Christmas Story Poems
By Josie Whitehead
SLEEP, SLEEP BLESSED BABE
By Josie Whitehead
Sleep, sleep blessed babe. Sleep, sleep tiny king,
Unaware, at this time, what your future will bring.
With a star up above you that shines down below,
Jesus, your name the whole world will soon know.
Sleep, sleep blessed babe, in your rough manger bed
For there’s nothing to worry your small baby head.
Sleep, sleep little stranger for mother is near
And tonight, sleep in safety - you’ve nothing to fear.
Sleep, sleep baby Jesus and welcome to Earth.
As with all newborn babies, you’re tired from your birth.
Some shepherds and kings who have followed a star
Will arrive very soon, to this place where you are.
So welcome dear child, whose birth was foretold.
You’re safe in your bed now, away from the cold.
You’ve a lifetime of work in your time on this Earth,
But soon you’ll be fleeing from the place of your birth - -
King Herod's now learned a messiah's been born,
And he’s said, both with envy and a heart full of scorn:
‘Kill all baby boys born in Bethlehem town,
And remember, you soldiers, this king wears the crown!!’
So God told the family to flee from that place -
‘As fast as you can, you must go without trace.’
Like all refugees, they travelled with haste,
For when God gives an order, there's no time to waste!
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NOTE: The UK has taken in thousands of refugees in the last few years and I read: 'New figures reveal that Yorkshire and the Humber has taken in more refugees than any other region of England in recent years, according to new figures. See this article. I'm proud to live here.
The beautiful town where I live, set between two sets of hills, (moors), with the River Wharfe running through it, comes under the city of Bradford. We are among eight finalists in our country for the title of: City of Culture 2025. I'm helping with the poems I've written:
In this multi-cultural part of Britain, refugees have been welcomed with open-arms by everyone and they've brought their wonderful cultures with them, of course. I felt inspired to write this poem because children learn all about the magic of the nativity, and they enjoy their nativity plays at school, but under the magic also lies the story of Jesus and his family, refugees in another country, escaping cruelty and murder. We must never forget this part of the story I feel for Jesus might well have been killed by a jealous king, at a very early age. What a loss to our world that would have been.