The sick crippled and blind, of troubled waters to find

Aside the Sabbath rule, walked Jesus by the pool

Affliction thus pervade, to rest nearby the shade

Of varied people sat, yet laid upon the mat



The healing then began, a poor and crippled man

A statement did foretell, to walk and then be well

To spring and rise alone, to start towards his home

Of miracles revered, for Christ had disappeared



Religious Jews within, accusing him of sin

A command to walk away, presently Sabbath day

Upholding an offence, beyond their own pretence

Likened to revolt, of men who did find fault



Disciples picking corn, for they did not conform

A watchful Pharisee, en route to Galilee

Attended to a man, who had a crippled hand

Though lesser hearts forbid, did as his father did



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From the city of Sychar, a stone throw away

Stood a welcomed wayside well

Jesus and disciples, took thy rest

A journey of news to tell



Disciples went on, to pay for foods

For then a woman came by

A Samaritan, a glazing glance

Still water to draw up high



The Messiah’s request astonishing

A drink to ask of her

Yet the water he would give

A living thirst quencher



Of water not drawn from the well

To cleanse the sins of men

Salvation gift, given for free

To never be thirsty again



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A sole preacher of the wilderness

To thus attest, the Lord’s word

Of numbers great, from lands afar

Would flock to him

To the river Jordan with baptizing

A righteous man, John the Baptist

Of whom would practice, righteous ways

To tell the people, flee from sin

To warn them of a coming king

A worthy man, much greater than him

Yet Pharisees and Sadducees could not appease

Nor make-believe, of apparent good

For turn away from solemn sin

Of God’s kingdom, enter in

Simply clad of camel’s hair, simple food, home of bare

From Nazareth, so Jesus came

To be baptized, God’s holy plan

Yet worthy not, to unfasten his shoes

Open heavens, spirit of God

A symbol of, the coming King



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A prominent star, far to the east

A symbol of peace, to wise men of three

Beyond such a journey, the awaiting of a new-born King

To follow the star, that they might worship him

Yet aside from their quest, puzzled, perplexed

That of King Herod, afore thy detest

Chief priests and scribes, an enquired gathering

Herod to protect his beloved throne

A diligent search toward Bethlehem

To advise wise men, to seek out the child

Such shadows of night upon the land

From city gates, to the rightful place

An earnest rejoice

A star stood still

To humbly kneel, treasured offerings

Dreams foretold, arise and flee

Take baby Jesus to Egypt, an urgent plea

Of governed talk, of discovery

Herod’s aim to conquer prophecy

A choice in haste, a wrongful deed, a wretched command

Be rid of all young boys in the land

Yet wise men moved on

Joseph and Mary to return to where they belong

To journey on, to the land of Galilee



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A Jewess of Nazareth, city of Galilee

Alongside Joseph, soon to be espoused

Descendants of David, humbly poor

Calibre in carpentry, provide for his bride

To Mary an angel would arrive

Words of the angel Gabriel, she will bring forth a son

A sovereign Saviour of the world

Mary blessed and highly favoured

To bear the chosen one, both ruler and King

Yet surprising, afar woman of old

Elizabeth of Judah, a promise to unfold

For she would soon be with child too

Nothing is impossible for God to do

Be it unto him, in accordance to the word

Leaping babe of thy womb, promise arise

A secret to rejoice, beyond angelic voice

A journey to Nazareth

Joseph’s divine dream

Awareness anew, a promise to be true



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To be rebuilt, to be restored, to re-establish broken walls

Of former gates now rising up, to them that will rejoice

On assignment from the palace

Nehemiah of noble rank

With zest and zealous zeal

A great work to begin, relinquish finding fault

Continue the consigned course, even if by force

A purposeful quest, yet enemies seek to oppress

Chosen people of Jerusalem

Their aim to hinder

To turn our plans to cinders, of ruin again

Aside from jeers and jokes, we evoke the passion inside

From such a purpose as this

For Nehemiah here to rebuild, not to rebel

To hear of enemies plans, such work began

Armed hands of spears and swords

Guarding watchmen day and night, to then distract, a covert act

To call him away, an unprincipled trip, good intentions not

Yet passing times, forward seasons

Gave no reason, for continued up-rise

No scheme or lies, could dissolve desire

Nor cause delay

Gathered rules, with listening intent

Help the people, re-join and restore customs, not law

Promising years, place heathen aside, do not idolise

A Saviour will return

The writings of Malachi

A faithful prophet, of faithful words



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Eminent city of Persia, long live the King

A youthful Jewess, of parents passed

Resettled in her cousin’s home, under Mordecai’s care, as his own

To womanhood, the becoming of

The palace of Persia shall hold a feast, proud men shall gather

Prominent presence, echoes of entertainment

A heedless king of too much wine, a request for his Queen to dine

Such instruction declined

Continued unaligned, to behold of her beauty

Of customs contrary, of directions unwise

To dwell in the kingdom, yet to be replaced

In such haste, a queen no more

A closing door, seek out the best

Search through the kingdom

Esther before the King – be seen

To become Queen

Place a royal crown, inner restoration found

Mordecai as watchman, seated at the gate

Heard whispers of a plot against the King

Queen so informed, in Mordecai’s name

The guilty found, punished accordingly

Long life of the King

Mordecai unacknowledged

Notwithstanding kindness to him



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