
All sinful thoughts and deeds take flight.
All Christians worship Thee tonight.
