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Poetry by Nelda R. Broom
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MARY'S THOUGHTS
I have no nurse to soothe my brow, No healer with helpful hands. Only Joseph knows the plan In crowded Bethlehem. His kindness takes away my fear, His presence ever near. In awe we watch As shepherds come.
They kneel on scented hay, Worship our tiny child. They tell of singing angels, Being guided by a star.
I only know This son of ours Will never be truly our own. Angels proclaimed His birth For all A Savior Who is Christ the Lord.
CHRISTMAS EVE
Three red robed children Press noses against cold windowpane Glimpse a Christmas star
HOLIDAY DREAMS
The first signs of Christmas are here, Bringing laughter, love and good cheer. Lights sparkle through store windowpane. Holidays take me home again.
Back to childhood days long ago, Live Christmas trees, green mistletoe, Little white house on country lane. Holidays take me home again.
Sweet dreams of home drown out the noise Where people shop for girls and boys. Carolers sing a sweet refrain. Holidays take me home again.
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