
Hark the herald angels sing
A Lamb was born this day
Hail unto this newborn King
And praise Him, come what may
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Enjoy this time of year
Mindful of our acts of folly
Let’s keep our conscience clear
We three kings of Orient are
Let's honor Christ our Lord
He's always near, He's never far
Man’s hope has been restored
O little town of Bethlehem
Or so the carol goes
He didn’t come here to condemn
But save, the Bible shows
God rest ye merry gentlemen
This chilly Christmas night
His love for us is genuine
Let’s pray some see the light
Oh come, oh come, Emmanuel
“God with us,” we are told
While in a tomb, His body lay
But death just couldn’t hold
It came upon a midnight clear
His mercy's always rife
God to some is once a year
For some, a way of life
Glory be to God on high
Sing all of heaven’s host
“Happy Holidays” doesn’t fly
In “Merry Christmas,” boast
About the Creator
Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.



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Nice