That little stable in Bethlehem,
had Gods almighty love.
For He sent angels there,
praising from above.
That little stable in Bethlehem,
had a star above its roof.
That star shone with great light,
for it served a mighty proof.
That little stable in Bethlehem,
was where Jesus was born.
That left angels singing
till the star of morn'.
That little stable in Bethlehem,
affected us it must.
Angels singing, "Glory to God in the highest!"
Those heavenly hosts we trust.
Comments
You really set yourself a challenge with this
and 'Christmas Time'.
To write any poetry, let alone rhyming poetry, on this subject is to walk a minefield of cliches.
I'll give you points for having a go. Ask yourself this when writing- am I bringing new meaning or a unique personal perspective to this subject? Be honest now.
Good on you for listening to Beau's excellent critique, Pianoboy
that is what this site is all about, learning and improving our poetry.
When someone chooses "Please do not critique mechanics. The inconsistencies in style are intentional, or correcting them is not important to me." I just ignore it. I don't know why the option is even there, it is contrary to everything we do here.