And there shall come forth a rod out of the stem of Jesse, and a Branch shall grow out of his roots:Isaiah 11:1
I know not why spicy bouquet of bough
or gentle greenery against white snow;
stirs my Christmas memories long ago.
Perhaps, the off-shoot of holidays past
brings delights unknown of simpler day;
with tree and gifts neatly tucked away.
What of the blessed branch of Jesse?
A little star in Bethlehem did shine;
this gift God made man could be mine.
Come forth gentry, gather closely in to
gaze upon tender shoot and hope for man.
Humble Babe in swaddling was God’s plan.
King of Kings!