Mary's Treasureنموونە

Lineage on Redemption

Some shepherds came running with glee down the road

Apparently angels divulged our abode. 

Rejoicing from heaven with songs of good news

Great hosts told the shepherds of Christ child, their muse.

They gave them directions to rush to the place

And worship the Lord in the hay face to face.

A piece of red yarn I picked up off the ground

And twirled on my finger while herders pressed ‘round.

Much likened to one Rahab’s window had bore,

May its bright red color confirm I’m restored.

Extolling the God who redeemed wrong for right,

Wide banners of praise flowed from angels that night.