Whom Say Ye That I Am?
‘Twas an angel of God sent to speak to the virgin Mary
Announcing in brilliant glory of joyful things to be
And the coming of the anticipated divinity
Of whom she of all blessed women would within her carry
Testified by Gabriel to be known as the Son of God
Joseph, Mary’s betrothed by angel tongue learned in a dream
There was no shame in his precious, innocent and chosen wife
As he learned of what she bore, an extraordinary life
A savior, the Son of God, for all mankind will He redeem
Entrusted by God His son which angels called Emanuel
In the evening sky before shepherd did heaven’s host rejoice
Glorifying God with sweet sound and joyful proclamation
To announce to them an event sealed by God’s approbation
The angelic choir sang into their hearts with its golden voice
As one angel before them proclaimed, “Born this day is Christ the Lord.”
A star in the heavens shone down upon men ever bright
And because of its light three men from the east traveled to see
The divine child that from their great knowledge they know to be
More glorious than stars providing an eternal light
To King Herod, they proclaimed, “The Jewish Messiah is born.”
One of many Samaritan women came out for water
Meeting the resting Jesus bidding her to give him a drink
He spoke of her choices and actions, which moved her to think
And running to town, she told others of the things he taught her
Concerning Jesus, she asked them, “Is not this the Christ?”
Made blind from the moment of his birth came a man to be healed
After packs of spittled clay were placed on his eyes he did see
And many witnesses questioned, “Was a blindman really he?”
The man stood firm; to him Jesus His identity revealed
And this grateful humble man professed to Him, “I believe thee.”
Martha, grieved for deceased Lazarus, a beloved brother
Martha, grieved for deceased Lazarus, a beloved brother
Came directly from her home to seek out comfort from the Lord
Who in return taught her hope through his loving and kind word
Through resurrection, life, and reunion with one another
And she replied, “I believe thou art the Christ, the Son of God.”
Jesus asked to His disciples, “Whom do men say I am?”
Said they, “Of John, Jeremiah, or other prophetic men.”
“But whom do you say that I am?” he asked His disciples then
Peter to Him spoke up in great fervor, yet meek as a lamb
Testifying, “Thou art the Christ, the Son of the living God.”
One day He’ll come to me to ask me, this I certainly know
The same question given… “Who do you say that I am?” I’ll hear
In anticipation, I’ll search my soul to see in its sphere
How are my feelings? My Actions? My thoughts? What will they then show?
I hope in my response, I’ll proclaim, “Thou art the Son of God.”
Commentary:
Christmastime. It's my favorite holiday! I love the decorations, seeing everyone enjoying each other's company, people doing service projects to help others, and nothing else in the year can beat the spirit of its music. It's a time for family gatherings, exchanging gifts, and having parties, but most of all, it is the time we celebrate the life of the center of it all, whom we know as Jesus. It is a fun time of the year, and I'm obsessed with it, I confess.
One particular tradition some people have during this time of year is to send out Christmas cards or a holiday message to family and friends. Many in my family also like to send out a family newsletter to everyone so that they can keep up to date with what is going on with them. As much as I love hearing from family about what is going on with them, it didn't fit my style. I didn't have a husband or children to brag about, and my whole year would be basically the same every time, so I thought about what I could do that was uniquely me. There is one thing I do that no one else does, and that is, well, I write poetry, so I decided that instead of writing a newsletter for family and friends every year, I would write a poem and share it. Now it's expected that I write one, so every year, best of poems or worst of poems, I make sure that the poem is ready to send out before Christmas is over.
This is one of those poems I shared. It is based off of many scripture references in the New Testament in the Holy Bible that referred to a variety of testimonies of Christ.
Commentary:
Christmastime. It's my favorite holiday! I love the decorations, seeing everyone enjoying each other's company, people doing service projects to help others, and nothing else in the year can beat the spirit of its music. It's a time for family gatherings, exchanging gifts, and having parties, but most of all, it is the time we celebrate the life of the center of it all, whom we know as Jesus. It is a fun time of the year, and I'm obsessed with it, I confess.
One particular tradition some people have during this time of year is to send out Christmas cards or a holiday message to family and friends. Many in my family also like to send out a family newsletter to everyone so that they can keep up to date with what is going on with them. As much as I love hearing from family about what is going on with them, it didn't fit my style. I didn't have a husband or children to brag about, and my whole year would be basically the same every time, so I thought about what I could do that was uniquely me. There is one thing I do that no one else does, and that is, well, I write poetry, so I decided that instead of writing a newsletter for family and friends every year, I would write a poem and share it. Now it's expected that I write one, so every year, best of poems or worst of poems, I make sure that the poem is ready to send out before Christmas is over.
This is one of those poems I shared. It is based off of many scripture references in the New Testament in the Holy Bible that referred to a variety of testimonies of Christ.
