“Angels We Have Heard On High,” (Matthew chapter 3) [Anne’s acres series]

“Angels we have heard on high”, we sang
In country church, those mem’ries still remain;
It spoke of Angels, Spirit active now –
Right here, as Kingdom-residents allow.

So listen, heed your dreams, whichever way
The Spirit seeks to guide you here today;
Then follow your advice – “to Egypt flee” –
Disruptive, yes, but needful it might be.

If you’re to tarry there, and then come home,
He’ll tell you plain and simple, where you’ve roamed,
In ways He knows you’ll understand, your way;
So listen to what Angels have to say.

“Anne’s Acres?” Pin, midst pinwheel’s whirling blades?
The place where we as children one time played?
“You want that I return to savage land,
With babies slaughtered – I don’t understand!

“We fled that turf that life might be for son;
Like Moses in the rushes – He’s the one
Who will pour out the goodness we have found,
To all the nations who that land surround.”

Oh, Father-God, bring blessings to our land!
“Anne’s Acres” is the turf where we now stand;
Fill with Your Spirit those of us in pain,
Who’ve come back home – so much of it the same.

How can we stay in center of the whirl,
On head the pin – at peace, as boy or girl,
Or man or woman, parents, in this age,
Midst violence, self-centeredness, and rage?

“Fear not”, the angel said beneath those stars;
I bring glad tidings – peace right where you are,
For you, and all mankind, so buckle up;
Though Mary, ride for you will be quite tough –

“Walk in the light – like flashlight in the night,
Which forms a moving spot on path with light;
Stay in its beam, I’ll lead you to your life,
Regardless of the dimness of your sight.”

And suddenly a host of heaven was there,
Whose hallelujahs lifted their despair;
With joy, they searched for baby everywhere –
That small beginning spark, who’d ease their cares.

So too with us – “Anne’s Acres” can be home
For Kingdom turf provides for all, a home
For us on pinwheel’s pin, amidst our whirl;
Anne’s acres – room for us to dance and swirl.

O Heavenly Father, Baby-Jesus, here,
Through gift of Spirit now, for us, make clear,
How we can move to island, in the sun
[Tzu] viciousness, where selfish passions run –

And stay here, not get swept far out to sea,
Lured by the siren’s call to trust in ‘me’,
Make self the being, end all, of my life,
But stay the course, in circle of Your light.

Thanks Holy Spirit for this.

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