ODE TO BETHLEHEM

Dark the reach of hills and mountains

                                    Sprawled beneath the astral heights

                                    Shadowed streets and silent fountains

                                    Lurk amongst the village lights

 

                                    Throngs bewildered and wayfaring

                                    Crowd the places of repose

                                    Servants haste, their burdens bearing

                                    As an inn prepares to close

 

                                    Near at hand a rude enclosure

                                    Guards a virgin and her child

                                    Sheltered feebly from exposure

                                    To the forces of the wild

 

                                    Bleating sheep and braying asses

                                    Claim this fly-infested haunt

                                    Now and then a stranger passes

                                    Each to scorn the scene of want

 

                                    Who discerns, within that stable

                                    Heaven’s Lord and Israel’s King?

                                    Clad in burlap, not in sable

                                    Grace and truth at last to bring

 

                                    Peasant herders dot the fields

                                    Caring for their flocks by night

                                    There the glorious promise yields

                                    To the blend of faith and sight

 

                                    Now the heavens part asunder

                                    As the hosts of God descend

                                    Anthems ring with loudest thunder

                                    History’s steady course to rend

 

                                    God be praised in ceaseless glory!

                                    Peace on earth! goodwill to all!

                                    Sound the liberating story!

                                    Bear to each the gospel call!

 

                                    Come and greet the infant Savior

                                    Humble though His quarters lie

                                    Seek the One for whom God’s favor

                                    Floods the earth and fills the sky!

 

                                    Veiled in flesh of fallen mortals

                                   Heaven’s Sovereign takes His rest

                                    Parted from the glorious portals

                                    Satan’s challenge to contest

 

                                    In that stall, their knees descending

                                    Contrite saints extol His grace

                                    Broken hearts with joy ascending

                                    Pour their tears upon His face.

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Pastor Kevin Paulson holds a Bachelor’s degree in theology from Pacific Union College, a Master of Arts in systematic theology from Loma Linda University, and a Master of Divinity from the SDA Theological Seminary at Andrews University. He served the Greater New York Conference of Seventh-day Adventists for ten years as a Bible instructor, evangelist, and local pastor. He writes regularly for Liberty magazine and does script writing for various evangelistic ministries within the denomination. He continues to hold evangelistic and revival meetings throughout the North American Division and beyond, and is a sought-after seminar speaker relative to current issues in the Seventh-day Adventist Church. He presently resides in Berrien Springs, Michigan