Joyful angels around the Infant King
Ode to God's only Son in chorus sing
Yonder He lies; one day peace He will bring
To a weary world filled with scattered sheep
On journeys from valleys to mountains steep
Teetering with clumsy foot on their way
Hovering for safety, sadly they bray
Each one meanders being devil's prey
We can rejoice, the Son of God appears
Ordained by God, we can't believe our ears
Resounding exultation amid cheers
Loudly praising, joy can't hold back the tears
Declaring the Babe's music of the spheres.
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 10:43 AM UTC
Joyful angels around the Infant King
Ode to God's only Son in chorus sing
Yonder He lies; one day peace He will bring
To a weary world filled with scattered sheep
On journeys from valleys to mountains steep
Teetering with clumsy foot on their way
Hovering for safety, sadly they bray
Each one meanders being devil's prey
We can rejoice, the Son of God appears
Ordained by God, we can't believe our ears
Resounding exultation amid cheers
Loudly praising, joy can't hold back the tears
Declaring the Babe's music of the spheres.
Written for a Contest in AllPoetry.Com
Rhyming Acrostics are fun for me
Joy to the World is written vertically
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