Behold Judah Rising

 

As many of you know my morning writing and quiet time is a source of inspiration and poetry.

On this Christmas Eve morning, here is my offering…

 

 

I pray it is a blessing and revelation to you.

 

*A little shout out and thanks to my friend in this writing life and journey, Susie AKA Recovering Church Lady for her input this morning!

 

Behold Judah Rising

 

How can we hear you, Lord?

 

above the chatter,

the thrust of humanity’s momentum-

 

Shh- wait, listen…

 

I hear a rum-pum-pum-pum.

 

Oh, my heart, my soul, my mind-

 

Listen!

 

Morning is about to spill over you

with promise.

 

Hope is a drumbeat

a choir

a symphony.

 

Are you broken?

Are you weary?

 

Has your dark night stolen

the dreams of your youth?

 

Has the journey calloused your heart,

caused the walls of love to crumble?

 

Have the lies seeped into your soul

causing you to peer

into the madness of today

through shell-shocked eyes?

 

Shh- wait, listen!

 

Behold the Child!

 

Hope breaks through the noise

with infant’s cry-

 

a lion’s ROAR!

 

All will be new again,

and Judah will rise

on wings of dawn-

the scepter held firmly

forever.

 

 

Then one of the elders said to me, “Do not weep! See, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has triumphed. He is able to open the scroll and its seven seals.”

~Revelation 5:5