Christmas

Christmas

A Poem by Father Mojo

I’ve heard the story all my life.
Joseph took Mary for a wife;
And God was born to a virgin
To pay the price for human sin.

God’s genius lay in a manger:
World’s creator, yet a stranger;
An unlikely way to begin
To pay the price for human sin.

This silent night will soon turn sour–
He’ll sleep on a wooden tower
(Though he now sleeps outside an inn),
To pay the price for human sin.

Fat Buddha sheds no tears at all
While Mary’s son hangs on my wall.
I wonder, must he be so thin
To pay the price for human sin?

© 2008 Father Mojo


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i really enjoyed this poem it seems almost playful the way that you worded it!! Thank You!

Posted 15 Years Ago


Congratulations for winning the contest Christ Is the Reason for the Season!

Sal

Posted 15 Years Ago


Thank you for the submission to my contest the spirit of Christmas!

I love the focus you put on the Savior and I love how you incorporated His death (usually looked over at Christmas time) in this poem.

Posted 15 Years Ago


That was quite good. I loveed your play on words.

This silent night will soon turn sour�
He'll sleep on a wooden tower
(Though he now sleeps outside an inn),
To pay the price for human sin.

Fat Buddha sheds no tears at all
While Mary's son hangs on my wall.
I wonder, must he be so thin
To pay the price for human sin?


Posted 15 Years Ago



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