Poetry by Tanna Lynn Pekrul









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My Hidden Voice

The Meaning Of Christmas

Green is for the thorns that sat upon His head,
Red is for the blood He shed,
Down His side,
Down His head.
Christmas is not just of colour,
Trees,
And things,
But of Jesus Christ our Lord,
The Holy King of Kings.
For on this day of Christmas cheer,
Jesus came to earth,
As a baby boy
who slept in a manger,
But they knew that's not all He was worth.
For they brought Him silver,
Gold
And myrrh
To the baby boy that day.
And ever since then we've loved Him
More,
And more,
Each day.

by Tanna Lynn Pekrul - age 8 years

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