Christmas

Red as the blood I monthly shed,

Redden, the blood destined upon his head.

Weeping in the night, hidden and out of sight,

My Lord has granted my darkness, light.

Vulnerable and cold, his precious body clothed;

Seated in his Fathers right hand, I am robed.

No longer lost in search of my home;

I am vindicated, precious and out of sight,

As he took his crimson crown,

as King of the nazarite.

Merry Christmas everyone.