Cross– the first and best Christmas tree Raised aloft on the Mount of Calvary; Had for all around gifts enough Paid by pain from hardest stuff: Iron, steel and animal hide While Mother Mary anguished deep inside At the foot of that first Christmas tree: Brightened by lightning on Calvary. Cross– the first and best Christmas tree At the foot of which, on Calvary Lay gifts wrapped in flow of red: Blood of love He painfully shed For salvation’s story all around Jesus our King with thorns was crowned. That was the first and best Christmas tree Raised aloft on the Mount of Calvary.
Because of this first Christmas tree, We have a day in history When all revel in festivity At the cost of His Divinity What’s the tree, lights and Christmas cake? Was He born for our mistake? He was born to rise for our release From doubt and death to true belief.
Born in India, studied in St. Xavier's Collegiate School in Calcutta. Taught English in the city of my birth before moving to Mumbai and finally settling in the UK. I have been writing for a number of years but never really got my works in print. I was influenced by my father who was an avid reader of poetry. I had taught in St. Paul's Mission School, Calcutta and St. Peter's School, Mumbai. Teaching is my passion and I enjoyed my job.
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