by Paul Mayes Jamar

On a rainy October morn,
My mind drifts off as I slept,
Thinking of when Jesus was born,
And how Mary cried, and wept.

All alone in a strange place,
Giving birth which was unknown,
To a virgin who had never had a taste
Of birthing a baby, or had been shown.

No room at the inn, so a barn was used,
No doctor, nurse, or midwife around,
Just Mary, and Joseph, what an abuse,
Somehow by God’s blessing all was found.

To have a successful birth of a King,
That to humble shepherds was quiet a thing,
Bringing joy to enable Angels to sing.
Declaring the Monarch of men, God’s doing.
So, Jesus was born humbly in a barn,
Not the palace, or royal room He deserved,
It went on with God’s blessing, and the world’s scorn,
As the Messiah, and Savior of the world was preserved.

The child was named Jesus,
As the Angel had told Mary to do,
And Joseph fled to Egypt in a rush,
To escape King Herod who did not pursue.

God protected Jesus till His time,
Came to die for our redemption too,
so we could inherit eternal life as a sign,
Of our Salvation that Jesus came to do.

Soon He will return as He has said,
For us believers, and judgment also,
Before that day you need to be led,
To ask Jesus to save you, and to Heaven go.

Paul Mayes Jamar was born in Brownwood, Texas in March 1955. He spent most of his life in Texas, just within the last twenty years he moved to Missouri. He graduated from Angelo State University with a Bachelor of Arts Degree. Mr. Jamar was a third generation radio broadcaster owning several stations in the Austin, Texas area. He has written four books of Christian poetry. He hopes to get published soon. He has been published in Highland Park Poetry’s website with his poem, “Bluebonnet Sonnet,” and “Sunrise,” and in their book on Shoes, with His poem, “Shoe Holes.” Also soon to be in Central Texas Writers Society’s Anthology on Nature with his poem, “The Big Red Ant.” Mr. Jamar lives with his wife Cynthia Jamar, and has three children living elsewhere.