BY AMANDA PIZZALATTO
There’s a voice crying out in the wild
“Make ready, make straight the way
God most High shall send His only Son
He Who was born that first Christmas Day.”
Ages ago the deceitful serpent said
“Do not listen to God, only to me
There are no side effects to the fruit
Eat it and like God you will be.”
But side effects there were indeed
As God Himself said there would be
Of death and destruction, sickness and pain
And of God they would no longer see
But God had a plan He set into motion
He would have a woman and her offspring
Be enemies of the serpent and his
The serpent’s destruction they would bring
There’s a voice crying out in the wild
“Make ready, make straight the way
God most High shall send His only Son
He Who was born that first Christmas Day.”
The ages of the world came and went
The human race angered God so many times
But He prepared mankind for the chosen One
Sending out details in clues and rhymes
Then came that eventful period
The time so many had looked for
A woman set apart by God
And the holy Child she bore
The angel Gabriel was sent to ask
If she would mother the Child
And Mary gave her consent
In a manner so gentle and mild
There’s a voice crying out in the wild
“Make ready, make straight the way
God most High shall send His only Son
He Who was born that first Christmas Day.”
Finally the long awaited day had come
Over which there had been much fuss
The hidden God was revealed in human face
For His Son was born into us
Angels came down in great glory
To announce the miraculous birth
To shepherds watching their flock
And wished joy and peace over the Earth
A mighty star was placed in the sky
As another sign of the momentous event
Which kings from the East did see
Bringing them to Him, each bearing a present
There’s a voice crying out in the wild
“Make ready, make straight the way
God most High shall send His only Son
He Who was born that first Christmas Day.”
The years passed in great succession
When that fateful day did come
When He would unlock the gates
Keeping them open to all or some
Many who were already dead for some time
He brought in with Him that day
Then went back to prepare the Apostles
On how to show others the way
He ascended into Heaven later on
Leaving the Apostles with parting words
That He would be back one last time
And it will be with heavenly swords
There’s a voice crying out in the wild
“Make ready, make straight the way
God most High shall send His only Son
He Who was born that first Christmas Day.”
There’s a voice crying out in the wild
“Make ready, make straight the way
God most High has sent His only Son
And He shall return in all His glory one day.”
Fellowship & Fairydust 