Praise the Lord
A POEM ON BIRTH OF JESUS CHRIST Crescent was the moon; High up the sky Crying were the people; In the land of dry Lords and Barons roamed the night Silence was there and no a light Just then the stars shimmered; The moon shone bright All fights stopped; The river flowed tight Came a couple on donkey back; The women sat and man carried sack The women was expectant and mourning a bit Begged for cottage to sleep a bit The man knocked the door once, twice and thrice Neither was laughter nor cries Owner then invited them to stable; But the women was absolutely unstable Then came a child; As bright as moon; Though not less than a boon As the news spread Flew the dread And came people to gaze and no surprise that air was filled with craze; And only one song flew through air "THE LORD HAS COME THE SAVIOUR HAS COME"